Karla exchanged a knowing glance with Babette, before inquiring what was the use of the tiny recorder in her hand. "Duncan, what's the mini recorder for?" Her curiosity is evident.Duncan, wearing a knowing smile, explained, "Attach it either to the champagne bottle or to the trolley you'll use to bring the champagne. It will capture everything Lisa tells me. I need every bit of information she'll spill. It's necessary."Karla, holding the tiny device in her hand, nodded in understanding. "Got it, Duncan. I'll make sure it's discreetly placed." With their roles defined and the plan set in motion, they dispersed once again. Inside the room, Duncan returned, and Lisa, fueled by a mix of desire and the effects of the evening, leaned towards him. Before he could anticipate her next move, she boldly sat astride on his lap with a seductive smile, a moment that marked the beginning of a night filled with revelations and carefully orchestrated schemes. As Lisa whispered something f
Duncan managed to maintain his composure, but inwardly, the revelation hit him hard. Gregg, the very person he had encountered in his quest for answers, now emerged as a significant figure in the Lennart family secrets. Feigning nonchalance, Duncan asked, "Gregg? Are you sure?" Lisa, still giggling, nodded confidently. "Yes, Gregg. It's funny, isn't it? Though I don't know why it's funny." She burst into laughter. Duncan, now armed with this new piece of information, subtly shifted the conversation, saying, "Interesting choice of name. Well, it seems like you've got quite a treasure trove of family secrets." Duncan continued to engage Lisa in conversation, strategically making her drink more. He skillfully navigated the discussion, subtly probing for additional information while maintaining an air of casual interest. Outside the room, Karla voiced her confusion, asking, "Why is Duncan still with Lisa after she spilled the secret?" Abigail, observing from the sidelines,
Duncan, perceptive to the stiffness in Laila's expression, couldn't ignore the tension in the room. Glancing at Zinnia, he asked, "Mother-in-law, why do you seem shocked and agitated by the mention of my father-in-law?" Laila, her patience wearing thin, glared at him and snapped, "Just get lost, Duncan!" Not wanting to escalate the situation, Duncan played the innocent card and obediently left the room. As he departed, he couldn't help but wonder about the secrets lurking beneath the surface of his in-laws' reactions. Zinnia, perplexed by the exchange, turned to her mother. "What was that all about, Mother?" Laila, defensive, replied, "Duncan was just trying to get under my skin, as usual." Zinnia, not entirely convinced, cut her off. "Enough of that, Mother. Tell me about Father. Why are you avoiding the question about him?" Laila hesitated, then sighed. "Your father... He is not doing well. His health has taken a turn for the worse." Zinnia's expression softened, concerned
Surprised, Duncan stared at the sketched face before him, disbelief etched across his features. The realization hit him – it was a sketch of himself. Inside the carefully torn wrapping, a card lay with the words "Find him soon" inscribed on it. Gregg's name was discreetly placed at the bottom of the card. Duncan understood at that moment that Gregg had orchestrated this mysterious delivery. His surprise deepened as he compared the sketch to his own facial features; it was an uncanny match. Panic set in as he contemplated the consequences of Ma'am Luna or his mother-in-law, Laila, discovering this sketch. It could be the end game for him, and he urgently wondered what he could do. Quickly, Duncan messaged Karla, explaining the dire situation. As he anxiously waited for her response, he considered the worst-case scenarios that could unfold if the sketch fell into the wrong hands. Karla's call interrupted his thoughts, and she got straight to the point. "What's the plan, Duncan?"
Lady Zelda, wearied by the unfolding chaos, implored, "Duncan, please, forget about finding anything. Let the sleeping dog lie." Duncan, fueled by determination and a thirst for the truth, refused to yield. He questioned his mother, "Why do you want that, Mother? What are you hiding?" Lady Zelda, caught off guard and unable to provide a satisfactory answer, remained silent. The weight of unspoken truths hung in the air, and the strained relationship between mother and son faced yet another moment of reckoning. Sensing Duncan's unwavering determination, Lady Zelda, desperate to put an end to the unfolding turmoil, ordered him sternly, "Duncan, forget about this matter. Promise me you won't try to dig up the past." Duncan, torn between his quest for the truth and his mother's wishes, reluctantly apologized, "I will not do that, Mother, sorry.." Her disappointment evident, Lady Zelda asked pointedly, "Are you going to disobey me?" Duncan, his frustration boiling over, defian
Abigail wasn't really happy to see her uncle, Rhino, whom she doesn't know much about his illegal activities. But he was happy to see her. Taking his seat, he noticed her demeanor which wasn't favorable to him, still, he managed to compliment her.“Abigail, my dear niece, I'm glad you waited for me. You're looking as charming as ever.’ Abigail, with an evident reluctance in her reply, replied straightforwardly,” Uncle Rhino. What do you want?”Rhino, feigning innocence, answered, “Can't a doting uncle visit his lovely niece without being interrogated?”Abigail, cutting through the charade, mumbled,” Cut the act, please. Why did you want to meet?” Rhino, leaning back with a sly grin, said, “Always direct, just like your old man. Well, let's say I have a proposition that might interest you.”Abigail was skeptical. “Proposition? I do not deal with your kind of propositions.”Rhino, unfazed, nodded. “Hear me out, Abigail. It's an opportunity that could benefit both of us. Abigail cr
As Rhino hurriedly left, Abigail arose from her seat, her mind swirling with a mix of emotions. Unaware of Karla's watchful eyes, she paid the waiter and descended the stairs, determined to confront whatever awaited her downstairs. Abigail gracefully descended the stairs, her composed demeanor the tumult of thoughts within. As she reached the lower level, Karla's eyes met hers, and Karla warmly waved at her. Duncan, sitting beside Karla, turned to Abigail with a friendly smile. “Hey, Abigail! When did you get here?" "Not too long ago, Duncan. Just joined the crowd." Karla, curious, chimed in. "Are you here for business, Abigail?" Abigail, maintaining her composure, nodded. "Yes, Karla. Business as usual." Karla's gaze lingered for a moment, a glint of curiosity still present. "Anything exciting, or the usual hustle?" Abigail, choosing her words carefully, replied, "The usual hustle, you know how it goes." Duncan, always eager for a good story, grinned. "You've always got somet
Days passed, and the tension within the Lennart mansion lingered. One evening, Lisa, determined to confront Duncan once more, sought him out in Zinnia's room after he returned to the house. "We need to talk, Duncan."Duncan, casually flipping through a magazine, glanced up without much interest. "What now, Lisa?"Lisa, her resolve strengthened, confronted him. "You can't keep treating me like this. I won't stand for it."Duncan, smirking, replied, "Stand for what, Lisa? You're the one who let it all happen."Lisa, suppressing her frustration, retorted, "I won't let you make me feel worthless. I deserve respect."Duncan, dismissive as ever, scoffed, "Respect? You're a pawn in this game, Lisa. Nothing more."Lisa, refusing to back down, said, "I won't be your pawn any longer. I won't let you use me."Duncan, with a cold chuckle, remarked, "You are still under the illusion that you have a choice. You are talking as if you can get over me."Lisa, tired of his arrogance, shot back, "I m