Jared had no idea what happened and how the entire nation had started to suspect him. He was still trying to come up with plans to deal with Maggie and the other women who were out to destroy him, and at the same time, handle the men with whom he had an enmity. He was also trying to catch hold of all the men in Noah's group, who all of a sudden had stopped contacting him.

Though he had an inkling as to what might have happened to them after not being able to speak to them for long, Jared was still hoping to get hold of at least one man, someone, anyone who could give him the status in Noah's team. But there was no response from them whatsoever.

Also, his search for Maggie was not giving him any fruits. The girl had run away with proof that could destroy him forever, and his priority was to get to her before she struck him first. However, to him, she just seemed to have vanished from the surface of the earth. Neither was he able to find out where she had gone nor was he able to get any of her background details. It was as though Maggie had never existed in the first place.

Jared had been frustrated for the last few days. Even Amber had not been of any help to him. She was only adding more to his agony, and he was just short of shooting her for foiling all his plans.

Jared chugged down another glass of whiskey when his phone rang, the blaring sound disturbing the silent atmosphere. He had all the curtains drawn, not allowing even a speck of light to fall on him. Only the bed lamp was switched on, casting a mysterious light all around the room. It was completely eerie, matching with Jared's cruel character.

Jared ignored the call and stared ahead in the darkness. The sound died but within seconds, the phone started to ring again. Jared was now beyond frustrated. Livid, he picked up the call, ready to unleash his wrath on the man.

"Master, we are finished!!" The man spoke first, and Jared blinked his eyes in confusion. He looked at the caller ID and frowned slightly when he saw that it was his new assistant. Though he was not as proficient as the previous one, he at least knew his job and had been in the Vipers gang for a long time. He knew how things worked and what Jared wanted. And he was loyal.

"What the fuck are you speaking?" Jared shouted on his phone, and his assistant pulled away to save his ear.

"Master, please switch on the television. Master and you...your father are on the news. The entire nation has found out about our involvement in the or..organ trafficking issue. We cannot even evade or escape now." His assistant was too scared to even speak. He was trembling and sweating profusely, and his devastating future flashed right in front of his eyes. All he could see was the execution chair, and the thought of it was enough to send him running for his dear life.

Jared came out of his drunken stupor as he listened to his assistant. He gritted his teeth, clenching on the phone hard in anger. The dreadful event he so badly wanted to stop from happening eventually happened. Immediately, he picked up the remote and switched on the television, turning to the channel his assistant had told him.

Though Max had finished with his segment, the reporter after him had taken over him and was discussing the same issue with her fellow mates, giving the insight about how the hospitals had been crowded, the furious mob demanding answers from the management. The video clips that served as proofs kept playing in a loop one by one, and Jared was mortified to see his own father on television, albeit this time showing himself as the criminal instead of the man who upheld justice.

Jared clearly had no idea when the video had been taken. Unlike the other videos where he had ordered his men himself to install a camera to record all that happened in the room, he did not know that his father too had been captured by one of them. It was the video footage he did not even know existed.

Jared's hold on the remote loosened, and it fell to the floor with a light thud. But he was too lost to hear it. He even became deaf to the noise from the television. It had now become a video without any audio to it.

Jared had never expected Maggie to take action this quickly. She had destroyed him just as he had feared. Though there was no substantial evidence that could prove him to be guilty, his blood relation with Fredrick was enough to ruin him forever. Now, who would trust him? He and his business were sure to be doomed.

"Aghhhh!!!" Jared was infuriated, and he swept everything on the counter in front of him. The bottle of whispy and the glass tumbler crashed to the floor, the alcohol drenching his shoes and pants. But he was too mad to give a damn about it. "Maggie!!!" He bellowed, and his assistant, who was still waiting for a response from him on the other side of the phone, was petrified.

Jared picked up his phone, which fortunately was still working. "Alert our men. We cannot risk getting caught. Tell them to go underground for some time. I will deal with this issue." Although Jared barked out the orders, he had no idea how to deal with the issue. He was completely in a fix, impossible to get out of it.

"Also," The assistant stiffened as he waited for Jared's next orders. "Keep the search for Maggie on. I want her at all costs."

"Yes, Mast..." The assistant did not even get to complete his words. Jared had disconnected the call heartlessly.

"Maggie," Jared seethed, staring at the television screen. "You better make sure to hide properly. Once I catch hold of you, I will make your life a living hell. You will curse your life for crossing me ever."