The journey to the Wayne's was a long one, after about 2 hours, finally, they were at the gate of the mansion.The mansion stood as a testament to the opulent nature of Lord Wayne.The mansion gate was made of reinforced titanium and presented itself as a powerful barrier against intruders.To Alex Waynee's surprise, he didn't find any security at the gate. 'For a mansion such as this, one would expect to see an army guarding the gate' His thoughts went on a rampage."Eric! Why aren't we going inside?" His voice slightly above Whispers as he gazed at Eric."It's security protocol…although I could bypass it…you too could bypass it…since you are a Wayne…quick let's test it out." He said chuckling.Stepping out from the Lamborghini Aventador, he motions to Alex Wayne to cross over to the other side.They were now standing before a biometric fingerprint and optics scanner."Go on, try it" His voice is persuasive.Walking over to the optics scanner, the automated robotic voice goes: WELCO
The door of the elevator opens, revealing a state-of-the-art hospital, hidden 74 feet beneath the ground.Alex Waynee couldn't believe his eyes as he gazed with his mouth agape."What is this place?" His voice was slightly above Whispers and laced with bewilderment."This my friend is the Casa per ricchi." Eric Raymond's voice is a bit vehement. His eyes glinted in happiness."Uh…" Alex Waynee's gaze askance at Eric."Oh…it's Home for the wealthy, in Italian." He clarifies Alex Waynee."Lord Wayne loved Italy a lot, he spent his vacations in Turin and Verona, two of the most popular cities in Italy." His face was etched with a warm smile, causing Alex Waynee to smile gleefully.The underground facility was one of a kind. The hospital was sophisticated and awe-inspiring, a marvel of cutting-edge technology seamlessly integrated with the serenity of Italian architectural design.The walls were adorned with intricate murals depicting Italian history and culture, creating an ambience tha
"Doctor! How is he doing?" Alex Waynee's voice is laced with trepidation, his gaze askance at the female doctor."Well…He really sustained a lot of injuries, he is in Coma." Her face was etched with a mixture of trepidation and concern.Pacing around the office with his hand tugging his hair, he sits down on the sofa next to the mahogany wooden desk.Staring at the ceiling, he shakes his head and pulls out his phone to call Eric Raymond."Eric! How the hell could this even happen right in the mansion?" His voice reeked with anger."Sire! We are currently performing a security sweep…I'm as confused as you are right now." The background was noisy, as police sirens and armed forces troop into the mansion.Cutting the call, he locked eyes with Dr. Maureen. His heart was throbbing fast, he tried his best to contain his tears but he just couldn't as tears wells down his face uncontrollably.His heart was ripped into two by what he saw.The young boy of about 14 years was lying down in his p
The search for the guard was like navigating a labyrinthine puzzle, each twist and turn akin to unravelling a cryptic enigma.It felt as elusive as chasing a spectre through the veils of fog, every step echoing with the tension of an unseen spectre lurking in the shadows, the suspense building with each heartbeat, akin to pursuing a ghost through a hauntingly intricate maze.The security team and the guards ransacked every part of the mansion, searching for the mysterious guard, but all to efforts proved futile."Any sign of him around." Alex Waynee asks Captain Paul Lex, who was just coming out of a room, His face was laced with gloom."No Sire! Finding this guard would be like finding a needle in a realm of Whispers, it's as though he vanished into the very fabric of air itself." His voice laced a bit hoarse."Or, He stabbed Michael Belmar, rigged the alarm systems not to go off and went out through the fence." Alex Waynee's voice slightly above Whispers, he made faces at the guard,
"I don't understand what happened back at the mansion." Alex Waynee's voice was hoarse, as he gazed out the window of the Aston Martin.Silence enveloped the car for about 30 seconds before Eric Raymond replied."Lord Wayne, I assure you that the men behind all this shenanigan will be brought to justice in this life, and not in the next one." His face was etched with a mixture of reassurance and sadness for the young boy Michael Belmar."My greatest concern is for the well-being of Michael….I need him alive." His voice was laced with authority.The intonation of his voice caused Eric Raymond to gaze at his face in askance."The boy will be fine…I hope so." His hands were wobbly as he continued driving at an unprecedented speed."What's that smell?" His voice was laced with concern as he twitched his nose and stared around the car in bewilderment.The car was gradually getting filled with smoke, blurring the vision of both Alex Waynee and Eric Raymond."What the hell!" Eric Raymond's
Mrs Mary's voice was barely above Whispers as she also gazed at Alex Waynee who still had this weird and annoying smile."Hey! Loser, why are you even smiling…keep those poor dentitions of yours away from this table." "I don't want you contaminating my food." She said as she stared at Sandra who was almost at the door.Staring at his wristwatch, Alex Waynee could only wonder why Eric Raymond hadn't restored light to the building.Peering through the peephole, she saw a man, gazing back at her family, she shuddered a bit."Who is there?" Her voice was laced with trepidation as she held the door handle, her hands wobbly."It's the postman…I have an urgent delivery." His voice is Vehement."Did any of you order anything?" Sandra's voice is slightly above Whispers, she tried to avoid the stranger hearing her."No! We didn't." Mr Robert and his wife answered simultaneously."What of you, Alex?" Her gaze askance at Alex Waynee."Does he have any money to buy flip-flops?" Mrs Mary's voice w
Gazing at his terrified face, Alex Waynee couldn't help but wonder what was the issue."Don't tell me Michael Belmar is…dead." His voice was cold and void of any emotions as he glared into the face of Eric Raymond, who was rather focused on the dashboard of the Limousine.Gazing at Alex Waynee's face, he managed to wear a little smile."Michael Belmar is doing great.""The Doctor said he could be discharged any moment." His voice barely above Whispers, his words infused life back to Alex Waynee's spirit.The last thing he needed was bad news, and especially not about Michael Belmar."Oh thank God." Alex Waynee's voice was barely above Whispers.He held his heart and breathed in slowly, reassurance and joy etched on his face as he looked out the windshield."Why are we parked here, in this alley, why don't we just go buy some hotel just for fun." Alex Waynee said, punching Eric Raymond in the shoulder who didn't respond in any way. His face was as hard as a flint as he gazed out into
"What about her…is she in any kind of danger?" Alex Waynee's voice was faced with fear.Beads of sweat build down his face, as he stares intently into Eric Raymond's face."She isn't in any trouble, Young master.""I know this might sound obnoxious or stupid…but I think Sandra Douglas is our culprit." His voice barely above Whispers, as he stares around making sure no one is hearing their conversation.As Alex Waynee was about to talk, he paused for a waiter to get past them before he continued.Staring at Eric's stern face, he was as confused as the tangled web of suspicion and uncertainties that surrounded them.The dimly lit restaurant provided a cloak of Shadows, intensifying the gravity of their clandestine discussion."Are you sure about this, Eric?" Alex Waynee questioned, his eyebrows furrowed in skeptism."Our Intel has never been wrong, We have been monitoring her for some time now." Eric Raymond's voice barely Whispers."Wait you have been monitoring my fiancé? Behind my ba