The estate had several houses in it. So Lucas and Henry, led them to one of the houses. Lucas rang the doorbell.This had already sparked interest in the viewers, wight thousands of viewers and comments.Seeing that they were taking too long to respond, Henry rang the bell again and shouted. “Open up. We're government officials, we came for an investigation!”At this moment the tension was high, everyone curious to see the so called ‘mistress’ of Norman. Bethany bit her lips, hoping for a negative result.Meanwhile Henry kept on ranting. “Just you wait, you'll see what I'm talking about. Norman is a criminal, and today his little lies will be exposed.”Lucas also brimmed with excitement.People watching the broadcast were flooding in with comments, everyone was curious to know the truth.“What's she gonna look like?”“She's the mistress of the acting Mayor, I'm sure she's going to be stunning!”“LMFAO, can't believe Mr. Norman is a criminal.”Meanwhile Bethany and Harris stared at eac

Their cries grew louder, and then one of the women, overcome with despair, stepped onto the front steps and raised her voice in a dramatic plea. “If this is what we are worth to you, then I don’t deserve to live!” She moved to the edge of the steps, her intent clear.Gasps filled the air as the crowd froze. Lucas went pale, panic flashing across his face. He darted toward her, his voice trembling. “Stop! Don’t do this! There’s no need for such measures!” The officials intervened quickly, pulling the woman back and calming her. Lucas, visibly shaken, turned to Henry, his voice low but urgent. “Fix this. Now. If this escalates further, we’re finished.” He knew if anything bad happened here, he's reputation as the Mayor would be destroyed, he might even be locked up.Henry, cornered and realizing there was no way out, bowed his head slightly. When he spoke again, his voice was softer, more genuine. “I’m sorry. Truly sorry. For everything we’ve done today. It was wrong.”The widows quiet

At Lucas's office Lucas leaned back in his leather chair, his hands massaging the temple of his head. After going through the annual cost Norman spends to provide for the families of fallen heroes, he still had doubts if these were legit. The expenses were so high, Henry and Lana was also present in the office, both as shocked as Lucas. “This… This is insane,” Henry finally spat, gesturing at the screen. “We’re expected to pay how much to these families every year?” Lucas leaned forward, clasping his hands. “Seventy-point-eight million. That’s what Norman had allocated annually. Seventy. Point. Eight. Million. For widows and orphans.” His voice dripped with contempt as he emphasized each word. It was unbelievable. “Ridiculous,” Lana chimed in, leaning forward with a cold smile. “Why should their sob stories drain our city’s coffers? Their husbands and fathers chose the line of duty. They knew the risks.” Henry turned, his anger palpable. “They act like the city owes them for etern

Henry was seated in his suite now covered by the lingering smoke that he puffed out of his mouth, and nostrils. His leg was crossed over the other, and he leaned back, ignoring the chain of women trying to get his attention. He has a more serious situation at hand. “Fuck! How haven't I been able to bring that fool down yet!” he cursed, asking himself a question even he couldn't answer. Henry's face was arched in a frown, his eyes squinted, and the cigarette he held dangled in his hands. His mind was restless. “How can I take down that brat!” He continued to ask himself questions he wasn't sure he could answer. Well, at least not yet. He still needed to get some valuable information. As he thought about that, his phone buzzed in his pocket, and the moment he pushed his hands in, pulling it out, he found the call he had been waiting for. Henry pushed himself up, and excused himself from the room, taking the call almost immediately. “Hello boss,” the information greeted, but Henry

Bethany’s face immediately squeezed into a frown. Her brows kneaded, and her jaw clenched. “And what's the meaning of this rubbish you're saying to me, what!” Henry, not wanting to back down, frowned as well. He was at first calm, but it seemed like Bethany's reaction provoked something inside of him, something he couldn't seem to shake off. “Listen I know you might not believe me, and that's why I came with proof. My source of information is never wrong, and the sooner you start to understand this, the better for you. You aren't getting the picture here.” He was still trying to explain, and then pulled out a document from underneath the desk. Bethany had creased lines on her forehead, wondering what he was up to, but Henry was damn serious. “You don't seem to be understanding what's going on. You doubt my words, here's proof.” He pushed the documents that were in the file towards Bethany who took at one glance at the file, and pushed it back. “You seem to be obsessed with this, b