Dylan could see the shock and fear in Alec's eyes but he quickly covered it up. “I don't understand, Mr. Knight; it's not unheard of for people to retire from the force.” Alec said as he put down his fork and knife and took a sip from his coke. “Yes, I know it's not unheard of. A lot of people retire early, and then they move on to different fields, but not people like you, not people that had a bright future in front of them; I mean, if you stayed on, you would've been chief of police by now, so what happened Alec, why did you leave?” Dylan asked him. Dylan could tell that he was nervous, the way he tapped his pinky finger against the table and he kept on moving his left leg. “I don't know what to tell you, Mr. Knight; the force wasn't it for me; I decided to pursue other job opportunities.” Alec said as he shrugged his shoulders. “You see, Alec, there's one thing I ask from people who work for me and prospective employees, and that's honesty. I told you, I
“Sorry, I didn't get you, you'll have to speak louder.” Dylan said. “I said that I did not check the car for signs of foul play; now, can you please open the door so I can leave.” Alec said. “I'm sorry, but I can't; we're not done here, Alec.” Dylan told him. “It doesn't matter what you ask me next, Mr. Knight, I'm not going to answer; I can't.” Alec said. “You see, there's a difference between can't and won't, Alec. When you say you won't, it means it's a personal decision, but when you say you can't, it means you want to, but something is stopping you. So what's stopping you, Alec? Who are you trying to protect?” Dylan asked. “You need to leave this alone Dylan.” Alec said to him, Dylan could tell that he was scared. “You're scared of them, aren't you? Whoever it is, you're trying to protect. I can help you; you know the type of reach I have; tell me what I need to know, and I'll help you.” Dylan told Alec. “Money isn't going to f
By the time he had destroyed most of the furniture in the room, Dylan had managed to calm down. His gut was right; the Smiths did have something to do with his parent's death; they covered it up, but something wasn't adding up. At the time, the Smiths didn't have enough money to pull off something like that, and then there was the ten million dollars in their accounts that just appeared out of thin air; it meant that there was someone else involved. The person that financed everything and he was going to find out who that person was and get enough evidence to bring all of them down. But to do that, Dylan had to go to the one place he had avoided since his parents died; he had to go back to their house; he doubted he would find anything there, but he had to try. After Mr. Scott adopted Dylan, he bought his parent's house and put it in Dylan's name. Dylan has had the house maintained with specific instructions not to move or touch anything. It's like the house was froze
“I kept everything as it was; nothing has been moved or changed; I always hoped and prayed that one day you'd come back.” Maria said. Dylan just nodded his head; he didn't say anything; he was choked up with emotions. Standing in the house, he felt like he was that eight-year-old boy again, who was waiting in the living room all night for his parents to come home. But they didn't; instead, when he opened the door, he was greeted by two police officers and a social worker; that was the worst day of his life. He took a deep breath and steadied himself then he turned around to face Maria. “It's nice to see you again Maria.” He said to her and she smiled. “You've grown into a fine young man, Mr. Dylan; sit down; I'll put on a pot of tea, and you can tell me all about your life.” Maria said. “No, there's no need for tea, let's just sit.” Dylan said to her, and she nodded her head and sat down on one of the armchairs while Dylan sat on the sofa opposite her.
After that revelation, Dylan said goodbye to Maria but he promised he would come back. Then he got into his car, and by the time he left his parent's house, it was already five in the evening, so he drove back home in a daze. He couldn't believe it or wrap his head around it; could the other person involved in his parent's deaths possibly be Mr Williams, Anna's father? No, he couldn't believe it, he didn't want to believe it. His parents and Anna's parents were friends they couldn't do that. There had to be another reason why Greg was visiting Mr. Williams; there just had to be. By the time Dylan parked his car in the driveway of his house, it was eight thirty at night. He took his suitcase and got out of the car, he was about to head up the stairs to his room when he remembered Anna's text, she said she would wait up for him, get completely forgot. He dropped his suitcase by the side of the stairs and walked to the kitchen and there she was, with her glasses on
“You expect me to believe that you went to London?” Anna asked Dylan. “No, I didn't go to London, I went to my birth parents' house.” Dylan told Anna. “Oh, but I thought your parents were….” Anna trailed off. “Yes, they're dead; you can say it, Anna.” Dylan said. “Then why did you go to their house?” Anna asked Dylan. “Because I haven't been there since they died and because I'm ready to move on and have a life with you and Emma, and before I can do that, I had to put those ghosts to bed.” Dylan told Anna, and as he said those words, he realised they were true; that might not have been the reason that he went to his parent's house, but he realised that him going there was him finally confronting his demons. “So you weren't with Kate all day?” Anna asked Dylan. “No, baby, no, I wasn't. I think she followed me or something because the moment I stepped out of the restaurant, she was there. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me.
The next morning, when they both woke up, it was to find Emma, sitting at the foot of the bed with a huge grin on her face. Anna had absolutely nothing to worry about, just like Dylan had said; Emma was just happy to see both her parents together. They all had breakfast and then got ready for work while Nanny Sofia got Emma ready for school. As usual, they dropped off Emma first, then Anna at Kings Hotel and then Dylan went to work at Kings Enterprise. He was holding out on presenting his idea of a takeover of Prestige to his board of directors. He needed to know the full story of what happened to his parents first, but for now, the cash influx from his company and the fact that he was now the CEO of Prestige has settled a lot of people's minds, and the stock prices are slowly coming up. He walked out of the elevator to his floor and Lucas was waiting for him, his planner in hand. “Good morning Mr. Knight.” Lucas greeted. Dylan wasn't angry at him for telli
“No way, your ex-wife?” Finn asked Dylan. “Yeah, I was as shocked as you.” Dylan said and Finn shook his head. “I remember getting up in the middle of the night to answer a call from Mr. Scott, telling me that he needed me to draft up divorce papers and an NDA.” Finn said. “Yeah, you should've added a restraining order to it.” Dylan said. “What exactly is going on that you want to file a restraining order against her?” Finn asked. “She came to the house in London, and Anna saw her; Kate got angry when she found out I was married again. I threw her out, and I thought that was the end of it. We flew back to New York, and she was at our hotel; she made a ruckus and accused a worker of theft, thinking that I would be the one to come down and handle it, but instead, it was Anna, which pissed her off even more. Anna's security told me what was happening, so I went there immediately; she hurled all kinds of insults at Anna. I warned her not to