A pregnant nun came to the bank to collect her inheritance, and after asking her the first question, the banker ran to the safe deposit box…

But experienced anglers always dressed warmer for fishing since they were going to sit still for hours, staring at the bobber. He took the folder from Amanda’s hand, and his expression changed. Who are you, he asked first.

I’m Amanda Ross, Benjamin’s daughter, and Andrew’s sister, his stepson. You probably know my brother continues his lawlessness to this day. The investigator shook his head.

It’s good you had the sense to come to me. If you had taken this to our local police, you’d be dead by now. Your brother is even worse than your late father.

But why do you want this? Why risk it, the man wondered. I’m not like my father was. Yes, he wasn’t the same as everyone knew him.

I saw a caring and loving person in him. My parents loved each other deeply. But I want you to put Andrew behind bars, just in a way that he can’t reach my family.

I understand. You can only approach this through the Capitol. Everyone here is under Andrew’s thumb.

He inherited that control from your father. Don’t worry, I’ll be cautious. But you need to understand that you’re taking a big risk.

The investigator contacted the main division in the Capitol where he had an old friend and comrade, a person he had once saved. This friend was more than happy to repay the favor and involved not only the best and most trusted individuals, but also high-ranking authorities and divisions. They systematically dismantled the entire criminal organization, arresting every member without any resistance or shootouts.

The SWAT team from the Capitol arrived in such force that it sent shock waves through the criminal network. Amanda watched the news, learning that her brother had been arrested and that substantial evidence was stacked against him. She sighed with relief, but fear still lingered.

What if he wanted revenge? Two weeks passed, during which hearings for Andrew and his associates took place. Amanda received a call from the prison where her brother was held. Andrew asked if you could come for a visit.

Will you be able to? Amanda was frightened. She agreed to come, but didn’t mention it to her husband. She knew he would never allow it.

Despite the risks, she felt compelled to go. As she entered the cell, she realized this wasn’t an ordinary visit, nothing like in the movies. She was left alone with Andrew.

His hands were not in cuffs. He could have easily strangled her right then and there, snapped her neck. But she wasn’t afraid.

She raised her head and looked into the eyes of her stepbrother. Her thoughts burned, I am Benjamin’s true daughter, and he is just a pitiful imitation, a wannabe. So, you turned me into the cops because I didn’t help you back then? Because I made you sign over your shares in exchange for money for your son? Andrew asked.

Amanda smirked. No. It’s because you killed my husband.

You sent men who held a gun to my belly. They were the same ones who shot at my husband’s tires. He died that day, and I gave birth prematurely…