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
Alex’s mood lifted with the unexpected call from his aunt, Miranda. She was a source of unwavering support and strength, and her presence would be invaluable in these turbulent times. Pocketing his phone, Alex glanced back at Detective Miller, who still seemed troubled by their exchange. "I need to run now; I have an appointment at the airport. I will reach out to you, and we will finish up on what I have to say." Agent Miller stopped him before he could pick up his car keys and walk out. "I know you are in haste to bring the culprits to justice, and so I am too. I want to see this through to the end, but we can break the law in the process. I need you to be careful when dealing with Xavier and Richard too. I don't want to see you dragged down with them when we finally have them apprehended."Miller raised an eyebrow to look at Alex. He still couldn't believe how the timid Alex was getting bolder by the day. "Look, detective, I get it. You have your protocols and procedures. But this
The following morning, the Davis mansion was abuzz with a renewed sense of purpose. Miranda's arrival had injected fresh energy into the household, and Alex felt the weight of his burdens lift slightly. He knew that, with his aunt's experience and wisdom, they had a fighting chance against Xavier and the tangled web of corruption that surrounded him. Also, he knew he had to recover the business plan Henrietta had stolen from him. Alex still wondered why she hadn't used the document against him. He had a lot that he was dealing with, and taking Henrietta down was the least of his concerns for now. After enjoying a satisfying breakfast, Alex and Miranda headed to the study to discuss the family business, leaving Paulina and Naomi at the dining table. The room was filled with dark mahogany bookcases holding books on law, business, and history. In the center was a large oak desk, adorned with assorted documents and files belonging to Alex.Alex showed appreciation for her understanding