"Hi! My name is Angela Wade," Trixie introduced her name properly to Denny. "Denny Vero. Nice to meet you," Denny courteously replied.He stood up from his seat as soon as he saw Trisha walking over with a lady behind the waiter. "My husband will be joining us for lunch; I hope you do not mind," Trixie announced as she shook hands with Denny."Of course not. I owe so much to miss this chance to express my gratitude," Denny politely replied. Then he looked behind the two ladies to check where the husband was. "Where...?""He will be here any moment, and I will have to fetch him by the lobby to make sure he finds us," Trixie answered.Trixie noticed he was looking around and was about to ask where her husband was, so she did not make the man wait; she answered before Denny got to finish his question. Denny smiled and nodded."Please have a seat," he guided the other lady to a chair he pulled for her to sit down.Trixie smiled. She was impressed. This man seems to be well-mannered, col
His answer made Denny think of what Don Carlo could be doing for a living. And there are possible answers that he could think of, but he never took this very stylish and attractive man according to his age. Ever since Don Carlo arrived, Denny discretely studied his features. Denny also noticed the gap between the couple's ages. Don Carlo has a blend of black and white complexions of his neatly trimmed, clean haircut. His face seemed to be smiling all the time, especially when he looked at his wife. His voice and tone are soft. And doting his Angel was as patent as the rhythmical throbbing of his pulse. And the lady was not only receptive, but she was also equally responsive and expressive. They indeed are a couple by heart. Had they not mentioned their last names when they introduced themselves, Denny would have never known they were not legally married. Not that he minds, but they are so romantic even in their ages that no one would ever doubt them as deeply in love with each other
"Who sent you!?" Denny asked in a calm, fierce tone. The guy tied in a chair felt annoyed that this question kept being asked the same questions to which he honestly had the same answer."Just like I have told everyone else, I know her by the name Lady Red," the captive spoke with an exhausted face. Don Carlo and Denny looked at each other. Denny was trying to see if Don Carlo had any idea who this Lady Red might be. But the older man shook his head. So, Denny turned to the man to the chair again."Why would you do it? Money?" Denny asked with a sneer again."I didn't want to," the guy told them everything Caroline told him. "So, she promised to give you money?" Asked Don Carlo. "How, where, and when?""She was supposed to call me. But I guess I had lost my phone when one of your men attacked me," he sounded worried and relieved at the same time. If he had his phone and Lady Red called, he would have to answer her call. And he won't be able to report his failure. A minor delay in
"What do you want me to do?" the guy asked.Denny stated everything the guy was supposed to do. "You will have to walk into the gambling house and hang out as if waiting for her; tell her you lost your phone. If she asks what happened to your target, tell her you need another chance because someone interfered.""Is that all?" Asked the guy."We will install a hidden mic and recorder in you and a camera on your eyeglasses or a button of your shirt. We need solid proof of who the person is so we can bring this thing to justice. Whoever she is, justice must be served," Denny added with a stern tone."When do you want to do this, Denny?" Asked Don Carlo. He was listening carefully, and he was also keenly observing how he could help to let their plan take place. "We will need to prepare everything he needed and a few men to assist him inside the gambling house. We will watch nearby as we listen and watch through the monitor connected to his camera and microphone in a car nearby. A soon a
In Don Carlo's office, the host led Denny to sit with him at his office's receiving area. "Don't worry about the two ladies; I have my men guarding them. Trisha will be safe as my Angel when they are together," Don Carlo assured Denny. He was smiling helplessly as he shook his head, thinking about what his Angel told him on the way to the restaurant earlier. "Did you know that my wife was stabbed by the knife that was supposed to hit Trisha?""What? How?" Denny asked in great horror. He had no idea what Don Carlo was talking about. Trixie nor Trisha did not mention anything about being stabbed. Don Carlo was not surprised by Denny's reaction. His Angel told him about not having the chance to tell the young Vero about it because Trisha was with them the whole time. Besides, she made sure her wound was not noticeable. "She noticed the attacker and grabbed Trisha to her embrace to keep the girl safe. She did not see what kind of weapon it was. Still, the doctor who attended her wound
Denny had no way to clarify his predicament to Don Carlo aside from telling him his life story the same way he did to Trisha. From his birth childhood up to the latest visit, an unpleasant visit he got at home from Denisse. "I am not sure my life story makes sense to you, but her threat that day doesn't seem to connect with what is happening right now. And as far as I know, my sister is similar to a roaring tiger without fangs; the worst that she did to me was annoy and verbally hurt me," Denny stated, totally baffled. Don Carlo silently nodded as he kept his ears all open for Denny. Then he saw the young Vero fished his phone out of his pocket and swiped it a few times on its screen."If you can remember the guy's description to the Lady Red, whom he said gave him the orders, please tell me if she looks like this," Denny moved closer to hand his phone to Don Carlo."Well, the hair and face could change, but the way he detailed the feature doesn't resemble this one," Don Carlo said.
They had everything planned well. Scott briefed his boss along with Mister Denny Vero about the details, from the tiniest one, the possible challenge in this task, the alternate plans if the one fails, the spot where everyone would be taking their posts, and many more. It took almost a few hours for them to clear everything up, made as a short drill if every mic and camera was working well and properly. Denny had to inform his secretary that he won't make it to return to his office after lunch today but would drop by to pick up the urgent papers that needed his signs later on his way home, so he asked for them to be prepared on his table. "What are you going to do if you find out who is behind all these?" Asked Don Carlo. Denny sighed."Honestly, right now, I am so pissed that I want to put whoever she is behind bars and make sure Trisha is safe after all of this," Denny could not help his teeth clenching in anger. "But I am more curious as to who could be doing all of these. I do n
Evening came.Trisha did not notice it was getting dark already because the whole studio where Trixie was training a batch of service girls was dimly lit ever since they arrived. She decided to stay beside her mentor and refresh her lessons while observing around her. "I will do my online homework later tonight or tomorrow," Trisha smiled as she assured Trixie that she was fine even if she missed her lessons today. The count of hours of her classes is not per day, it falls on a total counting by the week, so she could do her make-up class by completing the hours required of twenty-five for the whole week. And so far, she doesn't have to worry sinceit is just the start of the week. Trixie did not insist; she also wanted Trisha's presence by her side, so they sat side by side in the training studio while the service girls were rehearsing strip, pole, and lap dance steps. It wasn't the scheduled lessons today, but Trixie adjusted and changed them to easier ones which she would not need