Her Midnight Billionaire

Chapter 4: The Chase

The morning daylight separated through the floor-to-roof windows of Alexander's penthouse, projecting a delicate sparkle over the family room. Grace mixed from her rest on the lounge chair, her brain still hazy from the prior night.

As she gradually woke up, the occasions of the celebration replayed to her like a grainy newsreel. The Count's secretive words, the covered burglars, the disarray and fear. She realized she was unable to let it go - she expected to figure out what had occurred.

Alexander was at that point conscious, tasting some espresso as he read the morning paper. Grace couldn't resist the opportunity to see the title embellished across the first page: "Tycoon Focused on by Burglars in Veiled Heist."

"I see you're as of now state-of-the-art on the news," Grace said, her voice rough from rest.

Alexander turned upward from the paper, his demeanor grave. "It appears to be our little episode is standing out as truly newsworthy," he said, his voice low and serious.

Grace gestured, her heart sinking as she thought about the Count's destiny.

"I need to figure out what occurred," she said, the words tumbling out in a hurry. "I can't simply stay here and sit idle."

Alexander read up to her briefly, as though gauging her assurance. "Grace, this is a risky game you're playing," he said finally. "On the off chance that you begin getting clarification on pressing issues, you probably won't care for the responses you find."

Grace felt a glimmer of dread in her chest, however she shoved it to the side. "I know," she said, her voice consistent. "In any case, I can't simply let this go."

Alexander moaned, putting the paper down on the foot stool. "Okay," he said. "In the event that you do this, you should watch out. Individuals you're managing won't hesitate to utilize brutality to get what they need."

Grace gestured, a feeling of direction filling her as she stood up from the love seat. "I'm prepared," she said, her voice loaded up with resolve. "Where do we begin?"

"We start with individuals nearest to the Count," Alexander said, his brain previously turning over the conceivable outcomes.

"In the first place, we really want to figure out who the Count's partners were," Alexander expressed, standing up and crossing to the kitchen counter. "Any of them might have been associated with the burglary."

He got a scratch pad and pen, writing down a rundown of names. "There's the Count's protector, Marcus. He's the person who normally handles the security for these occasions. And afterward there's his bookkeeper, Milton. He saves the books for the Count organizations."

Grace gestured, her psyche dashing as she attempted to sort out the riddle.

"We'll have to converse with them both," Grace said, her psyche zeroed in on the job that needed to be done. "However, we must watch out. They probably won't converse with us."

Alexander's forehead wrinkled as he naturally suspected. "That is valid," he said, tapping his pen against his jawline. "However, perhaps we don't need to straightforwardly converse with them. Perhaps we can figure out what we really want to be aware of through different channels."

Grace's eyes augmented as the thought came to fruition. "That is to say, we could follow them?" she proposed, her voice low and conspiratorial.

Alexander gave a little, practically impalpable gesture. "Precisely," he said, a slight grin playing at the sides of his mouth. "We follow them, see where they go, who they converse with. Perhaps we can figure out something that way."

Grace's heart dashed with energy at the possibility of revealing reality. "That is great," she said, her eyes sparkling earnestly. "We can begin with Marcus. He should know something."

"Okay," Alexander said, his voice touched with energy. "Marcus it is. We'll begin with him."

Grace and Alexander left the loft and flagged down a taxi, giving the driver Marcus' location. As they rode through the city roads, Grace couldn't shake the idea that they were being watched. She continued looking through the window, looking for any difficult situations.

However, they come to Marcus' home without happening. The overwhelming protector's home was situated in a tranquil suburb, very much kept up with and secure.

Grace and Alexander traded a speedy look prior to getting out of the taxi. "Keep in mind," Alexander murmured. "We're only two concerned residents searching for data.

They moved toward Marcus' entryway, and Grace rang the doorbell. She could hear strides drawing nearer from the opposite side, and her heart pounded ridiculously in her chest.

The entryway opened up, uncovering Marcus' strong edge. His eyes limited as he concentrated on the two guests.

"Might I at any point help you?" he asked, his tone somewhat protected.

"We're simply wanting to talk with you briefly," Grace said, her voice as consistent as she could make due. "About the Count."

Marcus' eyes flashed with what could have been acknowledgement. "Shouldn't something be said about him?" he inquired.

Grace took a full breath, attempting to keep a cool head. "We were at the function the previous evening," she said, watching Marcus' face intently for any touch of feeling. "We were contemplating whether you could inform us anything regarding the looters, or why they could have designated the Count."

Marcus' eyes limited. "I know nothing about that," he said, his voice level. "That is a matter for the police."

Grace's heart sank. It appeared to be that Marcus would not have been useful. She opened her mouth to say more, however Alexander talked first.

"See, Marcus," Alexander said, his voice quiet yet firm. "We realize that you were close with the Count. Furthermore, we realize that you should be stressed over him. All we're requesting is a touch of help, for figuring out reality."

Grace could see Marcus' jaw grip as he thought about Alexander's words. He was by all accounts gauging the gamble of conversing with them against the gamble of not conversing with them.

At last, he murmured. "Fine," he said, his voice scarcely over a murmur. "Come in."

Grace and Alexander followed Marcus inside, their nerves shivering with expectation. They wound up in a clean, very much outfitted lounge, the walls enhanced with outlined photographs of Marcus in different combative techniques.

Marcus shut the entryway behind them and motioned for them to sit down. He remained in the focal point of the room, his arms got over his chest.

"What is it that you need to be aware of?" he asked, his eyes fixed on Grace and Alexander.

"What could you at any point educate us concerning the Count's foes?" Grace asked, her voice scarcely over a murmur.

"Victor was a partner of the Count's, a long while back," Marcus proceeded, his voice taking on a dim tone. "He was a splendid researcher, yet he had some...ideas that the Count disagreed with."

"What sort of thoughts?" Grace asked, her brain turning with conceivable outcomes.

"I can't say without a doubt," Marcus said, his face serious. "Yet, I realize that the Count and Victor had a spat. What's more, Victor was terminated from the organization. He was enraged, and he swore retribution."

Grace's heartbeat revived.

"What occurred after Victor was terminated?" Alexander asked, his brain dashing with the potential outcomes.

Marcus shook his head. "I don't have any idea. I forgot about him after that. Be that as it may, in the event that he's the one behind the burglary, the Include is in considerably surprisingly peril."

Grace's psyche was staggering. "Be that as it may, why assault the occasion? Why not pursue the Count straightforwardly?"

Marcus shrugged. "Perhaps he needed to embarrass him, cause him to feel frail," he proposed. "Or on the other hand perhaps there was something at the celebration he needed to take."