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 mind racing to make sense of the situation.
"Just be careful Mr. Wayne," Olivia said.
"Thanks, Olivia. Dont worry I'll keep an eye on things here," Vere replied, appreciating her support.
After bidding each other goodbye, Vere couldn't shake off the nagging feeling of uncertainty. Who were these mysterious visitors, and why were they lurking around the mansion? With no answers in sight, Vere resolved to dig deeper into this unexpected turn of events.
As Vere mulled over the situation, the enigmatic presence of those men outside the gate lingered, a puzzle demanding to be solved.
Vere found himself once again caught in a situation he thought he'd left behind when he was known as Vere among people. "I can't believe this is happening," he murmured to himself. "I thought this was over, but in this new guise, it's still the same. It's as if people know I'm Vere," Vere whispered in frustration.
After muttering to himself, Vere contemplated heading to the storage room, where he would hide the guns that Olivia had gifted him. As he held the firearm, Vere's thoughts of using it for vengeance against those who had mistreated and betrayed him consumed his mind. The faces of Mr. Perry, James, and Mr. and Mrs. Fuentez flashed vividly in his imagination.
"You beasts," Vere seethed quietly to himself, clutching the gun tightly. "One day, I'll make you feel the weight of my vengeance."
Unbeknownst to Vere, and now his life as a personal assistant of Olivia, still seems to have the same situation as he was before and starts about the mysterious visitor.
"I need to be careful now so it won't happen like it did before," unaware of the dark thoughts clouding Vere's mind.
Vere stood alone in the storage room, the firearm symbolizing his burning desire for retribution. His determination to seek justice against those who had wronged him intensified. Gripping the gun, Vere vowed silently, "One day, I'll make you feel the vengeance I harbor."
Lost in a whirlwind of emotions, Vere's thoughts centered on the brewing storm of retaliation that loomed on the horizon, a reckoning he was set on bringing to those who had crossed him.
At that moment, Vere stowed the gun away in a cabinet in his room. Later, as he sat down for dinner, he decided to call Ronnie to discuss the job offer as his assistant. Despite attempting several times, Ronnie didn't pick up, prompting Vere to shoot a message instead. After dinner, Vere contemplated heading to Olivia's office to review some business files, intending to start devising his strategies.
"Ronnie, it's Vere. I wanted to talk about the personal assistant position. Could you give me a call when you're free?" Vere dialed Ronnie's number, awaiting a response.
No answer. Vere sighed and opted to text Ronnie, "Hey Ronnie, just checking in about the job. Let's chat when you're available."
Completing his meal, Vere mulled over visiting Olivia's office. "I should start going through those business files to kickstart our business strategy," he mused to himself, contemplating his next move.
An hour passed, and Vere was immersed in studying the business files when a sudden call came in from one of Olivia's business partners, Mr. Smith. As Mr. Smith spoke, Vere listened intently, a glint of excitement in his eyes. Mr. Smith was offering Olivia the sale of his company, urgently needing to leave the country.
Vere, barely containing his exhilaration, responded to Mr. Smith, "I'll purchase your company, not for Olivia, but for myself." Mr. Smith was taken aback. "Oh, wow, Mr. Wayne," he exclaimed, incredulous at what he heard.
Amid their conversation, Vere and Mr. Smith discussed setting up a meeting for their appointment. After the call ended, Vere was overcome with unexpected joy. "Yes, thank God. My dream has finally come true," he whispered to himself, a wide grin lighting up his face.
His heart raced with the sudden turn of events. Vere had been yearning for an opportunity like this a chance to seize control and build something of his own. With a renewed sense of purpose, he contemplated the possibilities and future ahead.
"This is it," Vere affirmed, feeling a surge of determination. He couldn't wait to make this purchase and take a bold step toward fulfilling his aspirations. The unexpected call had opened a door to a new chapter in his life, and Vere was ready to dive into this newfound opportunity with fervor and ambition.
In that moment of elation, Vere's joy was momentarily halted by an unexpected call. His delight doubled upon seeing Ronnie's name flashing on the screen, prompting him to swiftly answer.
"Ronnie, this is a great opportunity for me and for you as well," Vere exclaimed, momentarily forgetting that, in their relationship, he was known not as Vere but as Mr. Wayne.
"Oh, really, Mr. Wayne?" Ronnie replied, slightly puzzled.
As Ronnie referred to him as Mr. Wayne, Vere's realization struck, causing him to snap back to his true identity. He chuckled lightly as he continued their conversation. "I'm sorry, I'm just so excited, Ronnie. Finally, I can own a company again."
Amidst their talk, Vere and Ronnie came to an agreement that Ronnie would accompany him to the appointment with Mr. Smith, serving as a witness and officially being introduced as Vere's personal assistant.
"Ronnie, when I meet Mr. Smith, I want you there as my witness, and I'll introduce you as my personal assistant." Vere outlined their plan, eager for Ronnie to be part of this crucial moment.
Ronnie, feeling honored by the opportunity, readily accepted it. "Sure thing, Mr. Wayne. I'll be there to support you," he affirmed, his voice brimming with enthusiasm.
With Ronnie's assurance, Vere felt a renewed sense of confidence. This unexpected turn of events not only opened doors for him but also strengthened the bond between him and Ronnie. As they concluded their conversation, Vere couldn't help but feel grateful for Ronnie's unwavering support in this pivotal venture.
After discussing their plan for the upcoming appointment, Vere wasted no time and immediately called Olivia. However, despite multiple attempts, there was no response from her end. Concern started to creep in, as this was the first time Olivia hadn't answered his calls.
Worry began to consume Vere as he couldn't shake off the memory of the unfamiliar men who had recently visited the mansion. The unease heightened, compounded by Olivia's unresponsiveness.
"Olivia, where are you? Why are you not responding?" Vere's voice echoed with concern as he made another attempt to reach her.
Silence lingered on the other end, intensifying Vere's anxiety. He couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding, his mind racing with thoughts about the recent unexpected visitors and now Olivia's sudden absence. The confluence of these unsettling events left Vere on edge, desperately seeking answers, and growing increasingly apprehensive about what might be unfolding.
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
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
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As weeks turned into months, Vere's curiosity about Mira and her family continued to gnaw at him. He had successfully acquired the company owned by Mira's parents, but there were still so many unanswered questions about her life and her marriage to the enigmatic husband he had seen at the airport. One evening, as he sat in his office, take him deeper into the mystery that surrounded Mira's world. He had reached the point where he needed concrete answers, and he knew just the person who could help him uncover the truth—a private investigator. After a thorough search, Vere hired a seasoned investigator, James, who specialized in discreet inquiries and background checks. James arrived at Vere's office, dressed in a suit that exuded an air of professionalism. "Mr. Vere," James began, "I understand that you have some specific inquiries regarding the Fuentez family, particularly Mira and her husband. Is that correct?" Vere nodded; his gaze unwavering. "Yes, James. I need to know mo