Daniel kept staring at the photo, trying to figure out who the man resembled, but the faces eluded him. He was certain the ugly face looked familiar. A knock on the door jolted him out of his reverie.

It was the doctor; they exchanged pleasantries before getting right to business. Carol needed to be taken in for surgery. The longer they waited, the worse she would become.

"Doctor, I understand. I'll prepare the remaining funds," he assured.

"Please hurry, because if you do not make payments, we will be unable to continue treating her," the doctor explained.

"I understand, just give me an hour."

The doctor nodded as Daniel bolted from the room, carrying the house contract with him. He had thought about the cards in his hands the entire night. So far, the enemies believed they were the ones pulling the strings.

He planned to change that, and it was time for the Lanes to start playing their cards. He was going to sell the house to the enemies, and use the money to pay for his aunt's surg