“It really hurts me to let her go, I had to do it for my family's sake, to avenge their death. That was why I came here, to seek revenge after the culprit had fled and I don't want to take any chances. I really don't want to slip even one bit. I know my feelings for her are so strong, but feelings don't always matter, right? Love comes and goes, right? Maybe it's not meant to be. Or let me say right person, wrong timing…..aaaarrgghh!!! I've been searching for Scott Freedman for months now, and I have a lead. I can't let him escape, not this time,” Arthur was in deep thoughts as he stepped out of the company's building. As he walked away from the Ferguson's company, his heart felt heavy with the weights of his secrets. “She thinks I'm a liar, traitor and a manipulator, that abandoned her at the point of her needs, just like how everyone else left her. I wish I could clear those thoughts from her and get the weight off my shoulders… sadly I can't, not now, there's so much left to

Arthur, his private investigator, Sam and Ryder, were all seated at the allocated location, the old warehouse, where they went over their plan again once more. “It'll be risky to spy on him unarmed,” Ryder spoke first. “What do you suggest?” Sam asked, eyes locking onto him. “I need some sort of weapon, see it like a plan B…. “There's no plan B,”Arthur voiced. His anger laced in his tone. Silence fell between the three men. Arthur knew it was risky, but he was desperate and really needed to take down Scott as soon as possible. He didn't want to lose sight of his mission and he definitely did not want to create room for failure by coming up with any second plan. Just go in and come out. “We need you to spy on them, get past the security,” Arthur pointed out his aim. "I can help you get past Scott's security, but it's going to cost you a lot. Plus, I need to know that our cause is just,” Ryder chipped. “It's for a good cause. I told you beforehand,” Sam interrupted. Ryder nodd

“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 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.

“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