“Perfect,” Ferran responded after gathering his strength, nodding as well.The lady chose to believe him, returning her eyes to the screen in front of her.“Oh, yes. Mr. Thornwood. Mrs. Brian is expecting to see you today. You are right on time.” She lifted her fingers from the keyboard, returning her gaze to Ferran with her smile intact. “This way. First door by your left. Last floor.” “Thank you.” Ferran nodded, already on his way toward the elevator. The ding sound of the system almost made his heart sink deeper, his grip on his properties almost loosened. The metal door finally opened, but it took him a while before he finally stepped out of the elevator.His shiny black curly hair bounced as he sauntered along the hallway, bearing in mind the exact door the lady downstairs had mentioned.Knock-Knock! He wasn’t sure if anyone could have heard that, his knuckles still resting on the wood even after he was done. “Come in!” The voice he heard expected to hear responde

“Who do you think did this?” Brian asked in a low tone, then he looked at the post while he listened.“Travis,” Arya responded without delay, then she waited to see her husband’s reaction. “Your brother?”“Yes, Brian. That looks exactly like his handiwork.” She pointed at the phone Brian was still holding while she nodded.“I cannot count the number of times my Grandpa has asked him to frame people for refusing to do his bidding. Travis may be slow and inattentive, but he is smart when it comes to blackmailing people. That has his handwriting all over it.” She pointed out, her voice audible and firm.Brian took a deep breath, then he looked at the screen, tapping until the post appeared. He scrolled for two seconds, then he cleared his throat.“I see…” The smirk on his face refused to vanish, even when he returned his gaze to Arya.The lady raised an eyebrow, then she waited, hoping to hear something else.“What do you think we should do, Brian? I don’t think Travis is goin

“That’s the moron over there.” Clegane pointed, taking another step backward. Don Pedro’s eyes met with Brian’s and they stared at each other, more tension rising between them.Don Pedro was not alone. Travis was right behind him, walking in majestically as he had just purchased the entire building. “Oh wow!” He sniggered, pointing at Brian with a taunting look all over his face. “That’s the loser who has refused to let go of my sister! That’s the idiot who is trying to ruin my life!” He moved ahead of his Grandfather, standing right in front of Brian with the table between them.“Pathetic!” He spat, eyes burning with disgruntlement.“Why isn’t he in cuffs?” He asked, turning to Clegane with a little hint of disapproval in his tone. Clegane took a deep breath, then he turned to Travis and scoffed.“I cannot remember being answerable to you, Travis. Learn how to talk to me, I am a Police Detective, not one of your thugs.” SCOFF! Travis sniggered, looking the Detective i

“Who are these men?” The Detective’s voice was shivering, his vision blurry as he scoured the room.There was no space; the men had occupied everywhere, their anger rising to the roof.He watched them bow to Brian, and he was forced to turn to him, panting heavily. “Do you realize that this is a police station?! This is the Lakeville Headquarters. You cannot just walk in…” SLAP!Clegane’s head was slammed into the wall, a loud grunt escaping him.He felt the blood running from his nostrils, his heart beating like talking drums. He whimpered, holding onto his head while he groaned.“Ah!” The pain was unbearable, causing him to fall to the ground.His vision became worse, his eyes attempting to see who was walking toward him. “You are going to pay for this! I am a policeman! You are not above the law! No one is above the law!” His tone was distorted, tears streaming from his eyes. He felt two sets of hands grab him, then his body was lifted before he was dragged roughly.

The sound of Clegane’s heart dropping felt like an earthquake, his skin turning white while he stared at the gun with side eyes. Once again, he swallowed hard, returning his eyes to the view of the camera.The thought of a bullet thrusting into his skull and shattering his brain made his toes compress inside his luxury shoes, his fingers almost dried out.He cleared his throat, then he exhaled slowly. Yet the anxiety didn’t let go of him, holding onto him as though it had tentacles. “Go ahead. Confess, Clegane. And don’t forget to tell the whole world who made you do what you did.” Brian’s voice was low but imperative, his grip on the gun firm while his index finger was ready to move the trigger. Clegane saw this with a glance, and his mouth opened, ready to produce a sound. “I…” He began, reality almost crushing his cold bones. “Mr. Brian Regal is not guilty of everything he was accused of. It was all a lie…” His heart collapsed again, his breath barely hanging inside h