The unmasking.

Richardson punched the wall severally and ceaselessly and blood started gushing out from his knuckle, his house help rushed and stopped him from injuring himself anymore.

“Stop it, Sir. Please, stop.”

She clenched her arms around his waist like a woman participating in tug of war until she dragged him out from the wall and both of them fell on the grass floor.

Richardson stood up and dusted the dirt on his body then ran to the bathroom and grabbed a tissue as he hastily cleaned up the blood.

As he raised his face, he saw his battered looks in the wall mirror, as hot sweat ran out from his head and dropped to his face. He cleaned it and spat inside the sink then declared,

“I can’t be defeated! No, I can’t! I must fight to finish!”

Then he reached the bedroom picked up his phone and dialed Don’s number. And within a second, the phone buzzed as Don’s voice echoed to his end,

“Hello Chair, our plans remain the same, we will execute them tonight.”

“Don, please listen.