Back in the prison, Richard lay in his cell, deep in thought, his mind racing; it had been a while now since the corruption had been exposed since he outsmarted his enemies and now he was waiting patiently for their next move, it was seeming like a game of chess,Vivienne entered the room, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee preceding her. She carried two steaming mugs, her eyes assessing Richard as she approached, she placed one mug in front of him, the ceramic clinking softly against the polished wood of the table. Sliding into the chair opposite him, she observed his weary posture,"You look like you could use this," she remarked, with her voice gentle. Richard blinked as if he was just surfacing from deep musing, he rubbed his forehead, a sigh escaping his lips,Sitting up, Richard wrapped his hands around the mug, the heat seeping into his skin,"Thanks," he mumbled, his gaze fixed on the dark liquid within, although he made no move to drink it. Vivienne leaned forward, her expre

Cassandra's heart pounded against her ribs as she stood outside City Hall, the flash drive weighing more than a ton in her hand, She wasn't sure of what the drive had been configured to do. What if after inserting, all the works they had laboured over disappeared forever, unable to trace it? What if all of Richard's crimes were deleted in the process? She mused, Justice would never come to Dalton City. However, her father would survive. She took a deep breath closed her eyes, and began to make her way to the door. She had to do what she had to do, she concluded internally. As soon as she got in, Cassandra paced around the room, her face darkening as she walked, while she tried thinking of how she could escape the web she found herself, No matter how hard she thought, she couldn't think of anything, sweat covered her face as she realized she was in a fix. ‘What the heck was happening? What was she going to do? How was she going to get out of this mess?’ she mused internally,

Silence hung in the air for a while, as she awaited Richard's response. Gazing subtly at her, he sighed as he said,"Wait, a minute, I'll make a call," Richard finally said, pulling out his phone as he dialled a number,"Hey, May- Richard," A feminine voice came from the other end of the phone immediately after the call was answered."Vivienne, I need you to do some things for me?" Richard replied, going straight to the point, he was not willing to waste his time on the formalities, time was of the essence and there wasn't time for frivolities,"Huh?" Vivienne at the other end froze hearing Richard's words and for a moment, she couldn't help but smile bitterly. Seemed like she had been thinking too much. She had let her thoughts run too wild."I messaged you to send some security men to guard Cassandra's father, Harold at the hospital," Richard instructed, his voice sounding rather firm.At the other end, Vivienne's brows furrowed but she said nothing to question his request,"Alrig

At the Mayoral office, a voice called out, rushing into Andrew's office,“Sir, we have found something, come and take a look, sir," "Show me" Andrew nodded and immediately left what he was doing to see what they were talking about,"Sir, we found this phone number attached to the bank when we were doing our investigations." One of the men who was at the place looked over to Andrew and informed him."Let me see, what's the details?" Andrew immediately walked over, asking a series of questions.They had been making their investigation, but they were yet to reach any meaningful height and this has bothered Andrew.He has been looking for a way to make sure they got their hands on what was needed, though they had some clues and evidence, it was not enough, thus they needed more.But hearing what his subordinate said, his eyes flashed with surprise and he wanted to take a look quickly,If that was the case, they then could immediately transfer it to the legal department and deal with it

"Aiden, we should leave, they could break in soon?" Clinton's expression darkened seeing that Aiden was still typing away on the computer,"We have to leave, we don't have much time!" Clinton continued, backing away towards the back door,They had already prepared for an emergency and they were supposed to escape, but Aiden was being obstinate. From the looks of it, he didn't want to leave."Just wait, Clinton, I need just a little more time," Aiden replied, not turning around to look at Clinton who was already back towards the door.Greed flashed in his eyes as he typed on the System. He was confident his men would be able to hold back whoever was trying to break in,All he needed was just a few more minutes and then he would be able to escape.Clinton, on the other hand, didn't think this way. He was already at the door, ready to run out if anything went South.He was not interested in playing with his life, just like Aiden was doing; though he was also greedy, he was not greedy to