Peter had finished addressing the few guests invited for the occasion at the company's multi-purpose hall. Dress in his three-piece suit and a hat. He stood on the podium and addressed the men he had invited for the auspicious occasion of his solar panel launch. Some of the products are displayed in front of the hall. Everything had been put in place with huge campaigns. The team members and engineers had done a great job picking out the design for the product. Kayla was sitting at the special table she shared with Peter and other prominent men. Jim was there, too. The elaborate party was set up with guests from far and near.“Your man is a smart one," Jim said to Kayla with a smile on his face. She nodded her agreement to him, and the other men laughed heartily.I hear you make crazy designs for company brands. Jim told her, I think I would need a new logo for my business. Kayla's eyes widened as she heard those words under the soft speech Peter was giving at the podium. She would
Peter had barely entered his home when he got a call from Tyler. He didn’t believe what Tyler had told him, and Tyler, on the other hand, refused to leave the scene until the police showed up.Peter panicked as he put the phone down.“You seem tensed. Is anything the matter? Kayla asked, trying to take off her clothes. She had had a great time at the party.I heard you scream from my room. Is there a problem, Peter Coleman?” she asked, addressing him by his government name.“I think I am trouble, Kayla,” he said, sighing heavily.“You should talk to me about it. Worrying isn’t to solve the problem either." She said she was scanning Peter’s face.“I just received a call from Tyler just a moment ago, and it isn’t good at all, Kayla,” Peter answered with pain in his voice. His tone was thick and cloudy.He looked up at her, his eyes red with anger and his bones vibrating.“What did he say?”“Something about an explosive; I didn’t quite get what he was saying, but from what I could deduce
In the large hospital corridor, thick thuds of boots slamming against the ceramic floor could be heard. Henry’s mom was just halfway from her son’s medical room when she met Dr. Briggs. With a soft smile on her face, she greeted him. “Dr. Briggs, how are you today?”“I’m fine, madam. Here to see Henry, I guess?” The doctor assumed, however, that he was right. Even though her son had not recovered from the hit, she is still happy that she has been able to bring the culprit to justice. Mia was still in her custody, and until she was able to find this so-called Peter, she would not rest. Meanwhile, Mia had forgotten to give her Peter’s full name.She sighed.“Your son will be fine; it’s just a matter of time and he will be back to normal," the doctor promised.“It's fine then; I still want to see if he can tell me a few things." She said she was still convinced in her heart that her son wasn’t mad. She had never experienced anything as such in her life. But then she keeps thinking about
CHAPTER 78The men left the hospital and headed straight to the place where they had held Mia for about forty-eight hours with nothing to it.Mia was lying on the floor on her back when she heard the boots clicking against the hard floor. She managed to turn, holding her dislocated hand in place. A foul smell emanated from her mouth and her body. She hasn't had a bath in two days, and her hair is a mess. She blew air from her mouth into her palm and smelled it.She gagged at her odor. Her eyes were afraid.The steps grow closer and closer, and on my feet, I jab the door open, falling to one side of the wall.“There you are, our smart lady." The leader of the gang hailed her. Mia scowled at him.“Well, I guess you’ve had a nice time with the insect in this damn room." His colleagues laughed at his dry joke.“Get me out of here." She ordered them this time. She had a sorrowful look in her eyes and didn’t know how to express her pain anymore. Her stomach was hurting, and her eyes were be
Peter paced his office back and forth with disappointment on his face. He had asked his workers to stay at home for a few days so they could rest from the incident. Tyler wasn’t hurt that much and has refused to stay home. Instead, he resumed work early in the morning as usual, and when Peter saw him come into his office, he was shocked. “I thought I asked you to stay home for a few days. What are you doing here?” Peter asked with a small frown, marring his features.“I asked you to stay home, Tyler; you shouldn’t be here at this moment.” He said that and checked the time on his wristwatch. “Seventeen minutes past seven o’clock? Who the hell shows up at work this early? Or do you have anything you are not telling me?” He raised his brows in speculation.“Sir, I can’t stay home when the company is in this critical stage. I am not as broken as you think. I can still do my job." Tyler countered. “And the injury on your hand?” Peter asked, looking at the plaster on Tyler’s hand. "C'mon
“Tyler, do you think we can get to the root of this?”Peter asked. He is sure the detective and his team would do a great job, but then something inside of him tells him the mission would be near impossible if he didn't involve himself in the search. “I think Mr. Reynolds knows his onions so well. You brought him, didn't you?” He flashes his boss a knowing look."Yes, sure, but do you think I got those names right? Victor could be innocent this time, you know. We were all at the inaugural conference together. If he had a hand in it, do you even think he would show up all dressed so nicely?”. Peter asked again. The thoughts running through his mind were just too much to ignore. He needed to talk to someone at the time, and Tyler was the only one who could understand his pain right now.“You should go to the factory and make a little inquiry about the boys hired to load the truck. Someone should have an idea." He said it coldly. “Also meet the accountant for compensation for your inj
A knock on Victor's door, and he finds himself creeping out to check who it was. He had had one of the best sleeps of his life since the chaos with his cousin. He grudgingly stormed out of his room, taking short, calculated steps on the stairs. He wasn't expecting anyone at all, so it bothers him who would be standing at his doorpost knocking in these early hours of the morning. “Who is it?” He called out the moment he was close to the door. He heard the voice say something, but the cook got the words right. He turned the knob and pulled it open. "Yes, how may I help you?" He spoke to the man standing in front of him. Victor scanned the man's face; he suspected he had seen him somewhere, but he just couldn't place a finger at the exact place he had seen the man.“Good morning, Mr. Victor Coleman. I am Detective Reynolds." He asked for his ID.Victor's mind skipped for a bit.“A detective in my house? How did you even know where I lived?" Victor was surprised at the sudden show-up
Mr. Reynolds knows something isn't right about the whole thing. He knows that Victor and his father have a lot of cockroaches in their cupboards. He smiled as he drove off from the mansion. He took up his phone and stared at it for a while. Then he stopped right at the traffic sign for a while, and when it turned green again, he picked up and moved quickly before taking the left turn towards the outskirts of the town. A region where the most influential people in the city lived. When he stopped at the front of the renewed mansion, he paused and marveled at the magnificent structure before him. Peter most definitely has good taste when it comes to construction and decor. This was just another piece of evidence, but the reason he still had Billy and his wife living in his house was something that bothered his mind so much.He pulled up to come out of the car when he caught someone running towards the back and shouting.“The devil has arrived." Reynolds shrugged and came out still. He