Denny had no way to clarify his predicament to Don Carlo aside from telling him his life story the same way he did to Trisha. From his birth childhood up to the latest visit, an unpleasant visit he got at home from Denisse. "I am not sure my life story makes sense to you, but her threat that day doesn't seem to connect with what is happening right now. And as far as I know, my sister is similar to a roaring tiger without fangs; the worst that she did to me was annoy and verbally hurt me," Denny stated, totally baffled. Don Carlo silently nodded as he kept his ears all open for Denny. Then he saw the young Vero fished his phone out of his pocket and swiped it a few times on its screen."If you can remember the guy's description to the Lady Red, whom he said gave him the orders, please tell me if she looks like this," Denny moved closer to hand his phone to Don Carlo."Well, the hair and face could change, but the way he detailed the feature doesn't resemble this one," Don Carlo said.
They had everything planned well. Scott briefed his boss along with Mister Denny Vero about the details, from the tiniest one, the possible challenge in this task, the alternate plans if the one fails, the spot where everyone would be taking their posts, and many more. It took almost a few hours for them to clear everything up, made as a short drill if every mic and camera was working well and properly. Denny had to inform his secretary that he won't make it to return to his office after lunch today but would drop by to pick up the urgent papers that needed his signs later on his way home, so he asked for them to be prepared on his table. "What are you going to do if you find out who is behind all these?" Asked Don Carlo. Denny sighed."Honestly, right now, I am so pissed that I want to put whoever she is behind bars and make sure Trisha is safe after all of this," Denny could not help his teeth clenching in anger. "But I am more curious as to who could be doing all of these. I do n
Evening came.Trisha did not notice it was getting dark already because the whole studio where Trixie was training a batch of service girls was dimly lit ever since they arrived. She decided to stay beside her mentor and refresh her lessons while observing around her. "I will do my online homework later tonight or tomorrow," Trisha smiled as she assured Trixie that she was fine even if she missed her lessons today. The count of hours of her classes is not per day, it falls on a total counting by the week, so she could do her make-up class by completing the hours required of twenty-five for the whole week. And so far, she doesn't have to worry sinceit is just the start of the week. Trixie did not insist; she also wanted Trisha's presence by her side, so they sat side by side in the training studio while the service girls were rehearsing strip, pole, and lap dance steps. It wasn't the scheduled lessons today, but Trixie adjusted and changed them to easier ones which she would not need
"She's here," Vincent Lynch, the man in his early fifties who has turned an ally to Denny and Don Carlo against the manipulative Lady Red, whispered discreetly to his microphone hidden in his shirt's collar as soon as he saw a familiar face walked into the gambling house where he met this moneylender, Lady Red, for the first time. Denny and Don Carlo could not see the face clearly. The person in a red suit jacket and black pants had a black hat above her head, and her long curly hair covered most of her face. Intentional or not, it blocked the view for Denny to have a check on what she really looked like. "Can you recognize her?" Asked Don Carlo, sitting right next to Denny inside the monitor van.Denny shook his head as his eyes kept staring at the screen."Can you get closer to her?" Asked Denny to Vincent over the microphone. "Can you manage to make her believe that you have been waiting for her to let her know about what happened in the City Hospital as we have practiced earlier?
Vincent had no choice but to answer."When someone walked over to grab her away from my direction. I didn't notice the other person, so I was still able to swing the knife, and I am sure I hit flesh, but I wasn't sure what part it was in particular," Vincent explained meekly. He was terrified. Not because of Caroline, but because as the words left his mouth, he realized what he did and what he was told to do, which he also complied with because of the threats she had on him; he felt horrible. It made him realize he was such a fool. Indeed, one wrong cannot be corrected by another wrongdoing. How foolish of him to think that borrowing money to recollect his losses would have helped. It drove him even deeper into the dirt he was only walking into by then; now, he was already drowning in it. "But I promise to do as you say if you want me to do it again, just please don't tell my wife about... you know..." Vincent clasped his hands, begging silently. The bartender came with the drinks
Denny paused to listen to the investigator's answer with his eyes not leaving the screen, glaring hatefully at the face of the woman that was on it."I am very sorry, but I will have to bother you to please send me the files right now; I need to check if the one I am staring into right now is the same with the person you found," Denny's voice was undeniably sounding grave, dangerously scary to listen and disobey. The PI sent the result files of his investigations, he wasn't satisfied with what he found yet, so he was going to send it to his client, Denny Vero, when he found more information, but as it was already asked, the investigator had no choice other than to comply. And he might have to wait for further instructions."Don Carlo, I need to get in there," Denny said as he handed his phone to Scott. "Move this to the wider screen." Scott did as ordered without asking questions. "I have asked for a private investigator to check on my neighbors as there had been some creepy issues
Denny walked with his consciousness directed to the lady in suit red suit jacket at the bar counter even though he was about five tables away from his target. He was not looking directly at Caroline Winslet, but he kept asking Weston if he could see the target clearly, if the target had seen them already or if Denny's presence had her attention already. "Don't make your move too obvious," Denny reminded Weston."She is sitting with her chair facing this direction and one of her elbows leaning on the countertop while another hand is holding a wine glass," Weston feigned to call for assistance from the staff, so he looked up in the direction of the bar counter and raised his arm.Denny followed Weston's sight and tapped the bodyguard's shoulder; then, he started to walk to where the drinks could be ordered. The spot where his actual target of coming here was. Denny noticed Caroline was intently gazing at him, but he ignored her. He pretended he did not notice her at first, but when the
"Huh? Really?" Denny gave the woman a side glance with his elbows leaning on the countertop. "I don't know...""Yes, we did," Caroline insisted with enthusiasm."I'm not sure about that, and I don't remember," Denny replied coldly. He was starting to get pissed with her enthusiasm. He was inwardly itching to ask her direct questions he was getting so worked out satisfying with answers."My name is Caroline Winslet," Caroline introduced herself, unaware that Denny had already seen her file sent by the private investigator. "You're Danny Vero, right?" she asked with confidence. Her question was not even asking for confirmation as she already sounded more than a hundred percent sure; she was just stating a clear message that she knew his name. "I am Denny Vero; apparently, I am sure I know my name, but..." Denny frowned and shook his head as he shrugged his shoulders. "Your name doesn't ring a bell," he added with indifference. "I don't know how you know me."His words did not seem to o