Todos los capítulos de The Final Goodbye : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

The morning sun slanted through the glass walls of the Black Blossom headquarters, casting a warm light over the conference table where Barrister Okoro sat, reading through a set of files with a calm but calculating expression. The company had been through too much lately; from false accusations to media backlash and now, his next move would determine everything.Without informing anyone, not even Amara, he had quietly brought in two new staff members to the production unit — a man named Tunde and a woman named Chika. Both were cunning, sharp, and loyal to him alone. Their job was simple: keep an eye on every single process, from production to packaging, loading, and offloading and more importantly, find out who among the staff was secretly sabotaging the company.To everyone else, they were just new recruits assigned to assist in logistics. But their real mission was undercover. Barrister Okoro briefed them personally in a small meeting room before they began. “You will pretend to

The conference hall was packed to capacity. Cameras flashed from all corners as Amara stepped to the podium, her calm but firm presence commanding the room. The Black Blossom logo glowed behind her on the wide LED wall. Beside her stood Barrister Okoro, Emilia, Mr. Kelvin Barlow, and Mrs. Tonia, the head of communications.“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen of the press,” she began, her voice steady, clear. “We’re gathered here today not to defend guilt, but to clarify truth. Over the past weeks, Black Blossom International has faced the greatest challenge since its founding — a smear campaign aimed at destroying not only our reputation but also our integrity.”She paused, letting the murmurs settle. “Today, we stand before you with proof that the accusations against us were all part of a deliberate attempt to tarnish our name. The two staff arrested in connection to the illicit drugs found in our factory confessed under investigation, and we now have video evidence of how they carr

The car cut through the highway like a bullet, the evening air thick with tension. Alex’s hand gripped the steering wheel tightly while his other hand tapped the phone screen impatiently. He dialed his wife’s number again.The first call rang out. No answer.He redialed, this time biting his lower lip, his eyes darting between the road and the screen. It kept ringing until it went dead again.“Pick up the damn phone, Eva,” he muttered under his breath.James, who sat beside him, leaned back, watching Alex’s knuckles tighten around the wheel. He had seen that look before — the calm before a storm.Then suddenly—“Watch out!” James screamed.Alex’s eyes jerked up just in time to see a car braking sharply in front of him. He swerved hard to the left, the tires screeching against the asphalt. The phone flew out of his hand and hit the floor. Horns blared as both men jerked forward, their seatbelts holding them back.For a second, there was silence, only the thundering sound of their hea

Amara sat behind her wide mahogany desk, fingers rhythmically tapping on its surface as she studied Emilia, who stood before her holding a slim tablet. The sunlight poured through the blinds, casting warm lines across Amara’s calm but focused face.“So, Emilia,” she began softly, her tone sharp yet smooth, “what update did the police give concerning the drug case? Have they found anything new from the arrested culprits?”Emilia adjusted her glasses and glanced at her notes before replying. “Ma, the police said the two arrested staff claimed they don’t know or have ever met the person who paid them for the job before. They insisted everything was done through a strange phone number that’s now unreachable.”Amara exhaled slowly, leaning back into her chair. “Hmm… cowards,” she murmured, the faintest irritation in her voice. “They would rather rot in jail than reveal who hired them.”Emilia nodded in agreement, standing still, awaiting the next question.After a brief silence, Amara’s l

Amara had just finished her last meeting for the day. The sun was almost down, its golden rays painting the parking lot in a soft orange hue. She walked briskly towards her car, clutching her handbag tightly, eager to get home and rest. The day had been long — meetings, calls, and follow-ups. She couldn’t wait to get out of her heels.Just as she reached her car, a loud screeching sound cut through the air. A flashy black SUV rolled up behind her car, tires screeching hard enough to make her jump. She turned sharply, her heart racing. The SUV came to a halt just a few inches from her bumper.“What the hell—” she gasped, clutching her chest. The door on the driver’s side opened, and a tall, broad-shouldered man stepped out, his steps firm and calculated. He moved to the other side and opened the passenger door like a man used to commanding presence.Amara’s breath hitched when she saw who stepped out. Alex Spencer.He walked towards her slowly, his lips curled into a faint smirk,