PROLOGUE[Donald Badeau, a businessman and the CEO of a famous five-star hotel in town, The Grand Badeau, was shot dead in Silver Boulevard past eleven o’clock in the evening…]It was midnight, and was raining hard because for an approaching storm. They’re soaked in wet while running on the hallway through the Operating Room while his mother clasps the beads of rosary, praying and hoping for his husband's life, Donald Badeau.Israel remembered it all too well. The sudden phone call from Ben, the loud crash on the ground of the jar which his mother held it at their home, ambulance’s siren, people’s gossip, reporters’ unanswerable questions, the sound of a camera’s shutter, and his mother’s loud mourn in the morgue.He was just barely a grown man – a thirteen year-old to be exact – to have lost a family member. His dad, Donald Badeau.Everything seems to be moving so fast. Before everything happened that night, they were celebrating for the success of their new launched project at their
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