On that fateful day, Vere was stunned by the unexpected turn of events. His heart weighed heavy with remorse for what had happened to Mira. Nevertheless, amid the turmoil, both he and Red were steadfast in their commitment to keep searching the dense, overgrown terrain. They made the difficult decision to split up briefly, thinking it might improve their chances of finding Mira sooner.
Vere wasted no time and suddenly he heard Red shouting “She here”. Vere hurried in the direction of Red's voice. When he reached the place where Mira lay, his heart sank at the sight before him. Mira was unconscious; her injuries were extensive. Tears welled up in Vere's eyes as he rushed to his wife's side, desperately trying to rouse her. "Mira, please wake up.", but Mira remained unresponsive. Though she still had a pulse, her condition was critical.
With no cell phone signal in the area, Red took it upon himself to rush to a nearby station center in search of help. The minutes seemed to drag on endlessly for Vere as he knelt beside his unconscious wife, feeling utterly powerless.
Soon enough, a team of rescuers, led by the name of Steven arrived at the scene. They quickly assessed Mira's condition and carefully placed her on a stretcher. Vere was torn, reluctant to leave his wife's side.
Vere urges that moment and is desperate to climb into the medics' vehicle, but Steven, one of the rescuers, blocks his way. "I'm sorry, but you can't go inside there," Steve firmly insisted.
"And why not? I am the husband," Vere said. Desperation filled Vere's eyes as he pleaded, "But I need to be with my wife." As tensions rose, Steve quickly reached into his pocket and handed Vere a small card.
"Here is the information about the hospital where we are taking her," he said, hoping it would offer some reassurance.
Vere took the card from Steve's outstretched hand, clutching it tightly. He watched as the medics' vehicle pulled away, carrying his unconscious wife to the unknown.
"Wait, I'll go get my car," Red declared, determined to help in any way he could. Ignoring any objections, he hurried off, leaving Vere with the challenging decision of whether to wait or find another solution.
As moments passed, a tourist on a motorcycle happened to arrive at the scene. Fueled by desperation and a fierce determination to reach Mira, Vere made a snap decision. He seized the motorcycle from its owner and sped off, driven by the urgency of the situation.
His only goal was to catch up to the medics' vehicle. With the motorcycle's engine roaring, Vere raced through the winding roads, eventually catching up to the medics.
However, as they reached the town, the wailing sirens of a police car startled him. He had lost sight of the medics' vehicle momentarily, and now he was being chased by the police. Despite his frantic efforts, Vere couldn't shake off the police pursuit, and he continued to evade them, desperately trying to stay on the trail of the medics' car.
Amid the chaos and confusion, Vere found himself at a crossroads and he stopped, unsure which direction to take North, South, West, or East. He knew he needed guidance to find the hospital mentioned on the card Steven had given him.
Then, in the distance, Vere spotted a pedestrian walking along the road. He pulled up alongside the person and held out the hospital card, his voice trembling as he asked, "Can you please tell me the way to the hospital mentioned on this card?"
The pedestrian studied the card for a moment and pointed in a specific direction. "Head that way, and you'll find it," they said. Thankful for the guidance, Vere continued his frantic drive, his heart pounding with worry for Mira. He knew time was of the essence, and he prayed that he would reach the hospital in time to reunite with his unconscious wife and ensure she received the medical care she so urgently needed.
Vere stepped into the hospital, his heart pounding with worry. He quickly approached the medical reception desk, where he noticed a receptionist assisting another patient. When it was his turn, he spoke with a sense of urgency, "I need to find information about a patient named Mira Mendez and she is my wife." As he uttered these words, he handed over the hospital card and the hospital's details.
"I'm sorry, but we don't have a patient by the name of Mira Mendez," the medical receptionist responded calmly. "But this card was given to me by one of the medics," Vere explained desperately. The receptionist maintained a polite but firm tone. "I understand, sir, but we still don't have any record of this name. Perhaps you should try another hospital."
Vere felt a sudden rush of panic and confusion. His mind raced as he tried to grasp the bewildering turn of events. Losing track of Mira.
Overwhelmed by desperation, he made a snap decision driven by his inner turmoil. Acting purely on instinct, Vere rushed into the hospital's emergency room without pausing to think.
Vere eyes the patients one by one in a desperate attempt to spot Mira among them.
Vere's heart raced within his chest, and he found himself taking quick, shallow breaths. In that intense moment, he couldn't shake the relentless worry that something dreadful had befallen Mira. Nevertheless, his spontaneous search for her did not escape notice. The vigilant medical receptionist quickly spotted him in the emergency room, and alarm bells rang throughout the hospital.
In no time, the hospital's security team was on the move. As Vere continued to search, his frantic actions drew the attention of the hospital security personnel. They approached him with a sense of urgency, their faces reflecting concern and caution. Recognizing the gravity of the situation, they gently but firmly guided Vere toward the exit.
With a heavy heart and a sense of defeat, Vere was led out of the hospital. The doors closed behind him, leaving him standing at the hospital's entrance, his mind filled with turmoil and the haunting uncertainty of Mira's whereabouts.
Vere reached for his cell phone, hoping to make a call, but despair washed over him when he discovered there was no signal. In that moment, he couldn't help but fear that this problem might persist, adding to the mounting challenges he faced.
As Vere stood outside the hospital, a car pulled up, and Red stepped out. Their eyes met, and without exchanging words, Vere knew that he needed to go back to the resort to inform Mira's parents about the distressing incident. With a heavy heart, Vere made a solemn promise to himself that he wouldn't rest until he found Mira. His determination burned like a steady flame, and he knew he would stop at nothing to reunite with his beloved wife.
It was afternoon and Vere and Mira's schoolmate, Red, arrived at the resort and wasted no time they headed straight to the room where Mr. and Mrs. Fuentez were staying and Vere and Red began their story about what happened. "Huh? How did that happen when you were together? And it's your fault because you invited them to go to that mountain," echoing Mrs. Fuentez's frustration pointing at Red. "I'm so sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Fuentez," Red began, his voice filled with genuine remorse. "I truly dislike what happened. Please forgive me. I promise that I will do everything I can to find Mira." Mr. Fuentez sighed deeply. "Vere, do what you have to do." " Yes, I promise you that I will not stop looking for Mira," Vere assured Mr. and Mrs. Fuentez. With those words, he and Red said their goodbyes and left their room. As Vere and Red walked towards the hotel lobby, Vere pondered his next move. He sent Red to the city which is an hour's travel by sea vessel to deliver a message to James,
Vere was once again staying at the majestic Fuentez Family Mansion, three months after his previous business trip. A vast and beautiful home, the mansion was a blatant indication of the family's riches and prestige. Vere's wife, Mira, embraced him tenderly as he exited his car and moved toward the front door. The lines of worry on her face have progressively faded since she was hurt on the island. "Welcome home, my love I have missed you so much," Mira whispered, her eyes filled with affection as she held Vere tightly. Vere smiled down at her, his heart swelling with love for the woman who had been through so much. "I missed you, Mira." Their lives had become peaceful since they had returned from that ill-fated trip. And the specter of Mr. Perry, who had once plagued their every move, had seemingly vanished into thin air. It was a welcome relief, and Vere had grown complacent about traveling alone without his usual contingent of bodyguards. As they entered the mansion
That night while they were still on the road Vere's thoughts were preoccupied with the health of the people who held a special place in his heart as the vehicle drove towards the hospital. “We're nearly there, Vere, so keep going strong”, Mira murmured, breaking the hush. Vere inhaled deeply and braced himself for the battle they faced as they pulled into the hospital's parking area. He was certain that no matter how difficult it might seem he had hopes that they would find a way to overcome the obstacles in his life, whatever it may take their tenacity serving as their shield. They entered the hospital holding hands, their hearts brimming with hope and a firm determination to overcome whatever obstacles were ahead. Vere and Mira rushed to the hospital receptionist's desk with a sense of urgency. "Excuse me, I need to know which room my mother, Elena Mendez, has been admitted to," Vere said with trembling in his voice. Kindhearted and demure, the receptionist quickly looked over
That night in the hospital, Vere was sound asleep on the couch next to his mother's bed but suddenly he woke up when he heard a movement. When he opened his eyes, Vere was shocked to see his mother struggling. Vere instantly stood up and punched the emergency button in the room. The doctor and nurses quickly arrived and led him out of the room. Vere could see the medical professionals trembling through the glass window as he was outdoors, including the nurses and doctors. Vere began to cry at that point since he felt so helpless watching his mother in that circumstance.That time Vere noticed the exchanging anxious glances of Dr. Lewis and the nurses. Suddenly as minutes passed Dr. Lewis went out of the room, approached Vere, and reached out to touch Vere's shoulder. "Mr. Vere, we did everything within our capabilities to save your mother, with a compassionate voice he said, but I regret to inform you that, despite our best efforts, your mother didn't make it and she didn't respond.
Weeks become months. Vere awakens early on that particular morning while his wife Mira is still asleep, and it is a sunny morning. Vere enters their spacious mansion's living room after softly leaving their bedroom. Vere has many fond recollections of his mother watching her favorite films in the living room. Pictures of his mother that document many events in her life and her love for him adorn and surround the space. Vere still mourns the loss of his mother, and he often wishes that only he could go back in time and spend time together. He continues to be committed to his job, which he started with his mother as his inspiration and his strength.Vere drew in a deep breath and then quietly uttered to himself, a resolute look in his eyes, "This is the way life is, but I must keep pushing forward, confronting the challenges that lie ahead." His words brimmed with unwavering determination, serving as a personal affirmation that he wouldn't shy away from life's unpredictable journey, r
Vere arrived at the office that same day. James kept talking, but Veres wasn't paying attention because he remembered what he witnessed with Mira. "Mr. Vere, are you alright?" James asked him. Veres seemed lost in thought. "Yes, sure, uhm. Sorry for that," he replied to James with a smile and a nod. "I'm sorry; I got distracted by my thoughts." "Oops, yeah, you do," James said with a smile when he responded. "Why don't you rest, Mr. Vere? Maybe you are tired.” "No worries, Mr. Vere. And I know that you have been through a lot lately, and it's like a non-stop nightmare." Vere sighed and said, "You're probably right, James. I can't believe that after all this time, there are still so many challenges that keep on striking me. I thought I had reached the level where I am now, but it seems my success is twinned with a nightmare. I don't know where all of this is going to end, and I can leave peacefully." Vere and James were in the middle of their discussion. Suddenly a sound from Vere
A week had passed, and Vere couldn't help but notice that Mira continued to leave the mansion frequently, all the while Vere pretended not to notice his wife's suspicions. On that particular day, while Vere was at the office, he pondered what steps he should take to uncover the mystery surrounding his wife, Mira. And now he had an idea in mind. Vere approached James and asked him to book a hotel reservation for him. "James, could you please book a hotel for me for tomorrow?" Vere instructed. "Yes, sir," James replied with a smile, but then he playfully asked, "Are you planning to have a baby with Mrs. Mira soon, Mr. Vere?" James grinned mischievously.Vere chuckled and replied, "No, James, it's just me. I want some time alone." "Huh? Just by yourself, sir?" James asked with a confused expression. "This is unusual; it's my first time to hear this. You want to be alone. Is there a problem, Mr. Vere?" he inquired. "I'll tell you later, James," Vere replied. "Let's not discuss that for
That same day…….A short while later, a car pulled up beside Vere's car. He glanced over, raised his head, and noticed that it was Mira's car. "Oh wow, what luck! I couldn't believe with my two eyes you arrived now and beside my car, huh?" Vere conversed with himself. When Mira hopped out of her car Vere pretended to be engrossed in something on the dashboard, seemingly taking a nap.Vere continued to watch Mira from the reflection in the restaurant's glass wall as she walked towards the entrance. He saw Mira take her seat at a table beside the glass wall. Vere couldn't take his eyes off Mira, but no one joined her; it was clear to him that she was dining alone. At that moment, Vere said to himself, "Hey, Vere, I think your suspicions might be off the mark. It seems Mira isn't hiding anything after all," he mused.After Mira finished her meal, she didn't leave immediately. After a while, a car pulled up, and Vere noticed that the car was familiar. He had seen it before when he and Ja
But before Vere took any steps outside, he abruptly halted. Hastily, he ascended to the mansion's second floor, entering his room to retrieve the gun. Swiftly returning to the screen where they observed the parked car near the mansion, Vere continued monitoring the situation."Mr. Wayne, hold off on using the gun, especially if you're not sure who these people near the mansion are," Ronnie advised, his tone conveying concern.Vere glanced at Ronnie, acknowledging his words. "Yes, Ronnie. Thank you. I'm just really cautious in these situations, given past experiences," Vere explained, his eyes reflecting a sense of vigilance.Ronnie, understanding Vere's heightened state, nodded in agreement. He empathized with Vere's wariness, comprehending why he was on high alert.As they continued observing the screen, Vere kept a watchful eye on the parked vehicle, his instincts on edge. The uncertainty and the possibility of a threat lingered in the air, intensifying Vere's vigilance and wariness
On that night, Vere drifted off while waiting for Olivia's text. The next morning, he was roused from slumber by the persistent ringing of his cell phone. Rubbing the drowsiness from his eyes, he answered with a hint of grogginess."Hey, Olivia, I was worried about you!" Vere started, concern evident in his voice."I'm sorry, Mr. Wayne, oh, hahaha, Wayne, I mean," Olivia replied, her voice tinged with inebriation."Are you... drunk?" Vere inquired, noting the telltale signs in her speech."Yeah, friends invited me to a birthday party," Olivia explained.Without skipping a beat, Vere dove into the purpose of his call: "I need you to know about Mr. Smith. He's going to sell his company.""Seriously?" Olivia's tone shifted to seriousness."Yes, and that's why I've been trying to reach you," Vere continued. "I've decided to buy his company.""This is the happiest news I've heard from you!" Olivia exclaimed, her enthusiasm apparent. "So, okay, what are you waiting for? Grab it!"Vere felt
A few had boarded their respective vehicles and left. Vere waited a few minutes before driving towards the mansion. As he entered, he hurried to the CCTV screen to check and see who the visitors outside were. Despite scrutinizing the CCTV footage, the faces of the unfamiliar men didn't ring a bell. Vere was at a loss trying to identify these unexpected visitors loitering outside the mansion's gate.After reviewing the footage, Vere dialed Olivia. During their conversation, he mentioned the visitors, but Olivia denied knowing them, expressing her surprise at their unexpected arrival."Olivia, did you recognize those men in the video that I sent you?" Vere asked, concerned about lacing his voice."No, Mr. Wayne, I have no idea who they are. I wasn't expecting any visitors today or later as I am focusing on my business here in California," Olivia responded, her tone mirroring Vere's unease."This is puzzling. They didn't seem like delivery or service personnel," Vere pondered aloud, his
"You?" Crystal, Ronnie's visitor, exclaimed upon seeing Vere. Vere met her gaze and courteously greeted her, "Good afternoon, ma'am."Ronnie, taken aback by Crystal's arrival and the interaction between her and Vere, introduced them. "Ah, Crystal, this is Mr. Wayne, the one I told you about who saved me."Crystal's voice lowered as she acknowledged Vere, "Hello, Mr. Wayne. Nice to meet you for the second time around."Ronnie, slightly confused by their familiarity, inquired, "Oh, you know each other?"Vere nodded, maintaining his composure. "Yes, we've met before," he confirmed, careful not to reveal too much about their previous encounter.In that moment, despite sensing Crystal's apparent displeasure, Vere knew he had to remain composed, disregarding any impressions she might hold. Unbeknownst to them, the individuals they once knew were now in the presence of Vere, bearing a different face and name, yet still the same person.Vere felt a pang in his heart, realizing the company of
At that moment, when Vere turned to face Ronnie, he hugged him, stunned by the stark contrast in Ronnie's appearance from when he last saw him during rehab. Ronnie then invited Vere to his apartment. However, Vere kept his identity hidden due to his altered appearance."Mr. Wayne, thank you so much for saving my life." Ronnie expressed his gratitude.Vere glanced at Ronnie, smiling softly. "It's okay; don't thank me. I owe you a lot."Ronnie was taken aback and confused by Vere's words. "Owe? What do you mean?"Realizing his slip, Vere quickly recovered. "Uhmm, I meant you're welcome. Sorry, I remembered my friend; his name is the same as yours," he explained, smiling warmly at Ronnie."Ah, okay, hahaha," Ronnie chuckled, though a hint of curiosity lingered in his eyes.Despite Vere's attempt to redirect the conversation, Ronnie seemed intrigued by the slip-up. Nevertheless, they shared a light moment, both laughing at the easy camaraderie they shared.Later, as they conversed in Ronn
Vere shrugged off a seemingly misplaced call, attributing it to a simple dialing error. Ignoring whoever might have been trying to reach out, he resumed his slumber. The next morning, Vere woke up early, diving into his emails. Among them was a message from James. "Mr. Wayne, I am sorry to inform you that one of Mr. and Mrs. Fuentez's properties has been sold to the millionaire, Mr. Luke. We won't be reserving it for you due to an important reason, likely one you're already aware of, being Miss Olivia's assistant. You know that in the business world, it's all about give and take."Vere's brow furrowed as he absorbed the contents of the email. It seemed that a significant property deal had slipped through their grasp. The implications were clear, tying back to Miss Olivia's affairs. In the cutthroat realm of business, it appeared that personal connections often dictated the course of transactions.He pondered the intricate dance of favors and influence in the corporate landscape, where
Vere was astonished when he saw the woman get out of the car. "Crystal? Oh my, it's her," he whispered to himself, lowering his car window. "Hey, mister!" A woman's voice interrupted her thoughts. "You've blocked my way!"Realizing he had inadvertently obstructed the path to confront her from her driving she hit vere's car side but instead, Vere swiftly apologized, "I am sorry, Crystal. I didn't mean to." The woman was taken aback. "What? Did I hear right? How do you know me?" Vere was momentarily stunned, having forgotten that he now looked different, thus unrecognized by Crystal. He quickly diverted the conversation. "I'm sorry, Ma'am. I gotta go." With a farewell, Vere left Crystal standing there, equally bewildered by the unexpected encounter.At that moment, Vere hurriedly drove off, leaving Crystal behind. The chance meeting had stirred a whirlwind of emotions in both of them. Vere's mind raced with memories of a past where he and Crystal were acquainted. However, time had chang
The next day, as Vere was busy reviewing business files in Olivia's mansion, he was interrupted by the doorbell. Vere quickly checked the CCTV to see who was at the door. When he saw a delivery truck parked outside, he went to the gate to talk to the delivery man. To his surprise, the package was from Olivia. After receiving the package, Vere went inside.The package was long and had some weight to it. Vere eagerly opened it, finding a small note from Olivia that read, "Wayne, this is the present that I promised. I know you will use it for our safety and protection." Vere was astonished as he unveiled a gun from the package. Holding the firearm in his hand, he murmured to himself, "Now, whoever tries to harm me or tarnish our reputation will have something to reckon with."Inside the package were two valuable firearms, a George Washington saddle pistol, and a Cabot Guns meteorite pistol. Vere couldn't believe his eyes. It was a moment of astonishment as he gazed at the stunning and hi
When Vere arrived at the mansion, Olivia greeted him with a question, as she was quite curious about his sudden return. "Mr. Wayne, have you come back already?" Olivia asked.To which Vere replied, "Yes, Olivia. I didn't expect to find Mr. Perry and Mr. James at one of your establishments, waiting for you."Confused by this revelation, Olivia inquired about the situation. "Oh, I don't care about this, Mr. Perry, but why do you hate Mr. James, Mr. Wayne?" she asked, her brow furrowing in puzzlement.Before answering Olivia's question, Vere sighed and then clarified, "That time, before I respond, let me tell you, I am Wayne. There's no 'Mr.' before it." He raised an eyebrow with a smile.Olivia couldn't help but chuckle. "Alright, alright. My apologies, Wayne. Haha!""So, what happened?" Olivia added another question.Vere went on to explain that he couldn't believe his eyes when he saw them together, but when he confronted Mr. James, the latter mentioned that he worked for Mr. Perry as