Richard got back home feeling angry. He walked into his room, where all sorts of monitors were displayed. He needed to find out who had his daughter killed. Richard sat by the monitor all night, looking at each face that entered the bar: Alex, Claire, and Roseline. As he looked, tears fell from his face. Roseline had been the only family he had, and now she was gone. He cleaned his face as he kept looking through the monitor right in front of him. Feeling enraged, Richard took the keyboard and broke it. He needed to find out who the killer was, and he was not going to stop until he did. He walked into Roseline's room, and he saw the picture of Alex all over her wall. She had it decorated, and some were drawn. Roseline was a fine artist, and it was evident that she was in love with Alex, even though Richard knew Alex didn't love her back in return. Richard, angrily, took off the pictures on the wall and tore some of them.He called one of his men and asked them to burn all the pictu
Richard Dickson went back to the mortuary to get the corpse of Roseline for burial. His heart felt heavy seeing her beautiful face as she lay on the cold metal slab, lifeless but still exuding an eerie serenity. He gently caressed her cheek, whispering a silent farewell.The sun was setting when Richard finally left the mortuary with Roseline’s body. He had chosen a quiet spot under an old oak tree, where the soft rustling of leaves could offer a semblance of peace. Alex had woken up very early, putting on his black suit, to meet Richard at the spot. He had some men monitor his activities and knew where Roseline would be buried. Part of him wished he could give Roseline the love she deserved, but the fact that his heart belongs to someone else was disheartened. He grabbed his car keys, and Paulina stopped him as he was about to walk out of the mansion. "Are you sure going is the right thing to do?" She looked at Alex's face. "I need to be there, Paulina. Roseline died right in my arm
As Richard got closer to him, Alex removed the shade he was wearing. "I didn't expect you were going to show up at her burial. She loved you, Alex, and she even died for you." Richard said, gently telling his men to leave them alone. "Walk with me." Richard looked at Alex. Alex's heart thud gently; he knew it was either Richard was going to kill him or he believed he didn't have a handgun after the death of his daughter. As they walked, there was a huge silence. "You know I didn't plan any of this, right?" Alex looked at Richard, breaking the silence. "Then who did?" Richard looked at Alex. "I am not sure, Mr. Dickson. Frankly speaking, I have a lot of enemies who would love to see me six feet under the ground." Alex replied, walking further from Richard. It was now dawning on him that Richard didn't want to have him killed. Rather, he wanted to know how his daughter had been killed. "What did you see on the day of the gunshot?" Richard asked, trying to maintain the gap between him
The morning sun was just peeking over the horizon when Xavier finally decided it was time to disappear. He had spent a restless night going over every detail of the current situation, and he knew he was running out of options. The commissioner’s ultimatum hung over his head like a guillotine, and Lawrence's imminent threat made him uneasy.He knew he couldn't keep up with the deadline given to him by the commissaire, and with Lawrence breathing hard on his neck, he needed to disappear. Xavier packed a small bag with the things that he needed which include some cash, fake IDs, and a gun. He knew his escape route well; he had planned it meticulously years ago, never expecting to need it. But the time had come. He slipped a burner phone into his pocket and left his mansion through a hidden exit in the basement. The tunnel led him to a remote shed on the outskirts of his property.He walked into the cool morning air, taking a deep breath to steady himself. As he moved towards the waiting
The news of Xander fleeing Rochester spread through the city. Alex was relieved to know that his enemy had run away, giving him more reason to know he was behind the scandal and everything that had been going on. Getting to Richard Dickson's apartment. He was welcomed with a warm embrace. "Have you heard the news?" Alex asked, taking off his jacket. "Yes, I did. I can't keep wondering why Xavier would run, leaving all his business behind. I am beginning to suspect he is behind the death of my daughter." Richard said he was hitting his hands against each other. "I am going to crush him the next time I lay my eyes on him." Richard said it with anger. "I think we need to slow down. I know you are hurt and all that, but Xavier is a man who always has a backup plan for everything he does. I am sure he won't flee the country without a backup plan." The atmosphere was tense. "Where do you think he is going to go?" Richard looked at Alex's face. "I don't know; he might be anywhere. He migh
The sun had barely risen when Alex received a call from Agent Miller. His voice was urgent and tensed, indicating that the results from the forensic team were back. Alex, barely awake, sprang out of bed and hurriedly dressed, a mixture of hope and dread knotting his stomach. He met Miranda, seated in the living room. "Alex, I need to talk to you about how far we have gone with Chloe and Barnes." She looked up and saw he was in a hurry. Alex had his phone against his ear as he looked at Miranda. "Can we do this later, Aunty? I am on a call at the moment." Alex said, rushing out of the house. "Alex, we've confirmed it. The blood found at Xavier's mansion is a match for Rubby," Miller said, his tone showing a sign of happiness. He was finally having closure about everything. Alex paused, absorbing the information. Rubby’s disappearance had haunted them for months, and now they were closer to answers than ever. "What’s the next step?" he asked, his voice steady despite the turmoil insid
Lawrence and Victor had gathered all the shipment and handed it over to the FBI. This included all the narcotic drugs and the illegal gold mine Xavier had managed to run. Henry and some of Xavier's men were arrested. The city of Rochester bubbled with news of Xavier Richmond's news. Many people who had been victimised by Xavier were all happy to hear about his arrest warrant, and many were ready to cooperate with the FBI to have them arrested. Lawrence was finally happy that he could help bring Xavier to justice for killing his friend. He and Alex sat under the shade as they looked at themselves. "Alex, I and your father had this connection, and he was like the brother I never had. Like I told you before, I had to swear to protect you, and now my job is done. I believe the FBI will do their job to have Xavier captured and brought to justice. He would atone for all his crimes and will be out behind bars." "I am very happy and grateful to you, Mr. Lawrence. All of this wouldn't have
Richard Dickson immediately sent some of his men to make sure Xavier and his wife didn't leave the penthouse. In the meantime, Xavier had called Diego and given him the task of having Victor killed and also having the Wills house surrounded. The night was heavy with tension as both parties all planned their mission. Sandra was seen pacing the room, looking at Xavier, who had a lot of masks on the bed. "What are you going to do with this?" She asked "Have you forgotten the plan?" Xavier looked at her, a little pissed off. "What plan?" Sandra asked again. "Damn it! Woman. Haven't you been listening to me all along? The part where I go into the Wills home. They are going to pay for trying to mess with me. Why would Charlotte give me fake information about who Alex's was dating?" Xavier said it with an angry face. "And the mask?" Sandra looked at him."Stop with the questions. I don't know when Richard's men will be here, and he won't forgive me for killing his daughter. I need you to