About two weeks passed, and Charles had gotten better. He had also rushed up his plan on stepping down from the governor position. He had passed it down to Mr. Daniels and people were gradually adjusting to the change. Although, some people got annoyed, but they came to forgive him for the change. Charles was in his sitting room, tapping his feet at intervals, and waiting for his guards to arrive. He had dismissed them because he didn’t think he was going to go out again that night, so he had to wait. He so much wanted to shake his father, and step brothers by letting them know that he knows they sent Rosaline to him. He wanted them to lose their confidence when the court day drew near. He knew that when they got to know that he knows of their secret, they’ll be careful in while crossing paths with him. Soon, his guards arrived, and they and Charles got into his car. The chauffeur drove them off to the Lincoln’s house, and when they got there, Charles got out of the car, signaling his guards to wait outside the car. He walked into the Lincoln’s house confidently, and met them sipping juices in the sitting room. “I see you all are thinking about the upcoming court day, right?” Charles chuckled, meaning to mock them. “What brings you here?” Tyson questioned as he stood up, glaring at Charles. “Come on, be chill. I came here to reveal a little secret which you thought would never get to me.” Charles scoffed, and smirked. “Charles, what do you want? Why do you keep coming here when you clearly hate us so much?” Mr. Lincoln asked, straightly. “Well, I love to see you feel uncomfortable, and dreadful of what my next step would be.” Charles replied, and slid his hands into his pockets. “You have no right to come in here, Charles.” Carlos interfered, in a calm tone. “I will leave, but I’ll say this. I know you sent Rosaline to get me to trust her, just so you can get her to kill me. Well, I’m sure you’re disappointed I’m alive, but what can I say? I’m meant to live.” “What! How dare you say such!” Carlos stood up abruptly after slamming his fists on the arm chair. “Because it’s the truth. Now, if you act too rash, I’ll ensure you can never raise your head up high outside again.” Charles threatened, then sneered at them before he walked out of the mansion. As soon as he got out, he signaled for his guards to get back into the car, and they did. “Drive us back home.” He ordered the driver, trying to keep calm. As he spoke of Rosaline in the Lincoln’s home, the feeling of anger and resentment filled his heart, and all he just wanted to do was to yell, and break things. But it was best to replace this feeling with something else so he wouldn’t destroy the victory which could be nearby. Suddenly, the car stopped abruptly, and the tire made skid sounds. “What’s wrong? Why did you stop?” Charles asked his driver after regaining his balance. “Sir, it seems we’re under attack.” He muttered out in fear. “Pull over!” One of the men instructed, holding a gun. They were a few and all in masks. Charles exchanged looks with his guards, and he signaled for them not to get down. “Continue driving and run them over if they try to stand in your way.” He instructed his chauffeur. His chauffeur was taken by fear, but he had no choice than to carry out that instruction as that seemed to be the best at that moment. The chauffeur started the car, and was about to speed off when a bullet broke through the glass, and hit his shoulder. He yelled out in pain, and lost control of the steering wheel. “Shit!” Charles cursed out loud, and leaned over to take control of the steering wheel, but it was too late, so they crashed into a strong wall. Thankfully, Charles nor his guards were injured, but his driver had shards of glass pierced into his arm and tummy. Charles’ guards got down from the car, and shot at the armed men while protecting Charles. Thankfully, the guards were skillful in shooting, and dodging bullets, so they exhausted the opponents’ bullets before going out of their cover. As the armed men discovered that they were now harmless, they decided to run off, but unfortunately for two of them, they were caught by the guards while the others managed to escape. “Hail a cab, and take them to the station while I drive the chauffeur to the hospital.” Charles instructed, and ran off to the car.He got into the car, and dragged the chauffeur out, then placed him at the backseat. “Arrgh!” The chauffeur groaned in pain. “You have to hold it in. Press the wound down so you won’t lose too much blood.” Charles lectured him as he took over the driver’s seat, and drove off to the hospital. Charles’ guards successfully handed over the armed men to the officers at the station, and they were present while those men went through questioning. “You have to speak up or you’ll go through lot of torture, while the person who sent you is probably enjoying his or her life.” The officer voiced out. But the armed men exchanged looks, and boned their faces as they decided not to speak out. Then the officer slammed his hand on the table angrily, then looked up at his assistant. “Bring in the torture tools.” He instructed him. “Yes sir!” The armed men looked up immediately. They were curious on what torture tools they would use on them. They couldn’t just give out the name of the person who hired them as they didn’t feel totally safe under the surveillance of the cops. Soon, the torture tools came in, and this looked more like something they couldn’t bear, especially when they thought about how ruthless the cops could be when trying to get answers. “If we… If we speak, would we be protected from the person who hired us?” One of them spoke out in a shaky voice. “Yes. But you will also get your punishment for trying to cause chaos.” Then both armed men nodded at each other, and the other one decided to speak. “We will speak up.” “Then tell me who sent you to kill Mr. Charles Lincoln.” The cop demanded with a questioning expression. “It is Mark. Mark Adams”, He revealed.