Chapter 287 - Home In Molave 33

The registration officer of the Velvet Fighters picked up his ringing call. It was already nine in the evening.

"I'm joining."

"Congratulations, sir! May I know your name, please?"

"Just call me, Mr. Anonymous. I opt for the account that would entitle me to be a user of your products."

The higher form of membership did not include one to join the battle of any issue that faced them every day. Like lately, when the bombing incident shook the nation, they held meetings to come up with solutions as to how to expose the Ebony Fighters. Since they were a large organization, their connections were extensive, and so their opposing team would have a hard time countering them. An example of that was how the Ebony Fighters were unsuccessful in stopping the spread of the videos that point them as the culprit. As much as possible, this movement did a huge campaign to stop the effort of the opposite party to rule their country. The inc.u.mbent rulers couldn't easily intercept them, this group had foreign connections.

When one was a holder of a higher account, one did not need to join the planning but he would have to support the plans through financial matters and connection links. One would also be counted as elite members and therefore, could have access to their available inventions like trackers, spy app, Doorz ap, explosives, high-caliber pistols, and many more. He could choose to be anonymous, and he deserved the right to hide his identity. The organizers took an oath to respect one's desire for secrecy and, therefore, would not use their inventions to track him down. Even during elite meetings, one could still attend while retaining their secret identity by wearing masks and bonnet. However, none of the elites had seen the two pillars of the Velvet Fighters, Mr. Blacksmith and Mr. Purplesmith, who was Dr. Elson Madani.

"Sir, if you wish to hide your identity, just please come to the office for the electronic sealing. It would only take you a few minutes."

The moment one wired his elite membership fee, the organization would send the membership code right away. He would then use the membership code as his access to the office or the elite member's entrance for the electronic sealing and then to the sealing apparatus. Everything he needed following that, would then transpire online.

"I will be there."

"Alright, sir. After your sealing, you may start ordering the products you like. For safety, log it on to the machine beside the scanner, or you may send it online. You can have it tomorrow."

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While Markus was following a car, one of his spies called up.

"Sir, our tracker detected a new member registering tonight. His name is Mr. Anonymous."

Markus laughed hard. "Don't worry, man. The remaining time left for them is already too short. "

"He had just come out for sealing. His car's plate number is-"

Markus laughed louder. "You're a snake, my friend. That is why you refuse to support me because you have other plans."

He dialed another number and gave his order. "Ten kilometers from the north point, silver Land Rover Range Rover Sport with plate number xxxx. Arrest him now and bring him to our hideout in Madani Island."

"Got it, sir."

With a last look at the car he specified, he made an abrupt turn."I'm sorry, man. I was once a good citizen, but some people forced me to become evil. There's only one who can bring back my good, old self. My son, and the love of my life. Sadly, my handsome cousin took her life away."

Markus pulled to a stop as his thoughts went back to an incident nine years ago.

"Markus, can you please come over to the house? I'll show you the secret pass," Riza's loud whisper echoed from the other line. Her eyes were wide with excitement as she rubbed her baby bump, her hand holding a piece of paper.

"Riz, no. Charles might catch us."

"Markus, please. I want you to be the first to kiss your son first before Charles claims him as his own. And I also have another surprise for you. You won't take long, I promise." Riza held up the paper. It contained proof that the child was his.

"Is Charles not around?" The worried tone of Markus scared Riza, afraid that he wouldn't show up.

"Markus, you won't regret it. This is about your son. I'll make him busy while I sneak out to the secret pass. He wouldn't doubt it because he doesn't think I can betray him while he's around. And it's not betrayal. I'm just going to show you something."

"I'll be there in 30 minutes. Show me the way."

Riza did not know that Charles had just invented a type of tracker that detects communication signals, alarming him of every call and message made by anyone in the household. He could even listen to their communication if he chose to.

Charles waited, and while he did, he called up the family of Markus and Riza to witness the incident. They all came while Riza was at the secret pass. They gathered at the terrace that overlooked the passageway, giving them a clear view without being noticed.

"Mom, Dad, I'm sorry if I won't be able to control myself," Charles informed his parents-in-law, his body shivering in anger.

"If she does something malicious, it is unacceptable, not to mention that they are cousins. Right, dear?" Riza's father replied, then turned to his wife as he raised the question.

"Of course," Riza's mother answered, her lips quivering. What if his husband already knew that Riza is not his daughter and that she and Markus were really not cousins?

Before the eyes of everyone, they watched as Markus opened the gate. As soon as he saw Riza standing at the side, he wrapped her in his arms, kissing her afterward in an unrestrained passion. The kiss went deeper, and his hands roamed around her body. As he lifted her dress and massaged her b.r.e.a.s.ts while indulging in a French kiss, Charles could not take it anymore. He pulled out his gun, pulled the trigger, and fired it, sending the two lovers to the ground.

Charles did not glance at them even once as he walked out of the house.  Fortunately, the law of the Madani Islands did not hold him guilty with all the evidence of his wife's betrayal. He also refused to file a case against Markus. He had grander plans.