Message from an unknown friend

As evening approached, Ophelia awoke feeling more determined. She made her way back downstairs to find Alexander waiting for her in the study.

"Ready to continue?" he asked, looking up from his papers.

"Yes," Ophelia replied. "I need to know everything."

Alexander nodded, his expression serious. "Alright. Let's get to work."

They spent the next few hours poring over documents and devising a plan. Alexander explained the intricacies of Eleanor's financial manipulations and how they could be exposed.

"We need to be strategic," he said. "We can't just go in guns blazing. We need solid evidence and a plan to dismantle their control."

Ophelia was surprised to see all this crucial information. However, she had also researched Alexander thoroughly. He did not have any reasons to use her or something but being helpful to an outsider was definitely something that was bothering her a lot. However, no matter what she could think of, she knew he was not a bad person to start with. And last night was the biggest proof of that. She was in a condition where anything could have happened, but here she was all fine. 

The next morning, Ophelia woke up feeling more determined than ever. After a quick breakfast prepared by Aunt Mili, she joined Alexander in the study. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as they began to formulate a plan.

"We need to start by understanding your family's financials and the power dynamics at play," Alexander said, spreading out documents and charts on the large mahogany desk. "I've already gathered some information, but we'll need to dig deeper."

Ophelia nodded, scanning the documents. "I know a bit about the company's structure. I studied the financial reports when I was preparing to take over. But it looks like I need to dig deeper."

Alexander smiled. "Good. Your skills will be invaluable. We'll start by looking at the financial backing from Eleanor's family. We need to understand the extent of their control."

As they worked through the morning, Ophelia found herself increasingly impressed by Alexander's knowledge and strategic thinking. He was meticulous, leaving no stone unturned. It became clear that he was not just a businessman but a master strategist.

By midday, they had a clearer picture of the financial entanglements. "Eleanor's family has invested heavily in key projects," Alexander explained. "But there are also hidden transactions that suggest they've been siphoning money for their own interests."

Ophelia's eyes narrowed. "So, they're not just investors. They're parasites."

"Exactly," Alexander agreed. "And we need to expose this."

Their conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door. Aunt Mili entered, carrying a tray with lunch. "I thought you two might need a break," she said with a warm smile.

"Thank you, Aunt Mili," Alexander said, taking the tray from her. "You're a lifesaver."

As they ate, Ophelia felt a renewed sense of hope. For the first time in days, she felt like she had a real chance at reclaiming her life.

After lunch, they continued their work, focusing on gathering evidence that could be used to challenge Eleanor's control. They needed to be strategic, careful not to tip their hand too soon.

As the afternoon wore on, Ophelia's phone buzzed with a message. It was from an unknown number, but the content made her blood run cold.

"Meet me at the old park tonight. Alone. There are things you need to know. – A Friend"

Ophelia showed the message to Alexander, her heart pounding. "What do you think?"

Alexander's eyes darkened with concern. "It could be a trap. But it could also be a chance to get valuable information."

"I have to go," Ophelia said, determined in her voice. "I can't ignore this."

"Then I'm coming with you," Alexander insisted. "We'll be prepared for anything."

That evening, as they prepared to leave, Ophelia couldn't shake the feeling that her life was about to change again. She didn't know what awaited her at the park, but she was ready to face it head-on.

As they left the villa, the sun setting behind them, Ophelia felt a mixture of fear and excitement. The path ahead was uncertain, but with Alexander by her side, she felt ready to confront whatever challenges came her way.

They drove in silence, the weight of the upcoming meeting hanging heavily in the air. Ophelia's thoughts raced, her mind filled with questions. Who had sent the message? What did they know? And why did they want to meet in secret?

As they approached the park, Alexander turned to her, his expression serious. "Stay close to me. We don't know what we're walking into."

Ophelia nodded, her heart pounding. She was about to step into the unknown, but she was ready. Whatever secrets awaited her, she would uncover them and take back control of her life.

Alexander had made all the necessary arrangements beforehand. He had dug out all the necessary information just to be sure that there is not going to be another faceoff with the mercenaries. 

To his surprise, there was only one person waiting for Ophelia to show up. Both of them looked at the distance when Ophelia identified the person.

"He is Mark. He works in the financial department for the company. I know him."

Alexander looked at his phone at the information which his secretary Lucas had sent. Details matched!

"Alright, I am standing just here, you go and meet."

Ophelia nodded her head and walked her way there.

The moment Mark noticed Ophelia coming, he stood up and shook his hands with her.

"Miss young madam."

He was still respectful however, Ophelia could sense the disgust in his tone. 

"Why did you ask me to meet here?"

Ophelia was direct with her questions. Mark was also not the one to beat around the bush. He immediately took out a folder and handed it to Ophelia.

"Madam and Master have been searching across the city for you. They want you to sign these documents as soon as possible. Also, for any clarification you are free to contact me anytime. But this document is supposed to be signed within three days. Please let me know when it is done, I will come and collect it." 

Ophelia was confused looking at the red bag in her hand. However, before she could ask anything else, Mark had left.