The police approached Calvin and Christina with serious expressions etched on their faces. "Mr. Hudson, we've found no fingerprints of yours on the package," one officer said, his voice measured and calm. "It seems someone used your name irresponsibly."Calvin nodded, a mixture of relief and frustration washing over him. He glanced at Christina, who looked equally relieved but still shaken. "Did you find any other fingerprints?" Calvin asked, trying to maintain his composure.The officer shook his head. "Whoever did this was very careful. They likely used gloves. There's no traceable evidence on the package."Both Calvin and Christina sighed in unison, the tension of the situation palpable. The officer then turned to Christina, his eyes sympathetic. "Ms. Johnson, do you have any enemies? Or perhaps, Mr. Hudson, do you have any enemies who might target you through her?"Calvin's mind immediately went to Kevin Lang. "I have a personal conflict with Dr. Kevin Lang. However, I don’t know
Lionel and Kevin Lang sat in the sprawling garden of the Lang family mansion, sipping tea and sharing a rare moment of camaraderie. The meticulously landscaped grounds, with their perfectly trimmed hedges and blooming flower beds, seemed to bask in the duo's shared sense of triumph. Their laughter echoed through the serene setting, a testament to their recent successes and devious plans.Kevin leaned back in his ornate, wrought-iron chair, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. He twirled his teacup slowly, savoring the moment. "Our plan is working perfectly, Father. Calvin can't open his clinic again. We've successfully shut him down," he declared, his voice filled with smug satisfaction.Lionel nodded, a proud smile lighting up his face as he took another sip of his tea. "Indeed, Kevin. It was a brilliant plan. With my influence at the health department, they'll be too intimidated to grant Calvin his licenses again. We've ensured his downfall," Lionel said, his tone brimming wi
As Kevin and Lionel savored their tea in the expansive garden, their moment of shared victory was interrupted by the sudden ringing of the doorbell. The sound echoed through the mansion, breaking the tranquil ambiance of their celebration. A few moments later, a butler appeared, bowing slightly before delivering the news."Sir, there are two police officers at the door. They wish to speak with Mr. Kevin Lang," the butler reported, his tone respectful but tinged with curiosity.Kevin's brow furrowed in surprise. "What do they want?" he asked, a hint of irritation creeping into his voice.The butler shook his head. "They didn't specify, sir. They only mentioned that they need to speak with you."Kevin exchanged a quick glance with Lionel, whose face had hardened with concern. "I'll meet them in the living room," Kevin said, standing up and brushing invisible dust from his suit.Lionel's voice followed him, firm and commanding. "Kevin, don’t tell me you have any issues with the police."
Lionel sighed deeply, the weight of their schemes settling heavily on his shoulders. He looked at Kevin, his eyes sharp with a mixture of concern and resolve. "Good. The last thing we need right now is to be tangled up with the police."Kevin nodded confidently, though the tension in his jaw betrayed a lingering worry. "This is a false accusation, Father. Rest assured, I have no connection to any of this. Someone is trying to divert our focus, but it won't work."Lionel gave a curt nod, his expression softening slightly as he placed a reassuring hand on Kevin's shoulder. "I believe you. Just ensure that nothing more comes of this. We can't afford any missteps."Kevin smiled, though it was more a determined grimace. "Don't worry, Father. I'll handle it."Lionel watched his son for a moment longer, then turned and walked away, his mind already shifting to the next part of their plan. Kevin stood there for a moment, taking a deep breath and steadying himself. He needed to stay focused.A
Calvin received Christina's message and smiled faintly. He was about to reply when a staff member emerged from an office, addressing Calvin and his lawyer, who were seated in the waiting area of the Health Department. "Your turn, Mr. Hudson."Calvin slipped his phone into his pocket and, along with his lawyer, stood and followed the staff member into the room. Inside, a group of officials from the health department awaited them, including Cynthia Dellaware. The atmosphere was tense and formal."Good morning, Mr. Hudson," Cynthia began, her tone professional but with a hint of regret. "We have reviewed your resubmitted application for the alternative medicine clinic. I'm afraid we have to inform you that your application has been denied again."Calvin's eyes widened in shock. He exchanged a quick glance with his lawyer before stepping forward. "But why?" he asked, unable to keep the frustration out of his voice. "My practice adheres to all regulations for herbal and energy-based treatm
Calvin and his lawyer, Samuel Reed, left the Department of Health office, their expressions a mixture of frustration and determination. As they got into Calvin's car, Samuel immediately opened his laptop, his fingers flying over the keys. Calvin started the car and pulled into traffic, his mind racing with the possibilities of who could be behind the repeated rejections of his license.After several minutes of silence, Samuel looked up from his laptop, his face grim. "Mr. Hudson, your suspicion was right," he said, his voice serious.Calvin glanced over at him, his heart pounding. "What exactly did you find, Samuel?"Samuel turned the laptop towards Calvin, showing him a list of names. "Lionel Lang is on the advisory board of the Department of Health. He’s one of the key figures who didn't approve your license renewal."Calvin’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white. "Lionel Lang," he muttered, the name dripping with contempt. "I knew they were involved, but
Calvin drove home, his thoughts a whirlwind of plans and possibilities. Samuel returned to his office to continue working on the case. As Calvin entered his house, he immediately headed to the small desk in the living room where he kept his mail.Just as he began sifting through the pile of envelopes, Lizzie appeared in the doorway holding a fancy envelope. "Are you looking for this?" she asked with a teasing smile.Calvin looked up and chuckled. "Ah, Lizzie, you beat me to it. You always seem to know what I'm looking for."Lizzie handed him the envelope, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. "The invitation arrived this morning. I thought it looked important, so I set it aside for you."Calvin took the envelope and smiled warmly at his sister. "Thank you, Lizzie. You're right, this is very important."Lizzie nodded, her expression turning serious. "I bet there will be a lot of influential people at the event. This could be a great opportunity for you, Calvin."Calvin opened the envelope
Calvin and Christina finally arrived at the grand hall where the classical music concert was to be held. The building was elegantly adorned, reflecting the sophistication of the event. As they approached the entrance, they could see a large banner announcing Albert Finch as the main sponsor, highlighting the evening's performers, all graduates from the prestigious music school he had founded. Despite his military background, Albert Finch had a profound love for classical music, a passion that was well-known among his peers.One of the evening's featured performers was his nephew, Dante Finch, a prodigious talent who had already garnered much acclaim. Calvin showed their invitations to the receptionist, who then escorted them inside with a polite nod. The ambiance of the hall was both grand and welcoming, filled with the soft murmur of guests mingling and the gentle strains of a string quartet playing in the background.As Calvin and Christina entered the main reception area, Albert Fi