Benjamin looked at them and said, "I hope you all know the Winslow family well?"Everyone nodded. The Winslow family name was well-known in Denmark. While many had not seen the family members, they had certainly heard of the name.Benjamin nodded and continued, "Most of you know the story of Mr. and Mrs. Winslow who died 15 years ago, right?"One of the team members spoke up, "Yes, we heard the story. Mr. Daniel Winslow and his wife, Rihanna Winslow, the main heads of the Winslow family.”Benjamin nodded. "Good. Their daughter, the main mistress of the family, is my girlfriend, and I want to investigate her parents' death."There was a collective gasp. The entire room fell silent. Benjamin was really connected to the Winslow family? That was shocking. Secondly, how could they investigate a death that happened 15 years ago? It seemed impossible.Benjamin seemed to understand their doubts, so he shook his head and clarified, "I'm doing this on my own, not for the Winslow family. I don't

"I heard even powerful governments tremble at the mention of her name. The only woman who sued an entire country's government and won. Rumor has it she was a best friend to the late Queen of England, Queen Elizabeth II." "And in 2018," Cipherella added, "for an airport just saying they'd delay her flight by 3 minutes, she bought the airport instantly." Everyone there gulped, as if wanting to hear more. Even Rahshasha himself was stunned. Although he was in Denmark and under Evelyn, he himself didn't know of this story. “Continue.” He said Cipherella continued, her excitement evident. "There's more about President Evelyn Hayes. She's not just a business mogul; she's a force of nature. They say she controls more than half of the world's diamond trade through her secret investments. It's rumored that she owns private islands and entire cities in different parts of the world. "Her philanthropy is equally legendary. She's funded hospitals, schools, and universities globally. There's a

Benjamin smiled lightly, about to reply when his phone started ringing. He took it out and pressed the answer button."Master, the man from graphics said the newspapers have been gotten, but there are a lot. Do you need only one? And how do we get them?" the voice of Rakshasha came through the phone.Benjamin shook his head. "We need all the papers. Send some people to go collect them. After getting them, look inside and search well for the one with the truck visible in its pictures.”"Okay, sure, master. He also said you promised $5000," Rakshasha added."I'll send it to you after this call," Benjamin replied.He ended the call and looked back at Helena, who was still visibly shaken.Benjamin put his phone away and looked at Helena, his expression turning serious. "Is there any problem, Inspector Anderson?"Helena's hands trembled slightly as she pointed towards the door. "Please, leave. Just leave my house. I don't want to talk about this," she said, her voice edged with fear."Plea

Her voice trembled as she continued, "After I was removed from the force, I tried to stay under the radar, to protect what was left of my family. I lost everything—my job, my reputation, and most of all, my daughter. They made it clear that if I ever spoke about it or tried to seek justice, more people would die."Helena looked at Benjamin with a mixture of anger and sorrow. "That's why I gave up. I had no choice. They were too powerful, and I was just one person against a monstrous force.”Benjamin listened intently, his expression hardening with resolve. "Helena, I promise you, those responsible will pay for what they've done. I won't let your daughter's death be in vain. We'll uncover the truth together, no matter what it takes.”Benjamin looked at Helena with concern. "Do you have any family left?" he asked gently.Helena nodded. "I have two sons. They’re in the States, working there. They send me money for my upkeep."

Raymond instantly pulled out his phone and made a call. After a few rings, the call connected."Hey, I'll need y'all help," Raymond said angrily."What is it, Raymond? Speak," came the reply. It sounded like a conference call, several voices chiming in."You know Cordelia, right?" Raymond asked, his voice seething with rage."Yeah, your hot chick, to-be wife," one of them replied."To-be wife, my ass," Raymond spat. "Look, I want to kidnap her, torture her, have fun with her, and do anything. You understand?""What happened, man? What's wrong?" another voice asked, sounding concerned."She's a bloody cheat," Raymond growled. "I just need your help, that is all. Will you all help?""Of course, we're down for you, boss. You feed us, so we are," one of them affirmed.Raymond nodded, his anger not abating. "Alright, if anything, I'll inform you.”He