"I'm waiting," the man muttered thickly and cocked the gun. "Don't keep Sonny waiting for too long." Thomas was lost between loyalty and fear of death but for just a moment. He looked at Derek. "Don't do this," he begged softly. Derek ignored him, and slowly pulled the mask off. There was anticipation as Derek finally pulled it off. The man hesitated as he concentrated on Derek. "Who are you?" "I'm Peter Pan," Derek revealed in a thick voice. "Now that you know, what will you do?" The man regarded Derek for a moment before he burst into laughter. "This is very funny. I don't believe fate led Peter Pan into my hand." he became sober immediately. "And fate is going to have you killed." Derek looked at Thomas, who was looking at him as if trying to read his expression and know what his decision was going to be. Derek moved his head slightly. Thomas squeezed his forehead in an attempt to get what Derek was trying to say. "I can't believe Frederick went to meet Peter Pan but he ea
Derek cursed under his breath and hung up. He whirled around quickly, raced to the back of the house, and jumped over the wall. Benson was waiting on the other side. "Boss," he breathed a sigh of relief. "We have to leave now. The others left already," he announced. Derek turned around for a moment as if he could see through the wall before he followed Benson to the car. They got inside very fast and drove out of the vicinity. "Are we going to the club immediately?" "Sure. The guy that saw my face must have called Frederick." "That is if he wasn't taken by the police. But besides if that happens, you are so sure that Frederick wouldn't race home like that?" "If I turn up," Derek muttered as Benson pulled up in front of a boutique. Benson turned to look at Derek. "I've booked you a nice suit already. You only need to get inside the restroom and change so we can leave. If we are very fast, we will arrive before Frederick leaves," he explained. Derek nodded once and got out of t
Frederick banged on the table angrily. "What! You invited Clara?" Derek scoffed. "Well, I decided to make it the meeting of bosses," he muttered. Before Frederick would say something else, the door opened and Clara stepped inside, wearing a diamond mask. She hesitated and regarded the mafia bosses for a moment before she walked closer to them. "Clara?" Frederick was too shocked to utter any more words. He didn't expect to see Clara at all. Clara looked at Derek for a moment before she moved to sit, beside him, just two seats away from him. Five of her guardians moved closer to her and stood hovering behind her like shields. One of the men moved closer to Frederick suddenly and whispered into his ear. Frederick tensed for a moment before he looked at Derek. Derek's smile widened. He looked at Benson. "Where's Maribel?" He asked, in a loud voice so that Clara would hear him. Benson bowed slightly, a bit confused but he soon regained himself quickly. "She said she would show up bu
The videos he watched weren't at all what he had seen. He saw his mother holding a little girl in his arms. There was affection in her eyes as the girl on her lap slowly dropped on the floor, staggered back, and moved towards the camera, her chubby cheek a sight to behold. She pulled at the camera slightly, as if to take it over. "Annabelle," her mother called softly. The girl wrestled for another moment before she turned towards her mother again and the camera went off. In another video, the girl was referring to Derek's mother as 'momma'. Undoubtedly, the woman in the video was Derek's mother. There was no way he wouldn't recognize her. But the confusing part was how there was a girl that he didn't know about. He dropped the video recorder and regarded the other items on the bed for a moment, unsure of what to pick next. He took a file and flipped through it quickly. He stopped suddenly and stared down at the birth certificates. There were two birth certificates, one that bel
Derek woke up to the ringing of his phone. He was a bit tired and so, ignored it. The phone stopped ringing, only for it to start ringing again. Derek groaned and eventually picked it up without looking at the screen. "Hello." "Hello Derek, good morning. I've been calling since yesterday but you haven't been picking up." Derek hesitated. "I'm sorry but I have been too busy." There was a soft scoff. "Do you even know who this is?" Derek sighed and finally stared at the screen. "Kate?" Kate laughed. "I bet you just did." "I'm so sorry. How are you doing?" "I'm fine, very fine. It's 9 in the morning and you are still sleeping? Seems like you have the whole time in the world," she mocked softly. "Anyways, I just wanted to inform you that the reunion is tomorrow at 10 in the night. I will message you the venue," she assured. "And you must be there." Derek sighed. "I will be. Take care, Kate." "Alright, Derek. I look forward to seeing you," she finished and the line went off. Der
"Well, none of them deserve you, boss. You are more than that. You are a gem and people need to appreciate your existence in their life." Derek sighed. "Well," he remembered the box suddenly. "I was going to ask you about something. While we were renovating the library, I saw a box. Do you know anything about it?" Sophia furrowed her brows. "I had no idea there was any box in the library. What did it contain?" Derek relaxed in his chair and waved it off. "Don't you worry about that. Tell your father I have something very important to discuss with me. We should see when he returns." Sophia nodded. "Alright boss. How is being a manager coming up? You seem to be doing a great job actually." Derek grinned. "I am trying my best." Sophia smiled. "I know that. When are you going to your father's estate? It has been empty till your mother got attacked." Derek sighed. "So, you knew about my mother's incident?" Sophia nodded once. "Only my father and I know where she is currently, receiv
Max rushed out of the office and stared down at the lobby. There were indeed several reporters around, their hunting eyes scanning around for Maribel. He looked at the guy. "But is that right? Can Maribel really be Clara?" "It's what it is, boss. Everyone is talking about it already. Besides, it turned out that the dead father that Maribel was always talking about was Morris." "What! Morris!" Max's eyes went wide with shock. "No! I don't believe this! You have to look for Clara, while I inform Mr. Derek of the issue we have." "What?" The guy's eyes went wide with shock. "You heard me, George. Get the men and look for Maribel! I don't believe it until I hear it from her! And we need to get these reporters out of our lobby!" He stressed and raced towards the elevator. The elevator door opened and Thomas stepped out. Thomas' gaze searched around quickly. "Have you seen Maribel around here?" Max shook his head briefly. "No, and in fact, I was going to Mr. Derek's office. We have
Maribel hurried towards her car. Fortunately, she was able to enter and start the ignition before one of the men could reach her car. She turned the car, hitting some of the men in the process but she couldn't drive off as there was a car blocking her from behind. The men gathered right behind the car. "Get down, Maribel! Get out!" One of the men yelled. Maribel released a sigh and jerked back a little and pressed the accelerator. The men rushed out from behind, creating space for the car to drive out. The men were fast to move to the driver's side. "Get out, Maribel!" The men yelled again. Maribel drove out of the garage nevertheless. She released a sigh of relief. Though she knew it would be very difficult for her to get into Derek's house and retrieve the video recorder but she had to find an answer very fast. She couldn't afford to let her father down. . Benson arrived at Maribel's house, with the men. He glanced at his wristwatch, contemplating whether he was late or not