Chapter Ninety Eight

Richard’s POV.

I walked into my father’s office with a sense of unease gnawing at me, my thoughts swirling with the

gravity of the situation he was in. Raymond, my father, stood by the window, his gaze fixed on the

outside as he looked to be deep in thought.

As I entered, he turned towards me, a strained smile gracing his features. “My son, I didn’t expect

you to get back so soon,” he said. “It’s good to see you.”

I offered a brief nod as I approached him, the worry for my father evident in my gaze. “Bianca had

arranged for a private plane, so coming back wasn’t an issue,” I explained, noticing the stretch

lines on his forehead were now more prominent..

Standing in front of him, I couldn’t help but voice the question that weighed heavily on my mind–a

question I was afraid of asking. “How are you holding up, Father? Are you okay?” I inquired, hoping that he’d be honest with me about how he was really doing, no matter how bad it was.

Raymond shrugged nonchalantly, an air of composure masking his emotions. “As you can see, I’m doin

just fine. It was a bit of a shake–up, I admit, but I know I’ll be alright. I just need to sort

things out as quickly as possible,” he assured me.

Sighing softly, I implored my father to share with me the details of what had transpired and explain the seriousness of the accusations that had been leveled against him. “Father, please tell me what

happened. Why are the police suddenly accusing you of drug use?”

His weary smile did not falter as he motioned for me to take a seat. We settled into the chairs

across from each other, the air heavy with a nerve–racking tension. “Let me start from the

beginning,” he said.

how the men had arrived at

substance abuse. “They claimed they had received an anonymous tip,” he explained. “I denied the accusations, Richard, and I told them I’ve

my life, nor do I know anything they’re talking about. But they already believe I’ve been using

doesn’t make sense. They can’t just haul

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faltered for a moment, a shadow of doubt crossing his features as he paused, lost

his thoughts.

Do the cops have any evidence to back up

father let out a tired sigh before responding. “Yes, Richard. They presented evidence they came across after they had searched my apartment in Las Vegas. According to them, they found about a hundred grams of cocaine in my office there, and that’s what they’re using to launch a

our main companies and their

with illegal money.”

thought of my father being involved in such a thing was incomprehensible, and the fact that

swear to you, I’ve never

up in my apartment. It’s

it hard to reconcile his words with the reality of the situation, and to make matters worse,

had mentioned that he was on a

that my father, the man I looked up to, had been hiding that

me all this time?

they’re not yours, then how did drugs end up in your apartment in Las Vegas, Dad? What happene while you were there? Did anything strange happen?” I pressed, desperate for answers and

make sense of

the shocking revelation about the drugs found in my

before suddenly revealing that there was something he had kept hidden from

haven’t told

a party organized by Michael Torres, one of my

I met this woman who introduced herself as a contractor, he replied.

story. “Go on, Dad. What happened with this woman?” I prodded, trying to piece

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