***Shortly before Hannah confronts Khloe.*** * Hannah Foster, Ethan's stepmom who he doesn't know that she isn't actually his real mother, was sitting in her living room with Williams Foster's lawyer, Clark. They were discussing the deceased's company and although Williams had shared his inheritance, they believe that something was still very off. “I don't understand what you're talking about, Clark? I know he has transferred all of his wealth to both myself and his son, Ethan,” she said, her legs crossed. “Well, I'm telling you now. There's one secret safe left. And it is said that this safe holds billions of dollars,” Clark remarked. “I know Williams was rich and the will had but little of his wealth, but I never thought he could have hidden it somewhere,” she said, confused. “He hid it. But nobody knows where the key is. I bet he entrusted it to someone he deeply loved or trusted,” Clark said. “If that's the case, I know Williams loved me. But he never gave me any keys. And
“What do you mean?” Khloe's face contorted in confusion as she watched the lady. “Khloe, I don't know her. And I've never seen this lady in my life. You have to believe me,” Mike pleaded. “Miss, can you stop throwing allegations at him. What was his crime exactly?” Khloe then asked. “Dylan here has a criminal case of fraudulent activities. He goes around doping people and running to other cities,” she explained. “Is this true, Mike? Or should I say Dylan?” Khloe asked in utter disbelief. Once again, she almost trusted a foe. Khloe's eyes widened in shock as she stared at him. “I can't believe I almost believed you. Are you really a fraudster?” A wave of anger and betrayal washed over her, her intuition proven right once again. Mike's eyes darted around, his face pale and sweaty, as he struggled to come up with an excuse. But the woman's words had already planted seeds of doubt in Khloe's mind, and she kept her head hard against any coming excuse. She knew she had to be careful,
The week has been very pleasant for Khloe, as she hasn't had any strange calls nor nothing. She was still on Emily's case but keeping everything low key so she won't suspect a thing. “Ma’am. This is the report for this week,” Rachel, her assistant, said, dropping a pile of work for her on the desk. “What are all these?” Khloe asked. “The report?” Rachel stated. “No…what report, I never asked anyone to do anything this week. So why are they sending me a report?” Khloe asked, confused. “I don't know. I thought you gave everyone an assignment to work on. Throughout this week, everyone has been so busy,” Rachel said. Khloe stared at her in confusion. “I never did. I'm just going to go through it and call you for any wrong information,” Khloe said dismissing Rachel. “Alright, ma’am. I'll be on my way,” she turned to leave but stopped in her tracks. “Before I forget, there's a letter for you, ma'am,” Rachel said. “A letter? Again. Why do I keep getting strange messages,”
The bullet made a loud, sharp ear-splitting report, deafening everyone. No one knew where the shooting came from, but a sharp pain against Arthur's leg, made him realise that he'd been shot. “Whattttt?” His eyes widened in shock as he fell to the bare marble falls, the pain in his leg intensifying. Sam gasped and wondered where the gunshot had come from. “Where is it?” He mumbled, grabbing his coat which in it, was a pistol, his eyes scanning the dark room. “You don't have to worry yourself, Arthur,” Freedman's voice echoed across the silent room. “I wouldn't do that if I were you, Mr detective,” he added. Arthur grunt, gritting his teeth, refusing to lose, he got up despite the pain in his leg. He pulled out his gun and directed his aim towards Freedman, who looked like he was enjoying every single moment. The air was thick and filled with tension as the two enemies locked eyes. Freedman's smirk was very evident and he chuckled. “You remind me of your father, too bad he is late.
Khloe Ferguson was still thinking about the letter and was wondering who had sent it to her. “Who's M? And why did he send me such a letter? Not that it's bad or anything, I'm just curious,” she thought out loud. The letter still in her hand, she tried as much as possible to think of anyone with that name, but it didn't seem to ring a bell. To distract herself from the mystery of the letter, she decided to focus on her work, which Rachel had piled in front of her.“This is going to be a long day,” she whispered. Sitting behind the desk, she began going through the papers one after the other. She could have used her computer but the computer could actually do less compared to what she could possibly do. But all this while, her mind kept wandering back to the letter and M.“Who is M, and why had he written me such a cryptic message?Why's he choosing to be hideous?” Khloe thought to herself.The same thought kept reeling in her head. She wondered if it was a prank, or if someone was tr
“We'll get through all this and find him wherever he may be and for that, I promise,” Khloe recalled the last statement she told Anastasia with determination. But now, as she stared at the ceiling, she felt a sense of doubt creeping in. She thought about Anastasia and her missing cousin the whole time as she laid on her bed. The letter, which she had promised herself not to think of, was right there on a small table beside her bed. She laid into her bed and held the note in her hands. “Who's M? And why did you have to write this letter? Is this a prank, or something more sinister?” She thought to herself, as her thoughts swirled, refusing to let her sleep. She groaned, rolling herself over the bed, with the letter burning a hike into her mind. Finally, Khloe threw off her covers and got out of the bed, determined to shake off the feeling of helplessness. “I've already given her my word, I must do something about it real quick,” she thought out loud, while pacing back and fort
Arthur Cassius finally got released from the hospital and was asked to rest well and take good care of himself. This was a week after his legs had been shot. He went back to his mansion in Washington. He sat into his favourite armchair, wincing slightly as he adjusted his bandaged legs. Sam sat across him, as he has always been there for him even though he was fired. Arthur seemed too stubborn to accept that he actually needed all the help that he could get so Sam too, decided to be stubborn and stay around. “Are you feeling better, sir?” Sam asked concerned. “Yeah, I am,” he replied simply. “Why are you still here?” Arthur asked. “I couldn't just leave you in this state, plus I'm the only one who knows how to go about the situation, so you definitely need me,” he stated firmly. Arthur's brows arched as he stared at Sam. "You really want to be by my side?” He asked curiously. Sam shrugged and nodded with a yes. “Are you into men?” Arthur asked out of the blue, letting his curi
The strong metal gold key in Khloe Ferguson’s hand sparkled as she fiddled with it.“Ethan Foster. He doesn't know I own his life” Khloe took a deep breath. She sat in her cold room upstairs and from the window, she could see her lovely husband, Ethan Foster kissing and wrapping hands over his mistress’s curvaceous waist. Katrina Eliot, or Katty as Ethan would call her, is just the kind of woman who can collide the heads of ten men together by just walking past them.Sighing, Khloe meticulously hid the key in its secret box before heading down to the living room to welcome her lovely husband and his mistress, Katrina At least, for these four years of being married to Ethan Foster, Khloe has learned by patience to condone his cheating affairs just so he doesn't divorce her and marry his mistress.Her priority is that he is happy and she remains his wife regardless even if he never had an iota of love for her and has countlessly rubbed mud into her eyes.Getting to the living room, Sh