Eric returned to town like a completely different person. Expensive clothes, shiny new shoes, a bold smile that showed nothing but pride. Word spread quickly that he had suddenly become rich, and people whispered about how fast everything changed for him. Clara and Ava looked confused when they heard he was coming to visit. They had not seen him in weeks, and deep down Clara hoped he had finally changed for the better.Eric walked into the house without knocking. He held his chin high, his phone in his hand, and a gold chain around his neck. Ava’s eyes widened. Clara stood up slowly, not sure what to say. But it was Mrs Harrison who reacted first.“Eric, what are you doing here?” she asked, her voice weak but still sharp. She had been recovering and sitting on the couch with a blanket wrapped around her legs.Eric smiled proudly. “I came to see how you are doing. And to show you that I made it. I’m rich now.”Ava and Clara exchanged a quick look. Something about his sudden wealth didn

Ryan arrived at the quiet corner café first. He chose a seat at the back, the one that allowed him to watch every entrance and exit. He had always been careful, even before his father died. But after the murder, caution became part of his blood.He folded his arms on the small wooden table and waited. His mind was still heavy after hearing what Eric now did for a living. Fraud. Trouble. Darkness. Ryan knew where that road would lead, and it would not end well for Eric or anyone around him.The door opened, and Thomas walked in. His tall frame and neat suit made him easy to notice in the crowd. He looked tired, as usual, with files tucked under one arm. When he saw Ryan, his expression softened.“You look worse every time I see you,” Thomas said as he sat.Ryan gave a small smile. “And you look busier every time I see you.”Thomas sighed and loosened his tie. “Lawyers never rest, my friend. Especially when dealing with rich people's problems and corrupt companies.”Ryan leaned forward.

Ryan had barely finished organizing the files on his table when his phone buzzed. It was a secure line—only his men used it. He wiped his hands on his trousers, picked the phone, and answered calmly.“Sir,” Rocas’ voice came through, low and serious, “we have something you need to know.”Ryan straightened. “What is it?”There was a pause, the kind Rocas only made when the matter wasn’t small.“Eric… visited Clara’s house today.”Ryan froze. For a moment, he didn’t speak. He simply stared at the table in front of him, feeling something tight coil in his chest.“When?” Ryan asked.“Few minutes ago. One of the boys at the street corner saw him enter. He was there for a while.”Ryan sat down slowly. He pressed his fingers against his forehead. He had been expecting something like this, but not this soon—not when Clara and her family were still recovering from all the stress, the sickness, the debts, and all the months of humiliation.“Did he cause any trouble?” Ryan asked quietly.Rocas s

Ryan sat alone in his hidden apartment, the quiet night pressing heavily around him. The room was dim, lit only by a small lamp on the wooden table. He had been thinking about Mr. Tim’s words ever since he left the old gardener’s house. Every sentence replayed in his head like an echo that refused to fade.“Sir… the security locked us inside that day. We heard sounds… like someone struggling. Then silence. Your father never came out.”Ryan rubbed his forehead slowly. The memory of his father’s death still pierced him deeply, even though he tried to be strong. He leaned back in the chair, staring at the wall.*Why would the security lock them inside?**Who gave the order?**And where were those men now?*He knew his father kept only trusted guards around the mansion and the company building. His father always believed loyalty was more important than money. So how could trusted guards suddenly act against him?The questions refused to leave his mind.He stood up and walked to th

Ryan could not sleep that night. Ever since his visit to Mr Tim, the gardener who had once worked so faithfully for his father, his mind had been troubled. The old man’s words kept replaying in his head. The fear in his voice. The tears when he spoke about Mr Knight. The trembling when he mentioned the security men who locked everyone inside on the night Ryan’s father died.Ryan felt something heavy growing in his chest. It felt like the truth was getting closer, but also more dangerous. Still, he was not prepared for the news that would come only a few days later.It was around 11:30 p.m. Ryan was going through some documents in his quiet hideout when his phone buzzed. The sound was sharp in the silence. He looked at the caller ID and saw it was Rocas, one of his most reliable men.Ryan answered immediately. “Rocas, what is it?”“Sir… you need to hear this,” Rocas said, breathing hard. “Mr Tim… he has been attacked.”Ryan froze. “What?”“Yes, sir. Someone broke into his ho