Alex made a conference call with his friends. The call went through with the first ring.
Alex: Are there girls around?
Stefan: Erica is in the bathroom.
Samuel: And I'm in my study.
Alex nodded his head and moved closer to his laptop, and his hands clasped together. He relaxed his tightened jaw and exhaled sharply.
Alex: Veronica is alive.
The room fell silent before anyone could react. Stefan left his room.
Samuel: How did you know? Isn't she dead?
Stefan: Wait. Who's Veronica?
Samuel filled Stefan in.
Samuel: How?
Alex: I retrieved footage from Fresh Greens. And she killed Maximus.
Samuel & Stefan: SHIT!
Samuel: I knew she was a psychopath. I warned you.
Alex leaned against his chair. His hand brushed against his face.
Stefan: What's the plan?
Alex: We need to find out who is behind all this and find Avery.
Samuel: Greyson. He might know something.
Alex: What makes you think he'd help us?
Stefan: Oh, he will. Trust me.
*********** Next Day****
A message from Erica flashed on his phone. He furrowed his brows when he read the message.
It was about Red Bull.
"Strange," Greyson muttered.
Erica only called him when it concerned Red Bull or Avery. He relaxed his shoulders and slipped his phone into his pocket.
"I won't be coming home for dinner," he said to the women in his living room.
Larrisa knew the words were meant for Emy and not her. Emerade was staying with them until modelling wrapped.
Greyson nodded before he headed to the door when she didn't get any response from Emy.
Greyson frowned when he received the location of their meeting place. He cross-checked if this was the right place. It didn't seem like Erica to call him to a place like this. He shrugged it off. Erica was unpredictable sometimes.
He pushed the door open to the VIP room.
He paused.
He raised his brow at the men occupying the seats.
He knew it. It wasn't Erica who sent the message.
Of course, it was these bastards.
Greyson tilted his head and placed his hands in his pockets.
"It's a pleasure to meet you guys," he said, giving them a tight smile. "Let's make this quick, shall we?" he pulled a chair and faced them.
"Where's Avery?" Alex asked coldly.
Greyson scoffed.
"And how am I supposed to know? Isn't he your wife?"
"Don't act dumb. I know you want information about Red Bull. Let's cut to the chase. You tell me where my wife is, and I'd hand over what you need," Alex said
Greyson's jaw tightened. His breathing turned harsh.
Erica couldn't give him what he wanted. She had some limits.
Alex didn't.
He leaned back in his chair, and he folded his arms.
"What do you want to know?"
"Where is my wife?"
"I told you I don't know."
The chair squeaked when he pushed it back, and the sound of hands slamming on the table filled the room.
"Don't you work with the girls? Why don't you know?" Samuel asked
Greyson leaned forward, his finger on his chin.
" They don't tell me everything. I do some hacking for them, and Erica makes sure that I have what I need.