"What secret?" the voice on the other end demanded, the curiosity evident in her tone. Nimah glanced around once more, ensuring that no one was within earshot. "Okay... Listen. I messaged when India was going to tell the family that I'm pregnant - I was very scared and I wasn't thinking straight. I just needed an advice from you, maybe to stop it. To be for real, I don't know what I was doing then," she confessed, her words barely audible. The gasp that followed was almost deafening. "Oh no! She did it? I am so sorry I wasn't there for you," the voice asked, the shock palpable. Nimah chuckled, a wry smile playing on her lips. "Well, you don't have to be sorry, because she didn't," she replied, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Fortunately for me, she got a call that distracted her. Well l, that doesn't mean she won't do it again but at least, it buys me enough time to make another plan." A sigh of relief echoed through the phone. "That's good news," the voi

"You don't have to speak," Xavier said to Alex, his tone reassuring. "Just nod if you're in pain. Can you remember who did this to you" Alexander's gaze shifted to Xavier, and after a moment's hesitation, he gave a slow, deliberate nod. India, who had been standing at Alexander's side, reached out and grasped his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Father, isn't that enough questions for now? Don't you think those questions are a bit too much?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of reproach. "He needs to rest." Xavier chuckled softly, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. "I'm just concerned for my nephew, that's all, if he does remember, that could help us get to the bottom of this asap," he said, his lips curving into a small smile. He turned his attention back to Alexander. "Is there anything you need from me?" Alexander shook his head, his eyes conveying a silent message of gratitude. Satisfied, Xavier made his way to the small sofa in the co

Nicholas took the tablet, his brow furrowed in concentration as he watched the video that played on the screen. A female news anchor, her expression grave, was the one speaking; "There has been rumours that has been flying around lately about the CEO of the Royal group - According to what we heard, allegedly, some say that he's down with a terrible sickness, some claimed that he is afraid that some of his competitors might want to kill him and he's been hiding. So many theories if you asked me," the lady chuckled as she continued. "Some people say he was involved in an accident and lost his leg, while the most persistent rumor was that he had been shot by his own employees and had fled the country to seek medical treatment so no one would find out. We shall wait for the Royal group authorities to release a statement on why no one has seen their chairman lately...." Nicholas couldn't bring himself to finish watching the video. With a sharp intake of breath, he handed t

The mention of Wraith's name caused a flicker of emotion to pass across Nicholas's features, but it was quickly masked. Nicholas turned to were Ryan was standing, "Is that true?" "No! Wraith has been in police custody since the incident. There's no way he could have spoken to the press," Ryan interjected, a frown marring his brow. Corer's eyes narrowed, and she turned her gaze to Ryan. "Perhaps the police informed the press, then." Ryan chuckled, "This is highly confidential information – And the police wouldn't dare to release such information to the press without our permission." "Well, who knows? Maybe you are even the one who leaked it to the press and try to pin it on someone because you know Mr Loughty trusts. Right?" Corer was fuming as she spoke, but her tone was stable and low. Ryan's expression darkened, and he took a step forward, his body tense with anger. "How dare you!?" he growled. Before the situation could escalate, Nicholas raised a hand,

Ryan dipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a sealed envelope, handing it to Nicholas. Nicholas took the envelope, his brow furrowed in concentration as he examined the contents. As he finished reading, he looked up at Ryan, his expression unreadable. "Where exactly did you find this?" he asked, his voice calm and measured. "It was in a safe lock in Imran's room," Ryan replied, his tone resolute. The room erupted in a collective gasp, as all eyes turned to Imran, who had begun to tremble visibly. Nicholas leaned forward, his gaze piercing as he addressed the maid. "So, Imran, it seems you are the one working for the RMI, can you explain this letter to me? I don't really catch it," he said, his voice devoid of any emotion. Imran shook his head, his eyes glistening with tears. "No, no, you don't understand," he stammered, his voice quivering. "I never sent that letter to the RMI. It was just in the safe, I swear! I told them I can't do it. I didn't want