Chapter Thirteen: When The Illusion Finally Fades Away...

Ever the meticulous and punctual person, Maxwell arrived at exactly eight pm at the address his little man gave him, which turned out to be a nightclub in the suburban part of London.

Although clubbing had never been his thing, he didn't hesitate to stride into the raucous place, in his characteristic majestic way with two of his bodyguards trailing behind. He didn't bother to go to the VIP section or even take a seat as he stood at a secluded corner, scanning his eyes all over the crowded club in search of his little man.

However, the little man was nowhere to be seen and just as he checked the time and realised that it was ten minutes after eight, the lights went dim. Then all of a sudden, a very melodious, euphonious and captivating voice of a woman rent the air before the spotlights were illuminated on the stage, where a young lady dressed in all black---black halter maxi dress, black pumps, black hat and a black net covering her gorgeous face, stood with the mic in her gloved han