At the police station, Asher stepped out of the car and majestically walked towards the entrance where he found Vandy and Mia. He had instructed Mark not to show up at the police station, knowing Mia and Jackson’s family would be there, and he wouldn’t want his identity to be revealed.As he approached them, Vandy began to report everything he had been told. “Mr. Mancini, Eric and the two men have confessed, and their testimonies involved Edward George being the main plotter, apart from that, we also have evidence proving that he orchestrated your accident and the attempt to poison Olivia just for some selfish reasons.”Vandy added “But there is something else that you need to know, according to Eric and the other guys’ statements. Edward is not working alone, he has someone with an upper power giving him instructions. Mr. Mancini, I have my men on every corner of the streets looking for Edward. I believe we are going to find him.”Asher knew Vandy had men around Kingswood, and as lo

“Asher or whatever you are called we need to talk?” Henry voiced out. “What are we talking about?” Asher asked, looking at the two figures standing before him. Henry cast a cold glance over Asher, his expression was icy. “Why would you accuse Jackson of trying to poison Olivia when he didn’t? Is that what you do now? Going about trying to frame someone because you don’t like them.” “What are you talking about?” Mia asked, looking at the faces before her with confusion. Who told them Asher tried to frame Jackson when that was what he did? Emily glared at Mia, a strange expression formed on her face. “Stay away from this,” she snapped. “We aren’t talking to you.” She turned to Asher with her voice laced with burning anger, “How could you, Asher! Is this what you do now? Are you trying to get revenge because I divorced you? You shouldn’t have gone this far, what do you want Asher?” Asher could only chuckle, “I don’t understand what you’re talking about! Why would you think I fram

Whispers echoed around the room. Asher could only stare wondering if what she said was true about contacting Sandra to have Emily fired. Mrs. Deborah could only plead, she wouldn't want to join her kids in prison. Who then would fight for their bail, if she has been locked up like her daughter, how would they survive? This was more than she could bear. She blamed herself for everything that had happened today to her family. At the same time, she hoped she wouldn't get the same punishment as her daughter.“Lock her up for a month,”Mrs. Deborah gasped in shock, and her body trembled profusely. She had gotten herself into bigger trouble. How would she show her face to the public after the humiliation?What would happen to her inside the police cell?How would she cope with those criminals for a month?She crawled toward Catherine, “Please, my daughter. Don't do this to me. I am an old woman, thinking about my age and confidence. I might die before I even leave the station.”“That's

Maurice couldn’t help but let out a mocking smirk. He was ready to embarrass Asher and Isabella; he couldn’t wait for the next day. He wanted to show off his sudden wealth after being promoted to manager. Maurice now earned thousands of dollars, and he felt it was time to show Isabella that she was wrong to have rejected him.“Alright then, I will be waiting for you.” He smiled, grabbing Louisa’s hand as they walked away. Isabella heaved a deep sigh when she noticed they had left, but deeply she wasn’t happy. Her face turned crimson.“Why did you agree to that? You shouldn’t have allowed him to push you into agreeing to his plans.” She said with a hint of anger and displeasure in her voice.Asher shook his head and smiled, “You heard what he said, he is inviting us to his engagement party, and as his friends, we should attend. I am also trying to make him see that you didn’t regret rejecting him.”Isabella looked at him, she knew what he meant. She didn’t regret her decision back t

Isabella leaned in. “Asher,” she whispered, “did you tell Maurice you didn’t like the wine? Did you want something else?”He nodded, knowing this was part of Maurice’s plan and he was going to play his game with him.“Can he even afford a meal here? Does he think this is some local restaurant where you can walk in and order some cheap stuff?” Clare said her voice was laced with irritation and venom.Isabella glanced back at Maurice, who was now watching them, a flicker of something dark and calculating flashing in his eyes before he looked away.Seeing Asher remain silent, Maurice’s friends seized the moment to chuckle among themselves, their laughter low but laced with mockery. To them, his silence was weakness. They exchanged smug glances, already writing him off as a man who couldn’t afford the wine, just another pretender playing in a world too expensive for him.Asher noticed. Every smirk. Every raised brow. Every whisper.But instead of reacting, he simply smiled a slow, calm sm