Alex’s plan was moving at full speed, every piece in place, every player in position. Caleb had been instructed to accompany Mr Malcolm to the construction site under the cover of night. The construction site had been secured and prepared, shadows carefully mapped to conceal the movement of anyone who approached, and every security measure calculated to the smallest detail. Caleb, knowing exactly what was expected, waited patiently in the car outside the perimeter, phone in hand, eyes constantly scanning the dimly lit streets, ready to move at the first signal.Inside the house, Mr Malcolm was in the bedroom with his wife, the air between them calm but slightly tense. The night was quiet when suddenly his phone rang. He picked it up, glancing at the screen, and the message made him pause for just a moment before a smirk spread across his face. The message read:Baby I miss you. Can you come see me in the hotel room?Mr Malcolm read it twice, then quickly typed his response, his finger

Mr Malcolm stumbled backward, blood still staining his lips, his mind spinning as the room tilted around him. The poison coursed through his veins, and his body betrayed him with each faltering step. He looked at Alex, desperate and confused, and gasped, “Why… why don’t you save me? I am begging you. You have to stop her. Please, save me!”Alex’s eyes were cold, unwavering, his expression unreadable as he regarded Malcolm. He spoke slowly, deliberately, each word a hammer striking the walls of Malcolm’s fragile composure. “Did you ever do anything to save a dying old man and his grandson years ago?” he asked, his tone calm but carrying an undeniable weight.Malcolm’s brows furrowed, confusion and fear mingling in his expression. “What are you talking about?” he stammered, his voice trembling as the dizziness intensified. “I don’t understand. Who are you to ask me this?”“You never saved them,” Alex said, his voice sharp and steady. “You were involved in their murder. You did nothing t

Chapter: The Net TightensThe tension in the hospital had not settled when the sound of firm footsteps echoed through the corridor. Two uniformed policemen entered, their expressions serious, their eyes sharp as they scanned the faces of everyone present. The atmosphere shifted immediately, the weight of authority pressing down on the already shaken Horgan family.“Who is Mr Horgan?” one of the officers asked, his voice calm but commanding.“I am,” Mr Horgan replied, stepping forward without hesitation. “What is the situation? Have you found anything?”The officer exchanged a brief glance with his partner before speaking. “We received the report regarding Mr Malcolm’s condition and his statement before he lost consciousness. Based on what we have heard, we have reason to believe that there is a murderer among you.”The words landed heavily, sending a ripple of shock through the room.“That is impossible,” Victoria said immediately, her tone defensive. “You cannot just accuse people li

Chapter: The Masked GameAlex found Isabella standing alone in the garden area of the Horgan residence, her posture calm but her expression distant, as though her thoughts were far away from the present moment. The tension from the past events had not left her, and it showed in the way she absentmindedly traced her fingers along the railing.He approached her with measured steps, his expression neutral, his voice controlled. “Isabella.”She turned at the sound of her name, her brows slightly furrowed. “Alex. You look like you have something on your mind.”“I do,” he replied without hesitation. “I need to ask you something, and I need a direct answer.”Her curiosity deepened. “What is it?”Alex held her gaze. “Have you ever seen any of your father’s business associates with six fingers?”The question caught her off guard. She blinked once, clearly not expecting it. “Six fingers?” she repeated slowly. “Why would you ask something like that?”“Just answer the question,” Alex said calmly,

Isabella moved quickly through the crowd, her heart still racing from what she had seen. The music, the laughter, the clinking of glasses all felt distant as she pushed past guests without care for appearances. She needed Alex immediately.She found him near the side of the hall, standing with Victoria, who was still close beside him, speaking softly in a way that clearly held deliberate intention. Victoria’s expression shifted instantly when she saw Isabella approaching with urgency.“Isabella,” Victoria said with a faint smile, though her eyes narrowed slightly. “You look… disturbed. Is everything alright?”Isabella ignored her completely. She reached Alex and grabbed his arm.“We need to talk,” she said quickly. “Now.”Alex looked at her calmly. “Isabella, this is not the right moment.”“It is the right moment,” she insisted, her voice low but urgent. “I saw something. Something important.”Victoria stepped closer, curiosity sharpening her expression. “What are you two talking abou