Mr. Smith's assistant entered his office, his footsteps quick and urgent. "Sir, they've arrived," he announced, a hint of apprehension coloring his voice.Mr. Smith gave a satisfied nod. "Did you give them the full treatment, as I requested?" he asked, his voice carrying the weight of his authority."Yes, sir," the assistant replied, a slight tremble in his tone. "Everything has been arranged, just as you specified."With a nod, Mr. Smith dismissed his assistant, his mind already turning to the next phase of his plan."Are you sure this is a good idea?" Mrs. Smith questioned, her voice tight with apprehension. "We're treating Jeremy and his family too well. It's bound to raise their suspicions about us."Mr. Smith gave a dismissive snort. "He's my nephew," he retorted, his voice edged with irritation. "Why shouldn't I treat him with respect?"Mrs. Smith's expression hardened. "That didn't stop you from letting your own sister die," she shot back. "What makes you think Jeremy will spar

Jeremy pondered for a few moments before responding. "Calling on Jefferson for assistance may not be the best course of action. He has a lot on his plate, and involving him in this unsettling matter doesn't seem wise." His gaze remained fixed on the anonymous letter. Avery, offered a solution. "I believe we should involve the FBI instead of Jefferson. They have specialized departments that could help us track down the sender of this anonymous letter." "Let me see if there's any useful thing about him on the internet," Jeremy, resolved to uncover more information, headed towards his laptop. Typing in his uncle's name, "Smith Wilsonville," he searched, desperately hoping for a useful detail or image to pop up on the screen. Alas, his efforts proved fruitless. The only results that surfaced bore little resemblance to his uncle, with no pictures matching the description given by his mother years ago. The search seemed to only increase the mystery surrounding Smith Wilsonville’s wherea

Jeremy stepped out of the crisp morning air and into the FBI's Thompson office. The receptionist, a stern-looking woman with a tight bun, greeted him with a nod. "Mr. Jeremy, Agent Thompson is expecting you."As Jeremy entered the agent's office, Thompson stood up from behind his desk, a hint of a smile on his face. "Mr. Jeremy, it's an honor to meet you. I've heard a lot about your... accomplishments in your country."Jeremy's expression remained neutral, but he acknowledged the agent's words with a slight nod. "Agent Thompson, thank you for seeing me. I'd appreciate it if we could get straight to the point about my uncle's case."Thompson's smile faded, replaced by a serious expression. "Of course, Mr. Jeremy. Please, have a seat."Jeremy sat down, his eyes locked on the agent.Thompson leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. "Our investigation has uncovered some... disturbing information about your uncle's past, Mr. Jeremy."Jeremy's expression didn't change, but his eyes

THE ARREST As soon as the living room door swung open, Mrs Smith, who was instantly alarmed, ran in the direction of the commotion to understand what was going on."You can't go in..." Mr Smith's guards quickly intervened to stop the man who had just entered from going any further.The air was thick with tension and Mr Smith knew he had to intervene quickly to calm the situation."What's going on here and let him in," Mr Smith ordered, his voice thick as ice, and the guards quickly gave way to the man who had rushed them."What are you doing Smith?" Mrs Smith said in disagreement, her eyes flashing with regret at the wrong decision her husband had made. He had completely ignored his wife's words and concentrated on the matter at hand.The conversation about the spy she had sent had deeply upset him and he didn't want to listen to any more nonsense she had to say."Good afternoon Mr Smith, no need for introductions as you already know me," Agent Thompson replied, his hands outstretch

UNCLE SMITH"I believe we should all calm down and get to the reason why we're here." Officer Thompson said with a sharp tone.Everyone took their seat waiting for the session to begin. The FBI set up their cameras, waiting for Jeremy's uncle to reveal what he knew about Jeremy's mother's death."I'm very sorry Jeremy, I know you won't believe anything I say but I'll say it anyway," Uncle smith said, remorse evident in his voice."There's no need to apologize now. All I want to know is how you're connected to my mother's death. What role did you play and what secret do you need to share,"Jeremy asked,disdain in his voice.Agent Thompson looked at the two grown men, wondering why they couldn't speak civilly to each other.Mr Smith bowed his head and as he raised it, droplets of tears were visible on his face."I'm really sorry Jeremy. I wasn't there for my sister. I couldn't do anything nor could I fight, but I will start from the very beginning when your mother became ill,"Uncle Smi