"What's that, Drey?" Ryan asked, rushing to his side. "Finally! I've sold that worthless land," Drey muttered, grinning. "Wait. Don't tell me you mean the land downtown," Ryan said, mouth wide open. "I thought you said you were going to use that for the company's benefit." "That land is dead. I don't need it. At least I don't have to see those poor folks anymore," Drey replied, stroking his chin. "So who was the buyer?" Ryan asked slowly. "I don't know. His assistant said he requested to remain anonymous," Drey answered, leaning on his car. "Don't you think that's weird? An anonymous buyer pops up out of nowhere and you sold it!" Ryan snapped. "I'm only interested in money, Ryan. And before you forget, I'm still your boss. I don't take orders from anyone!" Drey shot back. Ryan's breathing slowed; he stepped back, not wanting to anger Drey. "I really hope you don't regret this later." Drey's head snapped toward him. "Regret? I don't regret things. I make people who can't mind

Ryan looked at Drey, surprised. "That's Louisa. She works at Silvercrest and is really close to Allen so take your eyes off," Ryan warned. "You can't tell me what to do, Ryan. I haven't seen such beauty in a long time," Drey muttered, his eyes locked on Louisa. "Take your eyes off Louisa. Go for Olivia instead," Ryan suggested. "I already know Olivia of Hayfield and she is not my type of woman For Louisa, if I want her, I'll go for her. Neither you nor Allen can stop me," Drey sneered. He wasn't going to give up easily. "In fact, I'll go talk to her right now." Drey stood up from his seat in a flash as he approached their table. "Drey no!" Ryan said, rushing after him. But before he could do anything, Drey was already at their table. He cleared his throat. Everyone turned to him. "Drey, what is it that you want?" Allen asked, sipping from his wine glass. "I didn't come here for you, Allen. I came here for Louisa," Drey responded, his lips stretched into a smile.

Allen had just dropped Olivia home. They waited for the doctor's report the whole day but were told it would be ready the next morning. He reached the Herondale manor in no time and as he entered the first person his gaze landed on was Michael. Not wanting to strike up a conversation, Allen greeted and walked past him. "Just like that? Brother?" Michael blurted out. "Come on, that's too formal." Allen scoffed. "You were the one trying to fight me some days back but here you are today wanting formalities," Allen responded. "Spare me the crap!" "Oh, that's what this is about," Michael said with a smile. "Well, I heard about the doctor's reports," he added. "Did they mention what type of substances?" Allen paused, his feet suddenly glued to the ground. "You didn't come to the hospital today. You didn't even ask about Grandma but all you care about is what kind of substance!" Allen raged. That seemed to be the only thing Michael cared about. "Chill, man," Michael spoke. "

With tear-filled eyes, Olivia watched Allen storm out angrily. The tears rolled down her cheeks vigorously. "Miss Olivia, this would be all for today. You're free to go home," the officer's voice rang in her ears. "But, it's not over yet. If there's strong evidence, you'll be charged." She looked at the officer, nodded her head then stormed out, hoping she still had a chance to make Allen forgive her. The minute she stepped outside the building, she saw Allen's car at a distance. He was gone. Her knees weakened as she got lost in her thoughts. She was still sobbing when Michael's voice shot through the air. "I'd say instead of crying over a man, use your freedom well because you'll be behind bars soon," Michael said with a laugh. Olivia's eyes burned with rage. The tears immediately dried up. "What did you do?" she blurted, slamming her hands on his chest. "Do you really want to ruin my life?" Michael said nothing, only releasing annoying laughs that fueled her anger.

Michael slipped his phone out of his pocket as he dialed a familiar number. "I tried to ask him nicely but he refused. It's time for plan B," he spoke into the phone. He walked through the offices as he finally arrived at the one he was headed to. The words, Attorney Smith were boldly inscribed on the door. After he knocked on the door, a clear voice told him to come inside. As he flung the door open, an elderly man sat, writing seriously on some papers. "You asked to see me, Mr Herondale," the man started. "Concerning your grandmother's will." Michael nodded, then made his way to the nearest chair. "I really need to see the will. It's urgent." "Are you sure she gave permission for that?" the attorney asked to be sure. "Y...yes she did," Michael stammered. "I had even asked my adopted brother," he lied. The attorney looked at him through the upper part of his glasses for what seemed to be an eternity then walked into another room. Michael tiptoed quietly behind him wat