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Detective Joe turned to Scott with a serious expression and stated, "Rinalisa William does not have a twin sister, sir."
At thirty years old, Joe was a private investigator who worked for Scott, a billionaire known for his ruthless tactics. Before Joe could elaborate further on his findings, Scott abruptly stood up from his plush office chair. As he laughed coldly, he shot back, "Is she attempting to trick me?" Enraged, Scott stormed out of his lavish office, with Joe hastily trailing behind him.
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Rinalisa felt a wave of dread wash over her as she watched Scott burst into the room, his face contorted with rage. "You dare to play tricks on me!" he roared, emphasizing his anger with a brutal slap across her face.
James, Rinalisa's father, who was a forty-year-old driver, defended his daughter passionately. "My daughter did not lie to you; we are being honest!" he insisted vehemently. Scott merely smirked at the defiance, and in response, he retaliated angrily, "You think you can speak back to me, right? You, the father of a murderer!" With a malicious grin, Scott swung his fist and struck James in the face. Grace, Rinalisa's mother, rushed forward to shield her husband from Scott's wrath.
"I swear I will make you feel the same pain I am feeling right now," Scott warned Rinalisa as he crouched down to her level, causing her to instinctively back away in fear.
As if sensing the tension, three intimidating bodyguards barged into the room and forcibly dragged Rinalisa's parents away. "Please, don't hurt them!" Rinalisa cried out desperately, trying to grab onto Scott's legs, but he kicked her away contemptuously.
"Let me make this more entertaining for you to witness," Scott said with a wicked grin as he pulled Rinalisa outside to see her parents being tied up against their will. Her heart raced as petrol was doused over them, her eyes grew wide in horror at his cruel commands.
"Burn them and leave nothing behind," he coldly instructed.
"No, no, please don't do this!" Rinalisa screamed in panic, tears flowing down her cheeks uncontrollably. She wanted to run to them, but the horrifying sound of her parents screaming engulfed her, causing her to freeze in place. Her world spun out of control as she dropped to her knees, helplessly watching her beloved parents consumed by flames.
"Happy birthday, Rina!" Gloria, Rinalisa's mother, cried out amidst the chaos of the fire, pushing Rinalisa over the edge as she fainted from the unbearable tragedy.
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In another part of town, at the busy CEI REPORTING STATION, an affluent middle-aged woman named Doona Levi entered with an air of confidence. When the employees noticed her, they immediately stopped what they were doing and bowed respectfully.
Taking a seat, she crossed her legs elegantly and removed her sunglasses. "Where is Mole?" she asked, a note of urgency in her voice. A man hurried over upon hearing her call.
"I want this published; I want everyone to be talking about it," she commanded, handing him a file with authority.
With a bright smile, she announced, "I have someone new to introduce to all of you." A young lady then stepped in, leaving everyone in shock.
"Stella Rowels," they whispered to one another as Mole approached Doona cautiously.
"Ma'am, she's Scott's ex. Why is she here?" he questioned, but a stern glance from Doona made him retreat.
"I know this is surprising, but I'm here to help," Stella said reassuringly as Doona stepped away to take a phone call.
As she glanced at the incoming call, she hesitated, initially ignoring it until her annoyance got the better of her. "Who is this?" she barked, her voice laced with irritation.
"Don't raise your voice at me, you deceitful woman," the caller shot back, prompting Doona to study her phone before continuing to listen intently.
"I have a gift for you," the mysterious voice said, nearly hanging up before a video popped up on her screen, taking her by surprise. "Who are you?" she asked, attempting to maintain her composure.
Meanwhile, at a lively club, Mike Levi, a twenty-two-year-old who was known for charming women, made quite the grand entrance, creating a stir among the female patrons. He made his way to the VIP lounge, settling into a corner seat, ordering drinks from a waitress. Right before she left, he playfully smacked her, causing her to tense up in annoyance before walking away.
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