The receptionist was scared she stared at the men standing before her with. “Is there anything we can help you with?” Kelvin Wang eyes darkened and his gaze locked on her, “where is the manager?” He asked again not ready for any argument. She took the phone and murmurs into it, then turned to face Kelvin and his men. “The manager will be out in a minute.” She replied politely. Kelvin turned away from her, his gaze scanning around the lobby. The onlooker stared at him wondering what was going on. But to his men they knew better. He was analysing every corner and taking details. He didn't see the place as a hotel anymore but a crime scene. A minute later, Elliot Gideon stepped out. His kept a worrisome and crimson outlook when he gaze met with Kelvin Wang and the guards, the incident of jack had made him reckless, knowing he would be blamed for everything that happened. “Good evening, Mr. Kelvin Wang.” he said with his head tilted and his voice low but smooth. Kelvin nodded w

She pretended she was there to see someone, then followed Kelvin without his knowledge. She watched him amble inside. Through the transparent glass, she could see someone inside, he lay on the bed with a lay seated beside him. “Could that be jack? What happened to him? Why is he here? Was he in an accident?” She asked herself in confusion. Anna was beginning to suspect that Jack has been involved in some mafia business or maybe he has joined some gang, because for some months he has been acting strange, and she noticed he has been looking different unlike him. Wearing different clothe, his phone and his behaviour everything about him has changed. But why would he not change when he is now the son of a billionaire, I guess there is a lot she doesn't know about Jack. Anna hid behind the wall watching everything that was going on inside. She finally saw the face of the person on the bed and without been told it her him. Meanwhile, inside the hospital room. Jack, lay on the bed. Li

Vivian frowned her face, all she needed was an explanation and not someone who would lie to her. “Stop acting like you don’t know what I am talking about. Did you do it?” She demanded, her voice smooth but firm. “I still don’t know what you are talking about, Darling. Make me understand,” Mr. nelson said, looking at his daughter. “Did you send someone to poison Jack? Why?” her mind was boiling in inner rage and fury. “Where did you hear that from? Who told you, why would I do that.” Mr. Nelson said shaking his head. “Stop lying, Dad. I heard you clearly. It was you who paid the waitress and even killed her. Why would you do that? You want to kill your friend’s son.” Mr Nelson’s expression darkened, and he gritted his teeth. “Is that what you go about doing now, sneaking into people’s rooms to eavesdrop on their conversations.” He said without remorse. “Are you for real, Dad? Why would I do that.” She tried to explain but he interjected her. ‘I thought you were smart, bu