No one can be better than Duncan in playing games but soon, someone is going to push him to the edge. Can you take a guess??
After a brief silence that enveloped the dining room, Ma'am Luna broke the stillness with cutting words. "It's because of you, Bella, that Aaron turned out to be useless," she accused, her voice filled with a mix of anger and disappointment. With those words, she abruptly stood up and left the room, leaving behind an atmosphere of tension and resentment. Zinnia, attempting to conceal her annoyance, rose from her seat and directed a stern statement towards Duncan. "Make sure you arrive at the company before me," she commanded, her words laced with frustration. Duncan, however, responded with a nonchalant demeanor. "I think my legs are aching," he casually remarked. "I have been job hunting for a while, you know, and that's why my legs turned out like that. So, I will take a bit of rest before heading to the company." Zinnia's patience wore thin as she retorted firmly, "I won't tolerate your negligence." Creasing his brows, Duncan lifted his gaze to Zinnia, his shrug conveyi
Sir Logan understood Lady Zelda's reservations and nodded in agreement, realizing the delicate nature of the situation. They both took their seats, deciding to proceed with caution and not confront Duncan directly about the missing diary. Unbeknownst to them, Babette had overheard their whispered conversation. As she continued organizing the important files, she pretended not to have heard anything, maintaining her composed demeanor. However, concern flickered in her eyes as she stole glances at Sir Logan and Lady Zelda. Duncan walked down the lit hallway, the flickering candlelight casting eerie shadows on the ornate tapestries that adorned the walls. The air was heavy with a sense of secrecy as he made his way towards Lady Zelda's room. The polished wooden floors creaked softly beneath his cautious footsteps, betraying his presence in the otherwise silent corridor. As he approached Lady Zelda's room, a house servant passed him, bowing his head respectfully in acknowledgmen
As Babette got into her car and drove off, Karla approached Duncan, her curiosity piqued. "So, she helped you dispel any suspicions that might arise later on? That was kind of her."Duncan paused for a moment, his gaze following Babette's departing car. "Hmm," he murmured, his expression inscrutable. "You should go home now and get some rest."Karla regarded him intently. "And what about you? Where are you headed?" Duncan's eyes met Karla's, and there was a flicker of determination in his gaze. As his mind traced back to the moment he had read his father's diary, a mixture of emotions surged within him. Determined to uncover the truth, his mind was now consumed by the urgency of his mission. Reluctantly, Duncan's voice took on a resolute tone, his expression hardening like steel. "I'm going somewhere important," he declared, his words laced with determination. "I want to start carrying out my father's wish." Karla, taken aback by Duncan's sudden shift in demeanor, furrowed he
Unable to withstand the silence any longer, Julie stepped forward and snapped her fingers in front of Karla, purposefully interrupting her deep thoughts. "What's wrong, Karla?" Julie inquired, glancing at Tara. Sensing something amiss, she lowered her voice and asked again, "Karla, are you alright?" Karla, shaken out of her reverie, forced a smile and shook hands with Tara. "Nice to meet you, Tara." Julie, still observing Karla's behavior, pressed further. "Okay, so what happened earlier...?" Feeling the need to cover up her true thoughts, Karla quickly came up with an excuse. "Sorry, Julie, I thought I forgot something related to work earlier." Julie narrowed her eyes slightly, sensing that something might be amiss, but then she smiled, deciding to let the matter slide for now. "You seemed like you know me," Tara said and laughed softly. Tara's comment about knowing her had struck a chord, and her laughter lingered in Karla's mind. Despite trying to brush it off, Karla could
Later in the evening, Peterson Rogers found himself in his cold, dimly lit cell at the detention center. He lay on the narrow bench bed, his eyes fixated on the peeling paint of the ceiling, lost in his thoughts. The weight of his past actions and the consequences they had brought upon him bore heavily on his conscience. Suddenly, he heard the sound of approaching footsteps echoing through the corridor. Peterson's attention was piqued, but he initially chose to ignore the disturbance, resigned to his secluded existence behind bars."Peterson," a voice called out, breaking through the silence. He sat up, his eyes shifting towards the cell bar gates, and a flicker of surprise replaced the gloom on his face as he recognized the familiar voice. It was Ma'am Luna and Laura, two individuals he never expected to see in this place."What are you doing here?" Peterson asked, his tone laced with dismissiveness as he eyed them warily. His guard was up, uncertain of their intentions."To tal
Peterson absorbed Sarah's words, realizing the gravity of his actions. "Do you know who it was that intervened?" Sarah inquired, hoping to gather more information about the situation.Peterson shook his head. "I don't know," he admitted. "Strangely, the police aren't mentioning who gave them the news about me being in that location. But I do know that there were two women; the intruder girl and the other woman who came in later, and the guy who intervened to save one of them was Duncan." "Duncan?" Sarah questioned, her interest piqued by the mention of the name.Peterson nodded, his intuition guiding his suspicions. "Yes, Sarah. My hunch tells me he was involved in this, and the police are hiding his identity. I feel like I saw Duncan that day." Peterson couldn't shake the feeling that he had encountered Duncan during the events that had unfolded, but he lacked concrete evidence to support his belief.Sarah, however, urged Peterson to rely on facts rather than his instincts. "Do a
As Karla spun around, her heart pounding in her chest, she hastily dialed Duncan's number, desperate for an explanation. However, before she could complete the call, a sudden thud echoed through the room. Time seemed to freeze as fear gripped her, and her phone nearly slipped from her trembling grasp. With cautious dread, Karla turned around slowly, her eyes widening in disbelief as she witnessed Duncan stepping across the window into her room. Shock threatened to escape her lips in the form of a scream, but before she could react, he swiftly rushed towards her, covering her mouth with his hand. In the process, their balance faltered, causing them to tumble onto the nearby bed, with Karla ending up on top of Duncan. The unexpected turn of events caused Karla to let out a shrill cry of pain. "Ahh!" she exclaimed, the jolt causing a surge of discomfort. Duncan's concern was immediate. "Shit. Are you okay?" he asked urgently, his worry evident in his voice. With a gentle touch, h
Thoughts of Tara crossed Karla's mind, but she decided not to mention her just yet, not wanting to burden Duncan with additional concerns. Duncan noticed the slight change in Karla's demeanor and sensed that there might be something more she wanted to say. "Is there something wrong?" he inquired. Karla shook her head, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. "No," she replied, offering him a reassuring smile. "Just thinking about tomorrow and wishing you all the best. You've got this, Duncan." Duncan's features relaxed, a grateful expression settling upon his face. "Thank you, Karla," he said sincerely, a flicker of determination gleaming in his eyes. Karla nodded once again. "We're in this together," she stated firmly. "And we'll see it through till the end." With a shared understanding and a renewed sense of purpose, they prepared themselves mentally for the tasks that awaited them on the following day. The following morning, at the Walton Domicile mansion, Lady Zinnia sat i