Fiona's words slurred together as she spoke, her drunkenness making her more reckless. "My father...he killed Lucien's family," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ace's eyes widened in shock, his mind reeling with the implications. "What do you mean?" he demanded, his voice firm.
Fiona's head lolled to one side, but she managed to focus on Ace's face. "I have all the records...of Lucien's father's death," she said, her words slurring together. "It's all on my drive...it's a secret...Wilson's secret."
Ace's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with the implications. He knew that he had to get his hands on that drive, no matter what it took. He gently pried open Fiona's hand, searching for the drive.
As his fingers closed around the small device, he felt a surge of adrenaline. He knew that he had finally found the proof he needed to bring Wilson down.
But as he looked at Fiona, he saw the fear and desperation in her eyes. He knew that she was trapped in a web of deceit and corruption, and that she might not survive if Wilson found out what she had revealed.
Ace's expression remained grim as he slipped the drive into his pocket. He didn't feel any sympathy for Fiona, who had just revealed her family's dark secrets. In fact, he felt a sense of disgust and anger towards her.
Fiona, still drunk and oblivious to Ace's true feelings, leaned forward and whispered, "Please, Ace...you have to promise me you'll keep this secret...Wilson can't find out..."
Ace's eyes narrowed, his voice cold and detached. "Don't worry, Fiona. I'll take care of this. But you're not going anywhere. You're going to stay right here and sleep off that drink."
Fiona nodded, still trusting Ace, and slumped forward, passing out. Ace watched her with a calculating gaze, his mind already racing with plans to use the information on the drive to bring down Wilson and protect Lucien.
Ace carefully lifted Fiona's limp body into his arms, cradling her in a bridal-style carry. He made his way to the car, gently placing her in the passenger seat.
As he drove to the hotel, Fiona remained unconscious, oblivious to her surroundings. Ace's expression was grim, his mind focused on the task ahead.
When they arrived at the hotel, Ace carried Fiona into the lobby, drawing a few curious glances from the staff and guests. He ignored them, his eyes fixed on the elevator.
Once they reached the room, Ace gently placed Fiona on the bed, covering her with a blanket. He then turned his attention to the drive, his mind racing with the implications of what he had just learned.
Fiona stirred, groggily opening her eyes. She looked up at Ace, confusion etched on her face. "Where...where am I?" she slurred.
Ace's expression was cold, detached. "You're in a hotel room, Fiona. You're safe...for now."
The recording on the drive played on, capturing the horrific moment when Lucien's parents were murdered.
"Don't kill us, Wilson!" Lucien's mother pleaded, her voice trembling with fear.
"Lucien has no one!" Lucien's father added, desperation creeping into his voice.
Wilson, Lucien's uncle, responded with a chilling calmness. "That would be your dying wish, dear brother."
A gunshot rang out in the background, and Ace felt a chill run down his spine.
Wilson's voice came on again, this time speaking to someone named Marcus. "Listen, Marcus, this should be our little secret, okay?"
Marcus replied, his voice equally nonchalant. "Sure, man. We'll tell everyone they died in a car accident."
The recording ended, leaving Ace feeling stunned and outraged. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. Wilson, Lucien's own uncle, had brutally murdered his brother and sister-in-law, and had covered it up with a lie.
Ace's eyes were fixed on the drive, his mind reeling with the implications of what he had just heard. He felt a wave of anger and sadness wash over him, thinking about Lucien and what she must have gone through, losing her parents in such a brutal and senseless way.
He knew he had to act fast, to make sure that Wilson paid for his crimes. Ace quickly pulled out his phone and dialed a number, his eyes never leaving the drive.
"Ken, I need you to get over here now," Ace said, his voice firm and urgent. "I have evidence of Wilson's involvement in Lucien's parents' murder. We need to get this to the authorities, ASAP."
Ken's voice was calm and professional on the other end of the line. "I'm on my way, Ace. But we need to be careful. If Wilson is involved, we don't know what he's capable of."
Ace's eyes narrowed, his grip on the phone tightening. "Don't worry, Ken. I've got this under control. Just get here as soon as you can."
As Ace waited for Ken to arrive, he couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of his stomach. He knew that he was taking a risk by going after Wilson, but he was determined to see justice served.
Ace's eyes were fixed on the drive, his mind reeling with the implications of what he had just heard. He felt a wave of anger and sadness wash over him, thinking about Lucien and what she must have gone through, losing her parents in such a brutal and senseless way.
He knew he had to act fast, to make sure that Wilson paid for his crimes. Ace quickly pulled out his phone and dialed a number, his eyes never leaving the drive.
"Ken, I need you to get over here now," Ace said, his voice firm and urgent. "I have evidence of Wilson's involvement in Lucien's parents' murder. We need to get this to the authorities, ASAP."
Ken's voice was calm and professional on the other end of the line. "I'm on my way, Ace. But we need to be careful. If Wilson is involved, we don't know what he's capable of."
Ace's eyes narrowed, his grip on the phone tightening. "Don't worry, Ken. I've got this under control. Just get here as soon as you can."
As Ace waited for Ken to arrive, he couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of his stomach. He knew that he was taking a risk by going after Wilson, but he was determined to see justice served.