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
Victor knew he had to be smart in outplaying Xavier. He woke up in his mini-furnished apartment and landed on the chair. His body was sore from the pain Lawrence and his men had inflicted on him. He knew Lawrence was no mere human, judging from what he had done to him. His phone rang, leaving him shocked. He looked at who his caller was and saw it was Xavier."Did you have the package delivered to its destination?" Xavier asked in a harsh tone. A voice sounded more like a boss.Victor knew his role would be lost if he said no. "Yes, I will have the money sent to your bank account in a bit." Victor replied, cutting off the call. His mind raced as he thought of how he was going to pay a sum of $23,000,000. He rubbed his hand slightly over his rough hair and shouted in anger. Lawrence must have taken it. Victor thought and immediately called Alex. "I need to pay for the supply; Xavier is going to know something went wrong if I don't pay up." "Calm down and talk to me, Victor. What is thi
Victor immediately heads out of Xavier's house. He had been instructed to leave when Xavier said he would like to speak with Charlotte alone. Victor was about to move when he accidentally fell down, revealing a part of his injured body to Xavier. "Are you sure you are alright?" Xavier asked, seeing the bruises on his body. Victor nodded, but he saw something that caught his attention. There was definitely an underground space beneath the main living room. "That must be where Rubby is." He said this to himself as he drove out of the luxurious mansion. He brought out his burner phone, and as he was about to call Alex, a mischievous smile etched across his face. Victor knew Alex had been nothing but kind to him, but he wasn't going to risk his life for their plot. "Hello," Victor's husky voice was heard clearly as Alex walked out on Miranda. "Talk to me, Victor." What is it?" He asked with his hand, rubbing his temple. "Who the hell is Charlotte?" Victor asked, trying to keep his eyes
A young lady in her twenties brought a cup of beer and placed it in front of Alex. He gulped down the beer and looked at Victor. "I was once married to the Wills family, and I was a nobody. I had to run their mini-errands, and I was looked down on. Nobody wants to give me a chance, and they hate me. All I had was my mere worthless life." Alex said, sadly reminiscing about old memories. Alex took a deep breath, the bitterness of old memories surfacing with every word. "The Wills family was my ticket to a better life, or so I thought. I married into the family, thinking I could prove my worth and that I could be more than just a pawn in their grand schemes. But from the moment I stepped into their world, I was nothing but a servant in their eyes. Although I had lived with Claire sincerely, she did too, not until I got married to her."Victor's interest was piqued. "What did they do to you?"Alex's eyes darkened as he recalled the torment. "They treated me like dirt. I was given the wor