Dennis stood by the window, sipping his coffee slowly. His eyes gleaming with excitement. Everything was going as planned. Terry’s business was scattered, Dickson was on the run, Sean Blackwell had been arrested and the organization had been under tension while his mask identity is still hidden and still cause tension among the organization members.Standing a few feet away was Peter, his expression was plain and composed.“Any news from Blackwell?”“Nothing yet, but our men are on the lookout for him and his butler Gideon.”Just after he had mentioned that, Peter’s tablet chimed softly, flashing a high-priority encrypted data packet intercepted directly from the east secure underground relay.He pulled the tablet, stared at the notification and smiled as he reported."A secret message just came through from our shadow network, Commander," Peter reported. "Dickson Blackwell has made his move."Dennis turned around at once. He took another slow sip, his eyes fixed on Peter."Let me gu

At Vanwell Global's main headquarters, inside the grand conference hall, the executives, department heads, and board members sat in leather chairs.At the center of attention stood Doris, dressed in a white business suit, full of confidence. Just a few days ago, she had been worried sick about her aunt's mysterious disappearance. But through strength and determination, she had kept her focus on her duties as Chief Operating Officer.And today, that steady dedication paid off in a big way.Standing before the large projection screen, Doris clicked her remote and moved to a slide showing a official company partnership agreement."Ladies and gentlemen," Doris began. "After months of hard negotiations, strategic restructuring, and competitive bidding, I am extremely proud to announce that Vanwell Global has officially secured the multi-sector infrastructure contract with NewYork Oil Gold."A collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the boardroom.Whispers of excitement broke out

Dennis read Peter's message, then typed his reply with one thumb."Send everything to the compliance director. Quietly. Keep my name out of it."The answer came back in seconds. "Understood, General. He will have it in ten minutes."Dennis slipped the phone into his pocket. He moved the lunchbox to the middle of the desk, walked to the sofa in the middle of the office, and took the magazine he found. Doris came back thirty minutes later. She dropped into her chair with a tired smile.She took a deep breath before she said in a weak tone. "That meeting felt like it lasted three hours, but the numbers on the NewYork Oil Gold project look good, Dennis. Seventy million dollars. Sometimes I still can't believe it.""You earned it," Dennis said, turning from the magazine. "Now eat before it gets cold."She laughed and reached for the lunchbox.The office door flew open before she could lift the lid.Bill Asher strode in like a man arriving on a stage to perform. Behind him came three membe

Aunt Ella stood beside the table, running a handheld steamer over a brand-new shirt. Her brows were pulled together, and she smoothed each crease with the care of someone handling something very precious. Dennis sat on the sofa a few feet away in a plain casual shirt, sipping a bowl of herbal soup she had made for him that morning. Ever since she had returned, her actions toward Dennis had changed from kneeling to defending him. "Careful with the collar, Aunt Ella. There's no need to spend all afternoon on it." Dennis said mildly over the hum of the steamer. Ella jerked upright, her hands shaking a little. "Oh, nonsense, Dennis! A man like you, who carries so much for this family, should wear the best. Those cheap clothes you used to wear won't do anymore." She waved toward a row of shopping bags and white boxes with the names of expensive brands stamped on them. She had spent the whole morning in the best shops in the city, paying out of the money her son Desmond had sent to he

Downstairs, on the sofa, Dennis set his empty cup on the table. But his phone, lying face-down beside him, buzzed softly once.He turned it over. A message from Aunt Ella. Dennis furrowed his brow as he read the message. "Dennis, I overheard Doris making a call in the study; she had just placed a call to a private investigator to find out what happened when I was missing?"“What should we do?” Another message popped on his screen.Dennis looked in the direction of the study, "I will find a way to stop Doris, or I will better still contact Chief Luke to assist us.”Dennis sighed deeply and texted Peter. “Doris contacted a private investigator to find out what happened when Ella was missing. Find the private Investigator, make sure what she finds is only what I want her to find."The clock on Doris's study desk read 11:15 PM.She sat in front of her laptop with an open document on the screen that she had not rea