When Love Comes Late by PASSION

The night turned out to be anything but calm.

The news of a fire at Stellas warehouse quickly made headlines and soon, it was all over the internet, stirring widespread discussion.

Sanford was seated in his study, his stern expression illuminated by the Light.

He dialed a number and gave instructions to the person on the other end.

Ensure the incident of the fire at the warehouse is handled quietly.

Matthew will be investigating, and we need to make sure it doesnt lead back to us.

Also, send more supplies to Stellas studio so her work isnt too disrupted.

After sorting out everything, Sanford hung up, but just then, the phone rang again.

He glanced at the caller ID, hesitated briefly, and then answered with a respectful tone, Grandpa. A strong, elderly voice responded, clearly displeased, Sanford, youre moving too slowly.

Sanford quickly replied, Im on it.

will expedite

old man said firmly, Dont let me

too focused on

dont see improvements soon, Ill have to intervene

as he fought to keep his voice

trust of Stella and the Lowell family, but

more time to discover

old man cut in sharply, Im not

I want results.

You have three months.

to explain further,

was abruptly

to the window, staring into the dark night, lost

up his phone

gaze turned deep and mysterious, as if a new conspiracy

sunlight filtered through the small gap