Semua Bab Returning with the CEO'S Twins For Revenge : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Cynthia stroked her hair awkwardly. Her hair was suddenly uncomfortable. To even think that the bastard son of a bitch who had a strong hand in the whole mess at a point had his way into her was more reason for her to feel like she was being crushed down. “ We need to air our interview session now. I can give everyone the full details of everything that has been happening so far " Derek smiled. “ That is a good idea. " “ Let's get on with it right away. "'“ But the timing is wrong, which has in turn made it a bad idea at the moment. " Cynthia scowled. “ What do you mean to say, Sir? With the interview, we could easily let everyone know what the truth is. “ “ If you do that right now, do you think it will be able to change a damn thing?” He smiled. " It wouldn't change anything. The best it can do is to stir up more gossip. It can only be talked about by the people. And let's say that the authorities get involved in a new dimension after your testimony, what would really change

“ Derek, please, you may have a seat. Sure down. " “ Thank you. " Derek walked over and sat on the sofa directly opposite the couple. “ What do I offer you? " Mr. Mckinney asked. " We have Italian wines, Mexican wines. I even got a new shipment of English wine. Which would you want to taste?” Derek smiled. “ I am okay. I have no need for wine at the moment. " “ Why? Because your friend is not here with you, is that your reason?” Derek giggled. “ Not at all, Sir. I just don't feel like taking in any sort of drink at the moment. At least, not this time.” “ What about food?” Mrs. Mckinney asked, stroking her nose. “ Would you not want to eat too?” “ Yes, ma'am. I am okay. " The lady chuckled. “ I believe you have not been at a place for a while now. You look stressed and tired. It is normal that you have something to eat. “ She eyed her husband.” Don't you agree with me on that, honey?” “ Of course, I do. " The man replied and chuckled. “ A man who is working should eat equally

Many minutes had passed and was sitting in the backseat of a cab which she had boarded to come to the hospital. Her heart beat faster this time that she didn't even know when the cab got to the hospital. Her thoughts were already at the hospital even before she arrived there. Right from home , when the children made mention of their mother being alone in the hospital, she had started having a lot of things run through her . Dulce was just in the care of no other person than the one who has succeeded in getting the father of her children behind bars for the time being. If the doctor could possibly step up and tell such terrible lies in an interview, then he would definitely be able to do a lot worse than the one he already did. What if he kills Dulce? No. No. That can never be. She shook the thoughts off as quickly as it came to her. Warding off negative thoughts was a great priority in a moment like this. However, she still had her tears . If doctor John could do that, then

The reporters were trouping in their numbers and Derek couldn't stop it. He knew it was a bad idea but Aspen's father was like a stubborn old goat, never listening especially when it was a critical situation. Drawing closer to the hoarde of humans trying to get answers out of Mr. Mckinney, Derek put on a straight fist and led the McKinney's out of sight because he knew that Becker was watching them via the news. That was the only way he knew that they were at the police station. Inside the police station, the chief officer came out of his office and was waiting in the clustered hall when he heard that the McKinney's were around. Sighting them, he moved forward to say his greetings as a sign of respect. "Mr. McKinney, a pleasure to meet you," the chief officer said but Aspen's father wasn't in the mood for pleasantries. "This isn't a social call, chief. I guess you know why I am here," McKinney said, putting on a straight face. Cassy and Derek did same too. They were in a messy situ

With each passing day, trouble seemed to find the McKinney's. But Becker derived pleasure from seeing them suffer. With investors pulling out of Aspen's and Derek's company in their numbers, he was thrilled and even more deliberate in making sure that their companies went bankrupt.He sat in his study, his legs placed on the exotic wooden table before him and he puffed a smoke from his lips. He held his cuban cigar in one hand and watched as the wind played around with the curtains by the window.Like a lightning bolt, an idea struck him. In order to maximize the opportunity placed before him, he needed to position himself for it. He took a whig of the whiskey he had in his right hand before placing it back on the table. He picked up his phone from the table and dialed his lawyer's number.It was late at night when his lawyer picked up the phone."Hello? Who is this?" The lawyer asked, his voice husky.Becker scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Damian, I find it funny that you should be in