The chairman of the show introduced the event and outlined the way the event would unfold, giving a detailed programme. "We will love to start with a brief introduction from the guest of honour himself. He's in our midst. Many, if not all, of you already know him. The man, the king, the legend, Dylan Cross!" he announced, gesturing towards the area Dylan sat. The spotlight immediately shifted, focusing on Dylan's sitting area. Chelsea and Derek were also illuminated in the spotlight. Dylan smiled and stood up, gesturing towards everybody. There was a tremendous ovation of applauses as he gestured. Dylan chuckled to himself. Even those who wanted him dead were obviously clapping as well. He smiled and blew kisses as the applause died down. "As most of you are already aware, I'm Dylan Cross. I'm a businessman and I've managed to establish a couple of businesses here in Miami and in other parts of Florida as well. I'm very honoured to be with you all today" he said. The chairman c

Chelsea stood in front of the mirror and took one last look at her outfit. She was donning a long red gown that modestly reduced her bodily features. Her make-up was light but her lips wore a thick shade of black. She didn't want to appear beautiful or enticing. She was trying to limit her attractiveness as best as she could. After satisfied with her rather normal beauty, she put on her feathered party mask, perfectly concealing her identity. She immediately exited her room and walked towards the exit of the mansion. She saw Dylan standing at the massive doorpost with his back to the inside of the house. He was seemingly surveying the Cross Estate from his view. Or maybe he was relishing in the view itself. Strangely, he was clad in a white suit that had shades of black and grey spiral designs. Was he going out as well? Maybe he had some business to attend to too. She just wished that he wasn't coming with her to the meeting with Omar. That would definitely spell trouble for her. She

Chelsea still maintained her calm composure. Her blank facial expression gave off no indications of tension or panic. She kept a relaxed and unnerved demeanor with her eyes fixed on Omar. Her lips were straight and void of any expression. Of course that was all behind the mask. In her head, her thoughts were already spiraling out of control. She was already considering random routes to take to get out of this situation but none seemed to appeal to her. The more she kept listening as Omar rambled on, the more agitated she became and wanted to react. But she couldn't. Maybe not yet. Omar chuckled. "Don't worry, there's no need to act calm and collected. I can see through all your facade now, Ms. Landore. I've already had everything figured out. And I've got enough evidences as well. So just hear me out completely and then we can re-evaluate the business deal again" he said with a smirk that Chelsea found rather agitating. He continued. "So after I put two and two together, I was able

Chelsea waited inside the elevator till it dinged and the doors slid open. She gently walked out, elegantly taking her steps towards the exit of the hotel. "Hope you had a great stay, Madam" she heard a familiar voice and turned back. It wasn't Beatrice. "Hey there, Laura" she greeted the young, smart-looking and elegant lady who reminded her much of her younger self. "Good day, Miss Raven" Laura replied with a warm smile. "How are you doing?" Chelsea asked. "I'm pretty fine. I was just going to see the General Manager and I spotted you on your way out" Laura replied. "Oh, how kind of you. I'm in a bit of a hurry now, so I'll take my leave" Chelsea replied, smiling as best as she could under her persona. "Alright, Madam. Have a great day" the young lady said and waved her goodbye. Chelsea turned around and continued heading for the exit. She felt a bit weird for feeling so calm after killing someone. Maybe she was getting used to taking lives. Was this what Joyce was telling

Dylan heard his phone ring and slid across to pick up the call. "Vic" he gently said into the phone. "Pope. I think we've got a lead on who the culprit might be" Victor said from the other end. Dylan smirked. "Fill me in" he replied and walked further away from where he stood. He headed towards the study. Victor continued. "We noticed someone with a mask follow you from Golden Petals Hotel but before we could close in on him, he disappeared" he reported. Dylan exhaled. "That's still as good as nothing. I need a face and a name. Or a rough sketch at least" he replied, gently caressing his glabella. "That's it. We've been able to establish that this person follows you. Or that he has a pretty good knowledge of your destinations. So the culprit must be someone who can buy information from the hotel managers" Victor said. Dylan chuckled. "No. Not the managers. The reservations department" he replied. "In that case, it's very likely that he would show up at my next location" he said