Descente Du Maître Reclus

“You despicable little rascal, you stink just like your smelling poor mother, a whore who thought that she had a chance of rewriting her story just because she slept and got pregnant for my beloved husband, hahaha!” Madam Tracey spoke as she gazed at Romeo with a devilish smirk. She then stood up and raised her glass of wine. “A toast to my Co-wife death, who is also a whore that caused her own death by herself.” Immediately everyone in the ballroom bursted out in laughter.Romeo couldn't endure it anymore, he then rushed out from the ballroom and sat on the porch and cried. A woman walked out from the ballroom and walked up to him. “Ma'am, what do you want from me?” Romeo asked, his tone trembling with sadness as he asked. “Haaaa….at last,I have finally found you, Young master Romeo.” From that day forward Romeo life Sky rocketed up to the sky. The woman told him who he was and his father was actually a multi billionaire at the west side of the Gem city. Now he has known who he actually was, he is out to find out who and what actually killed his mother and why and also to make sure he deals with the people who dismayed and humiliated him and his mother too.

"We'd like you to come with us to the station immediately," Vanessa's heart began to beat faster, "I don't understand," she said, "What for?" "Mrs Spencer, you're wanted as a prime suspect in the murder of your husband, Mr Christopher Wesley. You need to come with us to the station for questioning. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you do or say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. I suggest you don't try to resist. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?" Vanessa's jaw dropped. Christopher was dead! It was impossible to believe. She'd just spoken to him that afternoon. It had to be a mistake. She nodded, "I…. I…. I need to call my lawyer," she said, when she finally found her tongue," "Ma'am, you can do that at the station. Turn around, please," —----------- Politician and governorship candidate, Christopher Wesley is dead; shot in the head right in his own house. The killer is unknown, but the police have a suspect —his estranged wife, Vanessa Spencer Detective Alaric Harper and his partner are placed in charge of this case and at first Alaric is certain that Vanessa had killed her husband. Her motive? He's not sure of. When Vanessa begins to get calls from an unknown person wanting money he claims Christopher had stolen, Alaric has no choice but to accept that their killer is yet to be found. He is determined to get to the bottom of this case and he's sure that he will, but one thing he never expected — falling for Vanessa.

"I think there is a misunderstanding here ma'am," he said to her. "That is my manager over there," he said pointing to Antonio, who was waiting by the side of the road for a cab, just a few feet from the restaurant. "I was only calling on him to give him the phone," Jason said, trying to placate her. But then, the manager was quick to walk up to them. "What is going on here?" He asked as he got to where they were. "Sir, this lady—" "Your boy tried to steal my phone," the lady interrupted and snatched her phone from his hand, not waiting for him to say anything at all. She seemed insistent on getting back at him for something that happened long ago in school. Jason opened his mouth to say something again but was interrupted by a hard slap across his face from Antonio. He staggered but maintained his stance. "Not only do you come late to work or be clumsy at your job," Antonio began in a fit of vexation. "You also steal from my customers too?" He asked Jason, who still held his face, still in oblivion at what had just happened. He nodded and tried to speak again, but Antonio stopped him with a wave of his hand. "I think I have had enough of all your shenanigans here and I think it is time to relieve you of your duties," Antonio said. Framed by a colleague and betrayed by his friend, Jason Abbout had his life crumbling to the ground. No one to run to, no one to share his pain with either, he was gradually dying. Not until, he received one call that changed his life. Now to those who hurt him, they must bow.