Chapter Thirteen: Shadows
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Immediately, Moscow parked his car and saw Elena with the woman. He quickly got out of his car.
"Oh, I see. There you are, trying to bribe the woman," Moscow walked closer and shouted.
"What are you doing here?"
The lady, who noticed that they wanted to quarrel, and who was very tired after coming back from work, left them and went inside her home.
"You are asking me what I am doing here. I would have asked you that question."
"You and your boss are not capable—trying to bribe; the evidence is an offence."
Moscow quickly took out his phone and snapped Elena secretly, pretending that he wanted to dial a number and make a call.
"I will make sure that everybody knows you are the real culprit here, trying to cover up your mess and arresting my boss."
Moscow showed her her picture after he sent the picture to Morgan's phone.
Seeing her picture, she froze and forced herself to breathe.
She knew the consequences if her father found out what she was doing.
She forced herself to talk, trying to hide her pains so that it would not be noticeable.
Are you trying to threaten me or what?
I am not threatening you; I am just showing you my proof that you also will be arrested and why you secretly came to visit the man.
Elena laughed so hard, "You are showing me proof? What are you then doing here if you don't want to secretly tell the man what to do?"
Let's see who wins; don't forget I have already recorded everything down.
Moscow walked closer to where the door was and knocked.
Elena began to shiver. At first, she knew what to say, but right now she doesn't want to get into any problem with her dad or receive another public humiliation. The first one she received from Morgan up till now she is still feeling the pain.
You think you can threaten me, right? Let's see who will cry last.
Just then, an old woman opened the door.
Moscow looked at her gently in the eyes. "Please, madam, I am looking for..." he tried to remember the name they told him.
"Daniel Pickford," Elena helped him out.
"Is that why you guys were disturbing my peace?"
"We are sorry about that," Moscow apologized.
"My son, my only son."
"Some men came last night and took him."
Both of them were shocked. "There is someone behind this. There is someone who cleaned the evidence and took the security man away. Who could it be? Is it David or her dad?" Elena's heart began to pound.
Finally, you have taken him away," Moscow left her standing as he entered his car and drove out of the compound.
"Did you see the people who took him? Did you notice their faces?"
"No, wait, yes. I saw a dragon mark on the leader's right hand."
"Thank you for the information. I will get back to you, and I will make sure your son is safe and alive.”
The woman nodded her head as tears rolled down her eyes.
Elena hugged her and then left the place.
She drove to the station.
While at the station, Natasha stood beside Morgan, looking at him.
"You ruined your life for me," Natasha whispered.
Morgan smiled coldly.
"No."
He looked at the CCTV camera.
"I ruined it for love."
Tears rolled down her eyes as both of them looked at themselves.
Without taking any moment, both of them kissed each other.
Just then, Moscow came in; both of them stopped immediately.
He looked at Natasha, feeling like he was the one who was kissing her, then looked at Morgan, feeling so bad for him. Your business is collapsing, and you are in prison; the only thing you can think about is kissing a girl.
"Boss, there is an issue."
"What is it this time around?"
The mother of the security guard, whose name is Daniel Pickford, said that some unknown men took him away.
Morgan's eyes widened. "What did you mean by that?"
He knew the consequences; he needed solid evidence for him to leave the prison. If not, he was not going anywhere and could be jailed for life.
"Tell me no, tell me no, tell me no," Morgan walked effortlessly around the place as he started breathing fast and acting like someone who has a mental health issue.
Natasha tried to calm him down, but he removed her hands from his body.
I also saw Elena there.
Morgan paused and smiled. "Did you have any evidence of her there?"
"Yes, boss. I took her picture and recorded her voice."
"That is nice, but next time, speak faster. Do you want to put me in hell?"
Moscow slowly laughed.
Just then, the D.P.O came forward and looked at them.
"Sir, you can go now. We are no longer charging you again for the murder case; it is now clear."
"What is clear? I don't understand," Morgan asked with surprise.
"Everything is clear, sir."
Or, what is because of Elena's picture that Moscow took? Morgan asked him.
I am not giving up on this case; I will go to court because I have solid evidence now, not Natasha anymore.
The time has already passed, Mr. Morgan; just go home in peace and not with pieces.
Why would they close my case?
The whole matter has been dissolved and your name has been cleared; you can now go.
I am still coming back to hear the full story because right now, the story is not yet clear again.
You are no longer a victim, and you are still saying the story is no longer clear; you would have been rejoicing, at least they now have the real victims.
I don't care; I am coming back for you.
Morgan opened the door as they went outside the station; a lot of reporters and photographers were outside waiting for them to do some interviews.
Just then, an unknown old man appeared from the crowd as he went to meet the reporters and photographers.
The man pointed directly at Natasha with trembling hands.
"That girl is my daughter."
Natasha stepped backward in shock as Morgan held her hands.
“I don’t even know you,” she whispered.
The reporters moved closer aggressively; flashlights exploded everywhere.
Then the man brought out an old photo; a little girl in the picture looked exactly like Natasha.
Morgan’s eyes widened; Elena was in serious shock and surprised.
“Her real name is not Natasha.”
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