GoodReadEverett watched as they entered the bedroom, feeling a wave of tranquility wash over his heart.
His Bay Residence was once more graced with its lady of the house.
After tidying up the dining room table, Everett retreated to his own bedroom and noticed several missed calls from Kevin.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA glance towards Langston's room prompted him to walk over to the floor-to-ceiling window. He cracked it open for a breath of fresh air before returning Kevin's call.
“Mr. Lopez, regarding the death of Ms. Sanchez’s mother, we've been hitting dead ends,” Kevin sounded defeated. “All potential evidence has been destroyed—medical records, hospital footage, and even the bodyguards stationed at her mother’s door have passed away under suspicious illnesses.” Everett's fingers clenched, the knuckles stark white against his skin.
“It seems they were anticipating my investigation.” “There is... another way we could find out the cause of Ms. Sanchez’s mother’s death,” Kevin said hesitantly.
But before he could elaborate, Everett dismissed the idea outright.
“If Dorothy found out | exhumed her mother’s remains, she'd never forgive me.” Silence fell on the other end.
“To erase traces this thoroughly, Heather couldn't have acted alone.” Everett was convinced his mother had a hand in this.
Again, it was her doing! What Everett feared most wasn't uncovering Heather's involvement; it was the possibility that his mother was deeply implicated in the affair.
“Also, Mr. Lopez, the owner of that warehouse we were investigating has mysteriously vanished. The strand of hair we found there matches the DNA—Langston was definitely held captive by those people.” “Keep searching. | want them found, dead or alive.” “Understood, Mr. Lopez.” After ending the call, Everett looked out the window, his eyes revealing a deep-seated resentment.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe dialed his mother, who was abroad. As soon as she picked up, he didn’t wait for her to speak before his voice cut through the line, cold as ice.
“There should be limits to your betrayal.” “Who do you think you're talking to?” Amanda's fury flared instantly. “Everett, you've grown bold, threatening your own mother for a woman?” Rubbing his temples, his tone was stern, “Tell me the truth. How involved were you in the death of Dorothy’s mother?” “Dorothy’s mother? Should | know who she is? You're out of your mind, blaming everything on your mother!” “I know Heather is implicated, but you...you'd better have only spoken on Heather's behalf, not acted on it.” The thought of his mother actually being involved was unbearable.
That would take things in a completely different direction.
“Stop blaming everything on Heather! She's been working her heart out for Lopez Corporation. Our clean reputation to this day is thanks to her efforts!” Amanda trembled at the memory of that harrowing event. “Without Heather's intervention, | would have been the one tortured, and Lopez Corporation would have become the world’s laughingstock. We owe her!” “Mom, what exactly happened when you were kidnapped?” Everett had wanted to ask for details since the incident, but Amanda had kept silent, and any inquiries were met with sudden health scares.
There was a long pause on the other end before Amanda finally sighed.
“My son, to save me, Heather was dragged into a dark room by a gang of men... and they... they brutalized her!”
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