Time froze for both Rex and Chelsea as they watched Rose land on the ground with a hit.Chelsea was supposed to shoot again, and this time she was not going to miss because Rex’s attention was on his wife, crying and trying to wake her up, but she just stood there.She knew she had messed up. Peter Banks was going to have her head, and she was not going to see any future.Peter Banks was supposed to give her a new identity and a new life. He even promised her a new country of her choice and a rich man to marry.But she could see all that going down the drain. A big hit to the head came from behind her as security personnel ran to the scene and disarmed her, sending her to the ground.Rex placed his hands over the bullets, calling out for his wife as blood began coming out of her mouth.“Rose! Rose! Rose, stay with me!” he yelled, his eyes darting around for help.He could tell the bullet went straight for her heart, and things were not good as she could barely open her eyes.However,
The paramedics took Patricia away in the ambulance while Rex fixed his eyes on Peter, whose face was as grey as water-soaked chalk dust. It was the old man’s fault; he released Chelsea. He sent her to the function to kill him. He was the only one who had the power to infiltrate her into his security team. On the other hand, Peter could feel his legs numbing up; his daughter was dead. He killed his daughter; it was his fault. That was not a fact he could try to make excuses for or try to pull himself out of. He had known his family was going to be at the event, yet he risked it all. His only concentration was his target, to kill the target. To kill Rex Grayson He was led inside, ignoring Rex’s vicious eyes. He had expected the boy to be attacking him or throwing rants, but instead, he just sat there staring at him. “We finally have footage of what transpired,” the deputy announced and called Peter and other heads of the other agencies into a private room where they got to watch
“Where is my daughter?” Peter kept demanding from the hospital administrator.His daughter was supposed to be at St Luke, the other officers confirmed that's where they sent the body, but only to be told the hospital had no idea where the body was.He called his deputy, who kept ignoring his calls.Everyone he was calling had no idea where she was taken, and neither did he have an idea of Chelsea’s whereabouts.He could smell Rex all over everything. Even in his daughter’s death, the stupid boy was being petty.He called Rex’s line but could not get through.Pissed, he called his men to turn the city upside down until Rex was found.“No, no, find Chelsea first! Find that stupid bitch!” he screamed.Meanwhile, Rex and Patricia stood over Rose’s body, clad in protective clothing.Patricia could not stop the tears. She had a lot of regrets. If only she had not called her daughter back or turned to alcohol or cried over the stupid divorce. Her daughter had found a life with the man she l
Rex slowly pulled away from the hug, tears streaming down his cheeks.“Ever since that woman walked into your life, you made her your priority and then your son came, and finally you were on your road to recovery,” he added and looked down. “You were nearly there Rex, you were almost there.”Tears kept flowing.It was his father’s job to say the right thing at the moment. Rex was his son, and condemning him was not his part.They went on with the funeral procession, after which we headed to one of Rex’s mansions Rex’s father walked up to him with Sam in his hands.“The little man missed you," he said.Rex smiled and held the baby in my arms.His father cleared his throat.“You are coming with us, right?" he asked.Rex kept his gaze on the baby.“Rex, this is where the vengeance ends. That man killed his own daughter, and as a father, that would be the worst kind of karma,” he stated.Rex kept staring at the baby.His phone beeped; it was the watchers.He gave the phone one glance and
Rex headed for the NSA building and could see cars following him. He looked in the mirrors and stepped on the gas.The confession was going to reach the tribunal whether he was alive or dead.“Sir, take your next exit, we will block the cars,” the watchers assured him.Rex made a turn, and his phone rang.He looked at the caller, and it was Peter.He answered it, wanting to hear the old fool’s voice one last time.“Where is my daughter!” Peter yelled.“Cremated in a vessel,” Rex replied.Peter paused, his breath audible.“Do not worry, they placed her in two vessels, and I intend to bring one to your prison cell, plus my drug so that you get to live longer and save your sentence,” Rex replied and hung up.“You stupid fool! I will blow up! How could you cremate my daughter without me!” he yelled, but Rex had already hung up on him.He dialed the line, but it went on ringing.Frustrated, he called the men who were following Rex.They needed to abduct Rex, dead or alive.“How far! Why am
Peter Banks was placed in handcuffs and taken to the van that drove him to the private detention center. He was calm and did not show any signs of resistance or frustration. He was more interested in the person who was going to lead the investigation, considering the dirt he had on all the directors and deputies in various agencies. That was why he was untouchable; everyone was dirty and was supposed to know not to go poking in other people’s business. He was taken into a room, and in minutes, his supervisors and deputy walked in.“I will advise everyone to think or visit their lawyers before they say anything here,” he warned in an orderly tone.The door opened, and Rex walked in.“What the fuck is he doing here!” he yelled.“Rex is now part of our team and is leading this investigation,” the deputy announced, sending Peter slamming on the chair.He looked at his supervisor.“Last we checked, you are the one who recommended him, and it took him only a day to get a confession,” the
Rex sat in his office, waiting for the deliberations on his application for the Director position. The supervisors were locked for over an hour, debating while he sat in front of his laptop watching Peter run mad. It was two days in his holding cell, waiting for bail and for his lawyer who was trying to prove that Chelsea was not mentally stable and her confession was not reliable or credible in court. The man was busy tearing into Chelsea’s life and exposing her with a list of all the government officials she once slept with and all the illegal activities she was involved in. Their main goal was to tarnish Chelsea’s name so that she was deemed not credible to confess in any courtroom. Rex did not interfere, he sat back and watched from a distance as the two went on exposing their sex scandal and dirty laundry. Finally, his phone beeped. The supervisors were done. They called him and he entered the office very confident. “Congratulations Rex Grayson, you are officially the
"Cheers to the man who's going off the market!" Miguel yelled on top of his voice in excitement and ordered Rex to open another bottle of wine.Rex glanced at his watch and replied, "No more alcohol; keep your eyes on the road."Miguel ignored him, searching for the wine bottle, "Brother-in-law, today is your wedding day, and you are supposed to get drunk.""Hey, pay attention on the road!" Rex scolded him. "I think you ought to stop and let me take the wheel."Miguel scowled, "No way." His eyes were still in the car but kept darting back and forth on the road ahead, "My sister is going to kill me if I let you drive on your wedding day," he said."Be careful!" Rex yelled, but by the time Miguel turned to look back on the road, it was too late.A young boy was crossing the street, and in an attempt to avoid him, the car veered to the left and struck an old woman who was standing by the side of the road.As a result, the vehicle underwent two complete flips before coming to a stop on i