Carlos, and Tyson watched the news in the living room room, their eyes fixed on the screen. "I don't even know if I'm to be happy or not." Tyson mouthed. "How did the reporters know what happened?" Carlos asked himself. "My guess is… the reporters got to one of the injured employees, and squeezed loads of information out of them." Tyson replied, looking at Carlos. "He should have died. That jerk." Carlos muttered, as they listened to the reporters give news about Charles. "It sucks. I know, right? Did you warn him enough about our next plan?" Tyson asked, picking up a glass of wine on the table in front of him. "I told you he didn't even bother about it." "He probably thinks we're joking, or just trying to scare him." "Well, I made it seem like I wanted to murder him though." "You did?" Tyson asked, in disbelief. "Yeah. He was just so annoying." Carlos replied, getting up from where he sat. "I just can't wait to see the look on his face when he realizes he lost, and we won." Tyson let out in an excited tone. "I hope his shoulder never heals." Carlos joked, and both of them burst into laughter. The only thing giving them joy at the moment was the plan they were cooking up. ~ Angela's time with her mother was used up, before she even knew it, and her mother was taken away from her, dragged like a prisoner. She was indeed a prisoner, but it felt really bad for her to be dragged away as one. However, when she got home, she met someone waiting for her. She stopped in shock because Jefferson was at her door. He got up from her porch, and walked to her. "What are you doing here?" She asked him, watching him warily. "Can we at least go inside?" He asked, and she watched him for a while, before walking past him to the door. They both walked in, and Angela offered him a seat, before leaving for the kitchen to get tea. "Angela, if you're going to make tea, bring wine, and all that, let's just skip it. I've come here to talk to you about something more serious." He said to her, and she stopped. She went back to him, and sat on the opposite sofa. "Okay, what's it about?" She asked, crossing her legs. "I heard about your mother." He said frankly, "You did?" Angela breathed out, and sighed. "I want to help you. Let's bring Charles down together." He told her, and she raised her head. Was he being serious? Did he really want to help her? There was no way he really meant to help her. Just like that? "Come on. What do you say?" He asked, and she thought about it quickly. Even if her mother couldn't be pardoned, at least she'd be getting revenge for her. "We can plan this together. There has to be a way." Jefferson continued, and determination crawled all over Angela's face. She needed people, more people, and not just anyone. People she could trust. "I'm going to call my father. Let's meet at my house tomorrow. This same time." She told him, and he nodded. That night, Angela reached out to Mr. Adam her father, and was happy to know she wasn't the only one who felt indignated to take Charles down. "I've been having that sucker in mind for a while now. Don't you worry. I'll come up with something very soon. Probably together with our third partner." He concluded, and she nodded. "Mum can't just go to prison for no reason. All she did was try to make things better for us." Angela replied. "She doesn't deserve the prison. Let's meet tomorrow. Alright?" "Yes, Dad. We'll talk later." ~ The next day, all three of them sat in Angela's living room, discussing what would be the best way to take everything from Charles. "We have the Golden Hotel. It's such a treasure, and there's the new Solar Panel Industry he's working on. If we can find a way to take it all from him, then we've succeeded in tearing his world apart." Mr Adam explained, pointing to a little map he'd made of Charles' treasures. "Why don't we just raze it down? If we can't burn the whole hotel, we'd at least be able to take down some VIP rooms. Those would cost a fortune to repair. A fortune he probably doesn't have now." Jefferson suggested, looking at the map. "Really? Arson? Is that all you could come up with?" Angela asked, looking at him like he had doughnuts instead of a brain. "No, no. He's actually making some sense." Her father said. "We could always start a fire that little fire extinguishers cannot put out easily, and before the firemen arrive, a lot of things would have been burnt to the ground." Her father added, looking at the both of them. "Then we have to start planning. It's best if we get ourselves ready." Jefferson said. "How do we burn down the hotel?" Angela asked inquisitively, looking at the grand drawing of Charles' hotel. "There are no cameras in the rooms so that's probably cool. We take VIP rooms each, burn it down, and while everyone's running, we spread the fire, and if people find us, we pretend to have been lost in all the smoke. We must have wet napkins with us all the time, you know that, right? So, we don't actually choke. Then, as for the Solar Panel Industry, we'll probably take it down tomorrow. Anytime close." Jefferson explained. "This had better work out." Angela murmured, and they talked further on her plans. Finally, the next day came, and they were dressed in casual black clothes. Each of them went in separately, and booked a VIP room. Angela's heart couldn't help thudding dangerously as she took the elevator to her appointed room. A porter helped with her bag, and she, knowing the gallons of fuel in there, felt like her heart was on pins, and needles. If he happened to find her suspicious, or smelled something, it could give her away.