Chapter Forty Three: Carlos After Kathryn.

"Thank you so much for taking care of us, Doctor Ferdinand " Kathryn thanked the team of doctors and nurses that took care of them.

Kathryn signed their discharge papers before officially being discharged from the ward.

A frenzy of flashing cameras greeted Kathryn, Rebecca, and Yvette as they emerged from the hospital, stepping onto the porch. The paparazzi had pounced on the opportunity, bombarding the trio with a barrage of questions and assumptions.

"President Kathryn, who do you believe orchestrated the attack on you?" a reporter called out, their voice filled with eagerness and a hunger for scandalous details.

"President Kathryn, were your own men responsible for the beheading of the gunmen?" another journalist prodded, attempting to fuel the speculations.

"There is a rumor circulating that President Davin stayed the night in your ward. Can you provide any comment on that?" came yet another inquiry, laced with a mix of curiosity and voyeurism.

The reporters persisted, their relentless questioning and assumptions aimed at eliciting a reaction or revelation from the trio. However, the imposing presence of their formidable security detail formed an impenetrable barrier, preventing the reporters from encroaching too close.

Aided by the vigilant security team, the girls found respite in the waiting car, successfully evading the tempest of paparazzi. Inside the vehicle, Rebecca could not contain her annoyance, venting her frustrations. "Damn these paparazzi! It's never-ending," she exclaimed, her tone a mix of exasperation and irritation.

Kathryn, weary from the whirlwind of events, merely let out a tired sigh as she leaned back, resting her head against the car's headrest. The weight of the media scrutiny and relentless intrusion took its toll, causing her thoughts to swirl in a whirlwind of weariness and contemplation.

After a thirty-minute journey, their convoy arrived at the majestic Da Castle estate. The main property loomed before them, an impenetrable fortress safeguarding its inhabitants. In response to the relentless attacks Kathryn had faced, Arthur had taken significant measures to bolster their security, leaving no room for any uninvited guest to breach their defenses.

Stepping out of the vehicle, Kathryn's eyes scanned the meticulously coordinated formations of security personnel, a sight that prompted her to voice her concern.

"Arthur, really, this level of security seems excessive," she remarked, her tone laden with a mix of skepticism and understanding.

Arthur, firm in his conviction, met Kathryn's comment head-on. "It's necessary, Kathryn," he replied, his voice carrying an air of assurance and determination.

"Da Castle is renowned for possessing the most sophisticated and impenetrable security outfit in the entire country. However, we cannot afford to be complacent. These additional measures ensure our safety and peace of mind amidst the threats we face."

Yvette, captivated by the intricate architectural details within the mansion, found herself enthralled by the grandeur before her. The opulence exceeded any of her previous encounters.

Kathryn, ever the gracious host, beckoned for Yvette to follow her. "Come, let me show you to your room," she called out, interrupting Yvette's awe-struck admiration. Guiding her towards a neighboring room, Kathryn revealed a luxurious bedroom complete with state-of-the-art amenities, including an impressive shower system.

"I truly hope you find it to your liking. If you have any questions or require anything, feel free to knock on my room or Rebecca's," Kathryn assured Yvette warmly. Sensing Yvette's hesitancy, Kathryn's smile widened.

"Actually, I'd be happy to answer any questions you may have now. What would you like to know about these remarkable buttons?" she inquired, directing her attention to the bathing equipment within the lavish bathroom.

With patience and kindness, Kathryn proceeded to explain and demonstrate how the various buttons operated, ensuring that Yvette felt at ease and knowledgeable about the state-of-the-art amenities at her disposal.

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"So what do you have for me" Carlos asked the private investigator that was ushered into his office. The man handed him a folder that contained documents and pictures of Davin.

"He is currently the leader and Director of Zetrov, one of the biggest conglomerates in the country, have atleast over hundred subsidiaries to his name all over the world. He is a well respected and ruthless business man that is feared by his competitors, has the most elite security detail, he is practically untouchable" the Private investigator said observing carlos reaction to the information.

"Hmmm" carlos muttered as he went through the information in files.

Carlos' inquiry hung heavily in the air, his voice laced with curiosity and a tinge of concern. "What exactly is the connection between him and Davina?" he questioned, wanting to delve deeper into the matter.

The man, possessing a wealth of information, leaned in, his voice taking on a hushed tone as he revealed intriguing details. "Currently, he is unattached, but whispers have been circulating that suggest he has entered into a clandestine relationship with none other than Kathryn Patrova, the CEO of Star Corporations. Rumor has it that he was spotted leaving her hospital room the day after she was discharged. We have photographic evidence attached to the files, if you'd like to have a look."

Carlos clenched his teeth in frustration, his anger simmering beneath the surface. "Her name is Davina, and it still is," he snapped, his voice brimming with a mix of protectiveness and insistence.

As he furiously turned the pages of the folder in front of him, his eyes caught sight of a picture that stirred a deep sense of unease within him. It depicted Kathryn and Davin dancing intimately at the anniversary event—a sight that unsettled him, highlighting the undeniable connection between the two.

Turning another page, a photograph captured Davin's car emerging from the upscale estate where Kathryn resided.

Other snapshots captured the comments of Netizens, eagerly shipping the pair and christening them the hottest couple in the country. Carlos couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy and confusion, his thoughts swirling in a maelstrom of emotions as he grappled with the implications of these captured moments.

In a fit of frustration, Carlos hurled the folder onto the floor, the papers scattering like leaves in the wind. His breath seethed with an undercurrent of anger and resentment as he struggled to rein in his flaring emotions.

Seeking solace, he reached for a glass of whiskey, the liquid's fiery warmth coursing down his throat, momentarily easing his tumultuous state. With gritted teeth, he summoned one of his trusted associates into his office.

"Have you made the inquiries I tasked you with regarding that particular company?" Carlos demanded, his voice tinged with urgency.

The associate nodded, his expression serious. "Yes, sir. We approached the CEO as instructed, presenting our offer. However, he vehemently rejected it and promptly showed us the door," he reported, emphasizing the CEO's unwavering stance against the proposed deal.

Carlos, fueled by determination and a desire to claim victory, turned to the private investigator who stood nearby, his gaze locked in determination.

"Unleash your resources. I want every shred of dirt, every hidden secret on that CEO of Avalon Corp," he commanded, his voice resolute.

A cloud of smoke escaped Carlos' lips as he took a contemplative drag from his cigarette, the tendrils dancing in the air like his plans taking shape.

"Make sure you obtain everything within a week," he continued, his tone laced with a steely resolve. "I want the acquisition to be completed by next week. There's a surprise I have in store for Davin," he remarked, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

Confident in his strategy, he swiftly dismissed his team, leaving no room for doubt that his ambitions would soon bear fruit.