“Don’t tell me you believe him?” Joe leaned forward. He had had enough of Timothy’s lies and couldn’t bear to listen. Lady Penelope turned to look at Joe. “I’m sorry, but he won me over with his story.” At the sound of her words, Timothy smirked, and Joe shook his head continuously. “He’s lying,” Joe said with a bold tone. “Hannah and I are not an item neither are we counting the days to our anniversary.” “He’s only saying this because he’s shy, Mom,” Timothy said, and Joe rolled his eyes. “You don’t ever give up.” He said with a feral tone. “This isn’t about giving up. I’m just saying what I believe it’s true and know it’s true,” Timothy said, lifting his hands in defense. “And besides, I know you are going to admit that I’m right sooner or later.” “In your dreams,” Joe said, and Timothy was about to respond when Lady Penelope stood on their feet. “It’s time for me to head back to the estate for my afternoon nap.” She said with a voice that sounded like she was looking forw
Joe sat back in his bed, the letter from his father still clutched in his hand. He couldn’t believe what he just read and just had to read it again. "P.S. If ever my son is found, let him know there’s a letter addressed to him in my study, in the safe. The password to the safe is 9220. Please let him know about this. It’s very important." The words echoed in Joe’s mind, and a shiver ran down his spine. What could be so important? What was his father hiding or preparing for him? The questions multiplied in his head. He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to find that letter. Without a second thought, Joe grabbed the letter and rushed out of his room. His steps quickened as he made his way down the corridor toward his father’s study. He had been in that room a hundred times before, but tonight, it felt different—charged with an energy he couldn’t explain. When Joe reached the study door, he pushed it open and scanned the room. His father’s desk sat in the middle of the room,
Joe shifted on the wooden bench in the park, his fingers brushing over the piece of paper his father had left behind. The sunlight filtered through the trees, flashing against Hannah, who sat cross-legged beside him. “So, what did you find in the safe?” Hannah asked, looking at him. Joe had been telling her about the letter Lady Penelope handed to him and how it led him to the safe. “Joe,” Hannah called out my name, and Joe peered at her. “I found a letter that said, if you’re reading this, it means I’m gone, and then some code attached to the bottom,” Joe said, breaking the silence. He moved the crumpled sheet in his hands after he said those words. “Let me see,” Hannah said, reaching for it. She unfolded the paper carefully and studied it. Joe leaned back, rubbing his temples. “I think my father wanted me to figure out something… but I don’t even know where to start.” Hannah’s brow furrowed as she examined the lines and symbols on the paper. “Then figure it out,” she sai
The figure that caught his eye moved closer, and at first, Joe thought of leaving before the person approached him, but something within him made him standstill. “You lost?” The man said in a bold voice. The man stopped moving forward. He stood a few feet away, his face partially hidden by a worn cap pulled low over his eyes. His posture was relaxed, but his voice had an edge that put Joe on alert. Joe forced a casual smile, trying to keep his nerves hidden. “Not really. Just… looking around. A friend told me about this place.” The man cocked his head, his expression skeptical. “A friend, huh? Did they also forget to tell you Sixth Square doesn’t come alive until midnight?” Joe blinked. “No, they didn’t mention that.” The man’s lips curled into a smirk. “Figures. Well, you’re wasting your time here now. Go home, and if you’re serious about being here, come back later.” Joe hesitated for a moment but nodded. “Alright. Thanks for the heads-up.” The man’s gaze lingered on Joe
“You know, I figured it would be quite easy for you to know the reason why I would be here,” Victor said. Joe's chest increased as he felt his frustration piling up. Victor hadn’t answered his question yet. Joe felt like he would lose his mind, if victor tried to avoid his question or ask him another question. Surprisingly, Victor didn’t say a word. He just stared blankly at Joe. "Answer my question, Victor. “ Joe said out of impatience. “Why are you here? And what’s really going on in this place?" Victor crossed his arms and leaned casually against a nearby wall, a smug grin spreading across his face. "Fine, fine, I will talk, but I enjoyed messing with you, though.” Joe shot him a glare, and Victor moved his head forward. “Okay, Why am I here? Easy. I sell drugs to rich people." Joe blinked, his brow furrowing. "This looks like more than a drug dealing sight.” Victor’s grin widened. "And you’re right, my dear friend. This is where the elite come to play. Not just rich peopl
Joe kept running despite knowing that his chances of escape were slim. But then, a twist of fate happened. The door burst open; and a group of men rushed him, giving Joe the chance to put a few distance between him and the men. When he got outside, he rushed to his car. He was about to step inside when he heard footsteps. Immediately, Joe crouched behind his car, his breath shallow and his body tense. The faint glow of the overhead lights cast long shadows across the cracked asphalt the sound of approaching footsteps was getting closer, and this made his heart pound in his chest. “Check over there,” a gruff voice barked from somewhere close by. Another voice chimed in, “You take that corner. I’ll check this side.” Joe pressed himself tighter against the side of his car, every nerve on edge. He could hear the men moving methodically, their boots crunching on the gravel, searching for any sign of him. “Anything?” one of them called out. “Nothing,” came the reply. “He mu
Joe followed John closely behind, his curiosity growing at each step he took. “Can you at least tell me what’s going on?” Joe said in a low voice.“You are going to see it soon.” That was the only word John said. He remained quiet as they climbed the grand staircase and walked down a hallway that Joe rarely ventured into. At the end of the corridor, John pushed open a door, revealing a small, state-of-the-art security room filled with monitors, control panels, and blinking lights.Joe stepped inside and looked around, amazed. “I never knew this part of the house existed,” he said, taking in the sleek setup. John smirked. “Not surprised. You don’t strike me as someone who likes to explore.”“You’re right,” Joe admitted, running his hand along one of the counters. “I haven’t even visited most of the estate.”John gestured to one of the screens. “Well, this is where the magic happens. Come here.”Joe moved closer as John clicked a few buttons, pulling up a series of surveillance feeds
Joe stood still, watching as the figure moved further away, during that moment, John brushed pasted him. “Come on, buddy, you can’t give up now!” John said. “I just need a minute to catch my breath,” Joe said. He relaxed for what felt like minutes. Then he scrambled to his feet, trailing behind John and the security guards. The figure sprinted toward the main road, weaving between parked cars and pedestrians who yelled in surprise. John appeared from the other side, cutting off the man’s path. "End of the line!" John yelled, his voice echoing through the street. The figure hesitated, glancing around for an escape route. His chest heaved as he weighed his options. Then, in a last-ditch effort, he turned and dashed toward an empty lot on the edge of the road. "After him!" Joe yelled, and the chase resumed. They pursued the figure into the lot. The man stumbled slightly but kept moving. Suddenly, a loud whistle pierced the air. One of the security guards, who had circled around