Jamal drove through the busy street, his hand gently tapping on the steering wheel absentmindedly, while his thoughts remained miles away, replaying Scarlet's letter for what felt like the hundredth times the traffic lights and stop signs were the least of his problems, he barely even noticed any of them.His mind was somewhere else entirely.Scarlet's bruised face.The videos, the beatings.Every memory twisted together until his anger boiled over, the more the memories flashed through his head, the more tighter he gripped the steering wheel.He had never hated anyone the way he hated Andrew.He hissed loudly and turned his head towards the window, immediately, his eyes caught a familiar figure about a few meters ahead.Standing beside a black SUV outside an unfinished commercial building was Andrew.He was speaking with a middle-aged man, and they seemed deeply engaged in conversation.Jamal's heartbeat instantly changed, his foot eased off the accelerator, his eyes never left Andr

Jamal sat alone in the garden beneath the old oak tree that had stood there since decades ago. His jacket had been tossed over the back of the iron bench beside him, while his sleeves remained rolled to his forearms.His elbows rested on his knees, his hands clasped together.His eyes were fixed somewhere beyond the fountain in front of him, but he wasn't really looking at anything.His thoughts were elsewhere.Victor's confession.The possibility that Andrew had truly orchestrated the deaths of his parents, he's been hearing it from people but never really seen evidence that he truly did it.His mind swerved towards Scarlet.The videos of Andrew threatening and abusing her.All the memories seemed determined to arrive all at once, each fighting for their space in his head. He released a slow breath."I just need five minutes," he murmured to himself."Five minutes where nobody needs anything from me."As though the universe had taken that as a challenge...Footsteps crunched softly

Andrew sat behind his enormous desk, slowly spinning his leather chair from side to side.His fingers tapped rhythmically against the armrest.His expression remained unreadable.Whenever he became this quiet.. something dangerous usually followed.A knock sounded against the door."Come in." He mumbled without looking up.One of his trusted men entered immediately.The bulky man closed the door behind him before bowing slightly."You called for me, boss."Andrew stopped rotating his chair, slowly , his eyes finally lifted."Do you know who won the Westbridge Infrastructure contract?"The man looked confused."I uhm... I heard someone else secured it."Andrew laughed dryly."Not someone." He leaned forward. "Phoenix Dynamics did."The man immediately understood why his boss looked irritated.That contract had been worth billions.Andrew had expected it to fall directly into his hands.Instead... Another company had beaten him to it."They outbid us?" the man asked.Andrew laughed agai

The room fell into a complete sentence.Jamal simply stared at Vivian, his mind replayed her words over and over again."If you marry me... the contract is yours."For several long seconds.. he genuinely believed he had misunderstood her.Then... He suddenly bursted into laughter. "That... That's a good one." He blurted, amidst laughter, rubbing his forehead.Vivian didn't laugh, she simply continued looking at him and that immediately sent the message to Jamal.Jamal's smile slowly faded. "You're serious?""Completely." She nodded."No..." He blinked twice, shaking his head slowly. "Wait, you actually mean marriage?""Yes.""Not dating?""No.""Not getting to know each other first?"She smiled softly. "I'd like that too.""But ultimately marriage."Jamal let out another nervous laugh. "I must admit... This is probably the strangest business meeting I've ever attended."Vivian took another step closer. "I know it sounds unusual.""It does, it sounds completely insane."She didn't app

The entire Lincoln estate was usually quiet, unlike what it used to be, especially on a regular weekday morning. Everyone seemed to be aware of what's going on, and at such, minded their business.Even Adolphus, whose existence alone seemed to attract chaos, had left unusually early for work.Yet despite the peace surrounding the mansion...Jamal found none within himself.He stood before the window in his bedroom, still dressed in yesterday's clothes, his hands tucked into his trouser pockets as he stared blankly at the sprawling gardens below.Normally, he would have admired the sight, like he usually did.But today... He barely saw it.His mind remained trapped in yesterday's conversation.Everything Mr Richard had told him, and Evelyn's confirmation that they were true.He closed his eyes.Everything he had worked for, including everything Scarlet had endured.Could all of it crumble because the wrong man sat behind the judge's bench?He let out a long breath.Then another memory