It was a nightmarish situation for Vere, as he became the prime suspect in the investigation into his wife Mira's death. And now his confidant and trusted friend, James, was nowhere to be found, as he was only the hope for Vere, leaving him isolated and desperate.
To make matters worse, Vere was unable to bid a final farewell to Mira, as Mr. and Mrs. Fuentez denied him that closure. All his efforts, all he had done for Mira and their envisioned family, had crumbled due to unforeseen issues in their marriage. It was a deeply distressing ordeal for Vere.
It was the seventh day in the cell for Vere, who was informed by the police that he had a visitor.
He was taken to a visitation room, where he saw Mr. and Mrs. Fuentez waiting for him. Vere greeted them out of respect as their son-in-law, but they ignored his greeting.
"Mrs. Fuentez, how could you? After all that you've done for our daughter, we trusted you completely, but it turned into a mess," Mr. Fuentez lamented.
"If you can remember those days when Perry caused devastation in our lives, look at it now. We thought you were the person our daughter deserved, but it was all wrong. My daughter loved a criminal man who led her to her death."
Vere countered, "No, that's not true." "You're worse than Perry, and we regret having a son-in-law like you, a murderer, a criminal," Mrs. Fuentez bitterly stated.
"You don't know what the whole truth is," Vere added. "What truth? The investigation shows that all the evidence and proofs are clear; we regret having you as our son-in-law," Mr. Fuentez said. "You want to play a game, Mr. Vere, but you can't bring back the precious life you've taken," Mrs. Fuentez said.
At that moment, he couldn't take his emotions. Vere seethed with anger at the words he heard from Mr. and Mrs. Fuentez. "Believe whatever you want to believe," he retorted.
Vere stood up and called the guard to take him back to his cell, saying, "I'm the only one you're accusing; why don't you investigate your own child who started this problem?" As he was leaving the room, even the guard heard Mr. Fuentez say, "So because of that simple problem, you killed our daughter."
Vere looked back at the Fuentez couple, shook his head, and walked away.
On that same day, Vere was informed that he had a visitor, a lawyer. While he was speaking with the lawyer, Vere requested that they find James and convey his message.
Lawyer started, "Hi, Mr. Vere, I'm your lawyer, Atty. Clark. I'm here to offer my services. I've heard about your case, and I've handled cases like yours before. If you allow me, I'll start studying your case so we can proceed with the necessary legal procedures."
Vere began, "Yes, I do, and please do me a favor. Please locate James and deliver my message to him. He's my trusted personal assistant. Thanks."
At that moment, Vere fell silent, lost in his thoughts, as he recalled the words of Mr. and Mrs. Fuentez. After conveying his message to the lawyer, he stood up and signaled to the guard to return to his cell.
That night, Vere couldn't sleep as he contemplated the hope that tomorrow would bring a resolution. He was sure that his message had reached James. Vere thought to himself, "Tomorrow will be a better day. I'm confident that my message has reached James." This sense of hope provided him with some comfort, as he desperately awaited a positive outcome.
The following day, the attorney made his way back to Vere's cell with a heavy heart, carrying disheartening news that would shatter what little hope remained for Vere. “Mr. Vere, I have some profoundly worrying news to share with you about James, your personal assistant, he has been in a major accident, and he is currently in the hospital.”
“And he is still unconscious and battling for his life.”
The weight of those words hit Vere like a sledgehammer. That time Vere couldn't hold the feeling and Tears welled up in his eyes, and he couldn't hold back the overwhelming surge of emotions that flooded over him. In this moment of despair, he needed James more than ever. James had not only been his trusted assistant but also his confidant, his pillar of strength during these tumultuous times.
Vere realized the magnitude of the situation, and the gravity of not being able to express his gratitude and repay the profound debt of loyalty James had shown him weighed heavily on his heart. The guilt gnawed at him, knowing that he might never get the opportunity to convey how much he valued and appreciated.
After the attorney informed him the attorney leftIn the dimly lit cell, Vere's mind was clouded with a deep sense of despair. He yearned for James to recover, not only for his sake but for the chance to show James just how much he meant to him.
At that moment, Vere found it inexplicably painful to bear the weight of his emotions. A turbulent mixture of anguish had been building since he lost his mother and then, tragically, Mira. And now, the news of James, the one person he could rely on in his personal life and various businesses, added another layer of agony in his heart. In the darkness of his cell, Vere's thoughts raced, and his heart ached with an overwhelming sense of loss.
The void left by Mira's absence had never truly been filled, and James had become the steady presence that anchored him through the turbulent seas of life. "James," Vere whispered softly to himself as if the mere utterance of his name could summon his friend's presence. He thought about all the times they had faced challenges together, navigated through the intricacies of business deals, and shared personal stories during late-night conversations.
For Vere, James was not just an assistant but a confidant, a loyal trusted friend, and an integral part of Vere's life. The pain Vere felt was compounded by the fact that he couldn't be there by James's side during his time of need. The helplessness of his incarceration only deepened the despair that threatened to consume him. That time Vere longed for the day that he could express his gratitude to James for being his unwavering support system, for being the one who had, in many ways, saved him from complete despair and always be on his side at any time he needed him..
As the night wore on, Vere still held onto a glimmer of hope and prayed That James could get through the situation. He couldn't explain the source of this hope, but he clung to the belief that tomorrow might bring better news, a positive resolution that would reunite him with the one person he couldn't bear to lose.
A month later, after a sad hearing in the courtroom, Vere was found guilty of all accusations brought against him, and the judge's gavel boomed with finality, sealing his doom.
His life would change drastically as he faced the possibility of serving time in prison alongside other detainees because he was now formally regarded as a prisoner of the state.
As the courtroom emptied that time, Vere's attorney approached him, his expression laden with regret.
"Mr. Vere, I'm very sorry. I tried my best, Mr. Vere, but it seems the jury decided against you. You'll have to be ready for your time in prison for the time being, but we'll look into the possibilities for an appeal if we can.”
Vere, though devastated by the outcome, nodded in acknowledgment.
"Thank you for your efforts, attorney. I appreciate everything you've done."
The reality of his situation began to sink in as he was escorted out of the courtroom while seeing the face of Mr. and Mrs. Fuentez were happy as they won in their case.
And headed straight to the prison. As the heavy iron doors clanged shut behind him, sealing off the outside world, Vere found himself in a stark, unforgiving environment, surrounded by other inmates, each with their own stories and circumstances.
As Vere stood in the dimly lit corridor of the prison, the echo of clanging doors still reverberating in his ears, he could not believe that this had become his reality. The outside world felt like a distant memory for him, and now he was thrust into this harsh and unforgiving environment.Vere observed the other inmates, each with their own stories and circumstances. As he found his place in this bleak setting, he couldn't help but wonder what had led him here. It was a story that he would come to share with a select few over time, a story that he couldn't forget.A fellow inmate approached Vere and introduced himself, looking at his face. "Hey, I'm Ted.""I'm Vere," he replied.Ted offered Vere some advice as they settled into their small, shared cell."I've been here for several years, and I know how the game goes inside this place, so you have to be vigilant," Ted said in a hushed tone. "Listen," he continued. "This place is rough, and you've got to watch your back. Keep your head
Days turned into weeks, and Vere had already adjusted to his life as an inmate. However, every day, he held onto the hope that a miracle would happen and that one day, James would surprise him, having overcome the coma from the accident. But he couldn't forget the events that had forever left a mark on his memory. One day, as Vere was taking a shower, he was unaware that danger was lurking nearby. Vere had thought that, after several days and weeks had passed, the conflicts would have subsided, but he was definitely mistaken, and that day would be his other day to be in trouble. Little did he know that some of his fellow inmates were still watching him closely, waiting for an opportunity to strike.After Vere had finished dressing and left the shower area, he was in for a shock. The same group that had been causing problems for him in the mess hall in the past few weeks had confronted him. Five imposing inmates surrounded him, their hostility palpable. Without warning, they seized h
On that fateful night, while Vere found himself in the dimly lit cell, he pondered whether he should accept the offer from Mr. and Mrs. Fuentez. It was the only remaining option for him to escape the confines of his prison, as there are no signs of James yet. After three long days of contemplation, Mr. and Mrs. Fuentez returned to visit Vere in his cell. Vere had been wrongfully accused of a crime he did not commit. Unforgettable nightmare that had shattered in his life, and he had spent countless nights behind those unforgiving bars, yearning for justice. The justice system had failed him, and he had lost faith in it. However, the Fuentez offer presented a ray of light in the abyss of despair, even though there is no assurance if that is a good decision to trust them, as they once sent Vere to prison, but for now, Vere doesn't have any other choice but to accept.As he was desperately wants to get out of the prison.At that moment, Vere decided not to beat around the bush, and he ac
Three days after that fateful night, it was quiet in the prison, and most inmates were fast asleep. However, a group of determined individuals, including Vere, Tony, Johnny, Ted, and four others, decided to carry out their escape plan. They cautiously began their endeavor by crawling through the ceiling, timing their movements between the rounds of the jail guards. They reached the end of the crawl space and, one by one, started their descent. After successfully reaching the ground, they proceeded to sneak past the prison walls, with Johnny leading the way. However, as they approached a section of the wall, Johnny accidentally slipped, causing a disturbance that alerted the guards. All of them were caught except for Vere, who managed to evade capture. The prison yard was illuminated by the rotating searchlights, but Vere slipped away, crawling through the muddy terrain behind the prison building. He made his way to a dense forest and was closely pursued by the prison guards. Vere r
After two hours of traveling, Vere finally arrived in town and immediately disembarked. He started walking towards the place where Alexa's friend, Anthony Blair, usually stayed. Anthony worked on one of the trucks that transported fruits and vegetables to the big city. After a fifteen-minute walk, He finally reached the large truck where they loaded the produce. Without further delay, she began asking the truck drivers. "Hello, sir. Do you know Anthony Blair?" Vere inquired. "Yeah, the third truck," one of the truck drivers replied. He quickly headed to the third truck and asked, "Hey, are you Anthony Blair?" Vere questioned. Anthony responded, "Yeah, how did you know me? So, we know each other." "From Alexa. He told me to find you here," Vere explained."Are you a relative of Alexa?" Anthony asked Vere. "No, just a friend," Vere replied. "There's no mobile phone signal in Alexa's place, but I'm glad I found where she lives." "Yeah it is! so whats your name? Anthony ask Vere." At
On that day, Vere found a glimmer of hope through Crystal. "Mr. Vere, do you know that the police are looking for you everywhere, and there are reports about you all over the news?" Crystal asked. "It would be better if you turned yourself in, and I could personally take you to the precinct," she urged. Vere hesitated momentarily before responding, "I'm asking for your understanding, Crystal. Please don't reveal my whereabouts to the police for now. Let me first make things right, gather evidence regarding my wife's death, and handle the issues with the company." Crystal, concerned and willing to listen, replied, "I understand that you're not a bad person, and perhaps it was just a coincidence that you were at the wrong place at the wrong time. I'll help you until you sort things out." As Vere embarked on his quest to clear his name and find the truth behind his wife's death, he and Crystal formed an unlikely alliance, determined to uncover the secrets that had brought them togethe
At that moment, Vere felt nervous as the police officer approached him. But he knew he had to remain calm rather than arouse suspicion. "Here's some water," the officer said as he handed Vere a bottle of water. "So, how long have you been homeless?" he inquired. "Oh well, I've been homeless for three years now," Vere replied. "Gotcha, Mr.," the officer said. "Anyway, this place is not safe for you. There will be danger around here, so don't stay too close to this area because anytime there might be shooting." "Okay, Mr. Police Officer, thanks for the water. Gotta go now," Vere said, nodding his appreciation, and he started to walk away. However, he was suddenly halted in his tracks as the officer called out to him again, "Hey, wait." Vere turned back to the officer, his heart racing. "Maybe you could do us a favor, and you'll be rewarded if you do," the officer said, taking out his cellphone and showing Vere a picture of him while he explained that the guy in the picture had escap
Vere found himself battered and bruised on the unforgiving streets, but he was now on the path to healing. He had sought refuge in a safe hideout alongside Crystal and Ronnie. Crystal wasted no time in admonishing him, her concern evident in her voice. "Vere, I told you not to venture out.Because this place isn't safe for you, especially since you're a new face here.And nothing around here is familiar to you yet. You're just a visitor, so please, from now on, do as I say. I warned you," Crystal began, her eyes locked on Vere. Vere met Crystal's stern gaze and nodded in agreement. "Okay, but I went out there with a purpose to find you and Ronnie," he explained. "We appreciate that," Ronnie chimed in, "but this place is like a living nightmare, especially during the night. All the bad elements come out, and if you venture out, you'll be in trouble. Worse yet, if you take the wrong turn, you might get caught by the police." Vere's face bore the visible signs of his recent ordeal, and
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