As the group delved deeper into their investigation, tensions ran high, each lead leading to dead ends or dangerous encounters. With each passing day, the weight of their mission seemed to grow heavier, their resolve tested at every turn. "We're hitting a wall," Olivia confessed one evening, frustration etched into every line of her face as they gathered in the dimly lit safe house. "We need a breakthrough." Kelvin nodded in agreement, his brow furrowed with worry. "We can't afford to let Emily's death go unsolved," he said, his voice tight with determination. Just then, a sudden beep interrupted their conversation, drawing their attention to Sarah's phone. With a furrowed brow, she checked the screen, her eyes widening in disbelief. "I've received a message," she announced, her voice tinged with urgency. "It's from an anonymous source, but it contains information about the group." As they gathered around Sarah, she read aloud the contents of the message, her voice trembling with
As they retreated to their temporary hideout, the group poured over the evidence they had gathered from the storage unit, piecing together the puzzle of Emily's death and the shadowy organization behind it. "This is it," Olivia breathed, her voice filled with determination as she studied the documents spread out before them. "We finally have everything we need to take them down." Kelvin nodded in agreement, his eyes blazing with determination. "But we need to act fast," he urged, his voice tight with urgency. "They'll be on high alert now that we've uncovered their secrets." With a shared sense of purpose, they set to work, formulating a plan to expose the organization and bring its members to justice once and for all. But even as they prepared to make their move, a sudden knock at the door shattered the tense silence of their hideout. With weapons drawn, they cautiously approached the door, their hearts pounding with adrenaline as they braced themselves for whatever might come ne
As they navigated the labyrinthine streets, each step felt like a battle against the encroaching darkness. Kelvin gritted his teeth against the pain of his injury, leaning heavily on Olivia for support as they followed Chief Rodriguez and Ramirez through the shadows.Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they reached the safe house—a nondescript building tucked away in a forgotten corner of the city. With cautious movements, Chief Rodriguez led the way inside, his eyes scanning for any signs of danger as they entered the dimly lit interior."We need to patch you up," Olivia said, her voice gentle as she guided Kelvin to a nearby chair.With practiced efficiency, she began to tend to his wound, her hands steady despite the urgency of their situation. Kelvin winced as she cleaned the injury, the pain momentarily forgotten in the warmth of her touch.Meanwhile, Chief Rodriguez and Ramirez set to work fortifying the safe house, their eyes constantly scanning the windows and doors for
As George Roland heard about all the events unfolding surrounding Olivia and Detective Kelvin, a sense of satisfaction washed over him. For years, he had harbored a deep-seated belief that Olivia was somehow involved in his father's death, despite lacking concrete evidence. Now, seeing her embroiled in a web of danger and intrigue, he couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of vindication."Looks like karma finally caught up with you, Olivia," George muttered to himself, a dark smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "You thought you could get away with it, but now you're paying the price."His satisfaction only grew as he heard about Detective Kelvin's involvement in the investigation. In George's mind, Kelvin was just as guilty as Olivia, complicit in the crime that had robbed him of his father. The thought of them both facing the consequences of their actions filled him with a perverse sense of joy."They deserve everything that's coming to them," George thought, a malicious gleam
On a dark and stormy night, with rain pouring down like a waterfall and occasional thunder rumbling in the distance, it was already past midnight and the villa district on the west mountain was mostly dark. However, the car lights at the end of the street in the George family villa were still glaring, piercing through the rain curtain.“I didn’t do it, I didn’t kill anyone,” a woman dressed only in a light-coloured long dress knelt in the yard of the Smith family, her cloth soaked through and clinging tightly to her body, outlining her graceful figure.Olivia Smith looked at the man sitting at the door, fiercely biting her lips, tears mixed with raining water streaming down her white cheeks.Why wouldn’t he believe her? No matter how she explained he just won’t believe her. Her body was already shivering from the cold, but she kept repeating this sentence to the man sitting at the door. George Roland got up from his chair with a cold face and slowly stepped into the rain. His meticul
Olivia thought George Roland just wanted to send her away and didn’t want to see her again. But what she didn’t expect was that George Roland sent her to a mental hospital. How ridiculous it was that such a clear-minded person like her was sent to a mental hospital. The room was filled with a foul smell. She huddled in the corner with two other women, one around seventeen or eighteen years old, and the other looked like she was in her thirties or forties. The teenage girl held a tattered doll quietly by the window, muttering something. The other middle-aged woman with messy hair sat motionless on the bed, staring at Olivia. Her piercing gaze made Olivia feel numb. Olivia watched the woman nervously, afraid that she might do something harmful to her. The woman waved her hand and smiled kindly, little girl, come over here. Olivia Smith hesitated but moved closer to the woman because she was afraid of getting her angry. When the woman called her again, her tone was different, even impa
Are you sure you can handle this job? The interviewer looked sceptically at the thin woman in front of him. He didn’t think she had the ability to do this job, as it required physical labour, lifting and moving goods in the warehouse and also helping with the cleaning.The woman spoke softly. I can do it, sir. Please believe me.Her eyes were pleading, she really wanted this job.Free room and board were the best jobs she could find now. As she was now, she didn’t have the right to be picky about her work. She was no longer the proud and capable woman who could stand out in the company. There was no bright light or crowds around her now. She was just like a stray dog with nowhere to go.She was Olivia Smith, who had been wandering the street for several days, sleeping on the streets and on park benches, sometimes going hungry for days. If she didn’t find a job soon, she feared she wouldn’t be able to survive much longer. Seeing Olivia's eyes, the manager couldn’t help but feel a litt
She was no longer the previous Olivia, nor did she have the ability to save others. Besides, everyone here was a big shot, and she couldn’t afford to offend them. She just wanted to protect herself.Ethan saw this scene and coldly laughed, grabbing Ella’s hand. Miss Ella is too naïve. Does a floor cleaner dare to stand up to save you? Now I can make her do anything without resistance!Floor cleaner, am I right?Olivia nodded. Yes, you’re right. She lowered her head, the fire burning on her.Olivia gritted her teeth and her body shook, the mop in her hand fell to the ground making a clattering sound. Her body accidentally fell towards Ethan as she lost her balance.The moment she leaned on Ethan his bloated body recoiled as if he had touched something unclean. He pushed Olivia and let go of Ella's hand.Olivia's frail body fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string. Her head was hit hard, causing her to see stars. Her hand was scraped and blood oozed from the wound.What do yo