Alex crept towards the voices, his heart pounding in his chest. He strained to hear the conversation, hoping to catch any useful information. As he approached the door of the small office, he could make out two distinct voices—one of them belonged to Victor Santos."This is getting out of hand, Victor," an unfamiliar voice said, frustration evident in his tone. "Xavier's growing more paranoid every day. He thinks everyone is out to get him.""He's not wrong," Victor replied, his voice low and gravelly. "But if we can keep Ruby's death hidden and the commissioner happy, we might still come out on top."Alex's pulse quickened at the mention of Ruby. He edged closer, careful not to make any noise. He needed to hear more."What about Anthony Bailey?" the other man asked. "His death has stirred up a lot of attention. The FBI is all over us.""Bailey was a loose end," Victor said dismissively. "Xavier couldn't risk him talking. But now we've got another problem—Alex. He's been sniffing arou
Lawrence and his men placed Victor in the rear of a disguised SUV, fastening him with zip ties. The journey to Lawrence's estate was quiet and full of tension. Alex couldn't rid himself of the unease caused by Victor's lingering threats. He was aware that they needed to take action promptly and decisively. Xavier was a strong opponent, and capturing Victor could be the only way to defeat him. Furthermore, the discovery of Ruby remained elusive. Alex was aware that all signs were indicating Xavier's guilt, but he wanted to confirm.Agent Miller falsely accused him, leading to almost losing his job, with the added impact of the police commissioner supporting Xavier. Richard Dickson has remained silent for some time, and only the gods is aware of the reason.The mansion, located on the edge of Rochester, was used by Lawrence as both his residence and a secret operations base. The place was well protected, with security cameras and guards quietly monitoring the area. Lawrence constructed
Alex knew he couldn't run the business and, at the same time, follow up on what was going on around him. He decided to reach out to his aunt, whom he trusted to take care of the family business. "Hello, Aunt," Alex said, beaming with a smile. "Alex Davis. It's been a while." Miranda Holmes said it with a smile etched on her face. It had been a while since she had seen him; it was after the death of John Davis and when the will was read at everyone's hearing. Miranda had been pleased with how John Davis had shared his last testament. Everyone knew Alex was equal to the task, and the property was his by right. "To what do I owe the pleasure, Alex?" Miranda crossed her leg as the smoke of cigarettes came out of her mouth. "Aunt, I want you to come and head the company for a while. I have been too busy supervising other things." Alex's voice is gently trying not to make Miranda suspicious."Too busy? Can you tell me what you have been up to lately? I have heard disturbing rumors about
Roseline walked into the living room, glancing at her father. Richard looked at her daughter and adjusted his spectacles. "You know you can ask me anything." He looked at her and focused his gaze back on the magazine he was reading. "Why haven't you sent for Alex to come and explain what happened at the event? I'm sure you are dying to know what happened." Roseine squeezed her face, looking at her father."I think you need to stay away from Alex for now. Bad things happen to him wherever he goes." Richard replied "Do you know I love him, father?" Roseine walked closer to Richard."Then you need to stop loving him. I can arrange for a suitable man for you. Someone who will love you and won't put you in arms way." Richard replied "But dad, I love him!" Roseline shouted at her father. They both heard a knock at the door and stopped arguing. "Get to the door." Richard commanded one of his men. The door opened slightly, and Alex walked in. Roseline's eye widened in shock to see him sta
As Alex was undoing the buttons on his shirt, he could sense Roseline watching him. She looked at him intensely, as if she was trying to commit every detail of his body to memory. He permitted a tiny smile, realizing he must ensure she stays with him to uncover the truth behind Anthony Bailey's death."Roseline," Alex whispered gently, "I do have feelings for you. Beyond your understanding. At this moment, I require your assistance. The study of your father may contain the answers I am looking for. Responses that have the potential to clarify all events that took place during the graduation ceremony. I can't shake the feeling that I require your assistance in solving the enigma surrounding Anthony Bailey's demise."Roseline appeared conflicted. She desired to assist Alex, however, she also didn't wish to betray her father. "I'm not sure, Alex. My father is very secretive when it comes to his job. He prohibits anyone from entering. "I don't even believe myself.""I comprehend," Alex re
Alex entered the mansion looking tired and was met with Paulina seated outside. He looked around, walking towards her. "Are you alright?" "Yeah, I will be fine. I didn't know you were out of the house already." Paulina looked at him. "Yes, I went to see Richard." Alex replied, taking a seat beside her. " Richard? Richard Dickson?" Paulina asked with disbelief in her voice. Alex looked at her and sighed, "I am just tired of us trying to close this case. It seems the mirei tried the more I met dead ends." "Alex, you have tried enough, and there is little that can be done. Why don't you take a break from all of this?" Paulina rubbed her hands gently over his "It is too late for that now." Alex looked at her face. "What do you mean by that, Alex? Don't tell me you have done something behind my back." "We had one of Xavier's men arrested, and I think Richard has to do with the death of Anthony Bailey." Alex spoke, looking at his front. "Are you sure about these accusations?" Paulin
Alex answered the call, his face lighting up with a rare smile. "Aunt Miranda, how are you?""Alex, I'm well. I just wanted to confirm my arrival. I'll be in Rochester by noon tomorrow." Miranda's voice came through the phone, steady and reassuring."That's great to hear, Aunt Miranda. Thank you so much for helping out. We need someone with your expertise right now," Alex replied, his relief palpable."Don't mention it. Family comes first. I'll see you soon, Alex," she said before hanging up.Alex turned to Andrew, his smile fading. "At least that's one thing going right," he said, his voice tinged with exhaustion.Andrew nodded thoughtfully. "Miranda will be a great asset. She's always been sharp and fair. But you need to heed her advice and focus on your family."Alex sighed, leaning back against the bench. "I know. I just can't shake this feeling that something isn't right. Richard is hiding something, and I need to find out what it is."Andrew placed a hand on Alex's shoulder. "So
Alex and Lawrence exchanged a knowing look as Victor stood up, rubbing his wrists where the shackles had left deep, red marks. The room felt heavy with the tension of newfound alliances and the looming danger that Xavier posed. Victor, though visibly worn out, seemed relieved to have a way out of his predicament. He knew Alex and Lawrence were not going to take no for an answer. He had to take any offer they were offering. It was the best he could have hoped for. "Alright, Victor, here's what we need you to do," Alex began, his voice firm but laced with a hint of empathy. "We need you to go back to Xavier and act like nothing has changed. You'll be our eyes and ears. Anything you learn about his plans, you report back to us. Can you handle that? And don't you dare think of double-crossing us because you won't like the outcome?" Alex warned sternly, making Victor a little scared. Dusting his dirty trousers, Victor looked up to catch the stern gaze of Lawrence. "Don't worry, we are in