Chapter 2 Who beat Michael

A few minutes later, Kosi exited the bathroom, holding her head high. She entered a few shops and bought some clothes. After completing her shopping, she left the mall and hailed a taxi.

Meanwhile, at the bar, Michael's personal assistant arrived and found his boss lying on the floor. Michael was still breathing, but his assistant quickly dialed emergency services for an ambulance and shouted for help. A bar helper, who had been delivering drinks, was shocked by the scene. She rushed to put the drinks on a table and called for security.

Michael's assistant turned to the bar helper, grabbing her shirt roughly. "Who did this?" he demanded. The young woman was terrified, stumbling over her words. "I-I don't know...there were three of them when I left to collect their order."

The young lady trembled, her eyes wide with fear. Michael's assistant's grip on her shirt tightened, his face twisted in anger. "Describe them," he growled, his voice low and menacing. The young lady hesitated, trying to compose herself. "They were...one was a tall, dark-skinned woman with a red skirt. Mr. Miller was here with Mr. Michael earlier. The lady joined them a few minutes later, and Mr. Miller left."

Michael's assistant's eyes narrowed as he released the young lady's shirt. She stumbled backward, gasping for breath. "Get the security footage," he barked at a nearby staff member. "Now." As the staff member scurried off, Michael's assistant knelt beside his boss, checking his pulse. Michael's face was bruised and swollen, his breathing shallow. "Who was that girl?" he muttered, his eyes flashing with fury. He recalled seeing her fighting men in the bar hallway.

He quickly called Michael's wife to inform her about the incident. However, she was uncooperative, scolding him without listening to explanations. She blamed him for being safe while her husband was injured. After ending the call, he took a laptop from a staff member to review the surveillance footage. Although he couldn't hear the conversation, he understood that the multimillion-dollar contract they were about to sign was now off. He saw that Mr. Miller had been visibly angry before leaving. Since he didn't know the girl's name, he made a call to investigate her identity.

Meanwhile, a car packed up at the MPA hotel. A replicate of Kosi exited the car and entered the hallway, now looking different in the clothes Kosi had worn when leaving the hotel for the bar. Keeping her head down, she headed straight to the hotel room booked by Kosi, gathered everything, and checked out. She exited the hotel, entered the car, and sped away.

Minutes later, the police arrived at the MPA hotel, inquiring about the lady. They soon discovered that a taxi driver had reported a suspicious passenger. The driver told them that a lady had hired him at a mall and asked him to take her to the Northern Hotel. On the way, she requested his help in buying food at a bar opposite the hotel. When he returned, the taxi was gone.

The police tracked the taxi's GPS and spotted it heading to a remote area with no cameras. As they followed the signal, the dot stopped on the map. They continued to the location and found the taxi parked in a quiet area. With no nearby cameras, they searched for fingerprints, but the car was clean.

The police split up, some searching a nearby forest and others checking nearby shops, but they found nothing. As they were about to give up, a lady in a pink suit passed by. They stopped her and asked about the lady in a red skirt. She claimed she hadn't seen her and was just passing through from the village.

One of the police officers approached the taxi driver and asked if the lady in pink was the one they were looking for. The driver said, "That lady was lighter-skinned than this one and didn't look like her." The police officer nodded and thanked the lady, who smiled and continued on her way.

The lady, Nosy, Kosi's replicate and best friend, had cleaned off her makeup. With their similar features and training in disguise, Nosy had convincingly played the role of Kosi. She walked past the police, who were still searching for her, and stood at a bus stop a few meters away. The police continued to search the area but found nothing. Nosy boarded the bus and traveled back to the MPA hotel, where she checked in using her own ID. The hotel staff didn't recognize her without the makeup and Kosi's clothes.

In her new room, Nosy took out her cellphone and dialed Kosi's number. Meanwhile, Kosi sat on a couch in the Northern Hotel room, which Nosy had booked using Kosi's identity. When Kosi answered, Nosy laughed, trying to contain her amusement. "What a funny day," she said, referencing her successful evasion of the police.Kosi smiled, knowing Nosy must have had a good time. "It almost went wrong. Let's not take risks today. You need to rest," Kosi advised, her voice filled with concern. Nosy promised to behave and sleep, and they wished each other a good night before hanging up.

Kosi, however, was wide awake, working on her laptop as she hacked into the MPA group's system. The company had been her father's business, built through hard work, but her stepmother and her lover, Victor, had taken control of it. Kosi had gathered evidence against them but was biding her time, planning to punish them step by step.After finishing her work, Kosi closed her laptop and went to bed. Just as she was about to fall asleep, she heard a heavy knock on the door. Kosi stood up, her piercing gaze meeting the police officer's as she opened the door. Without greeting him, she asked curtly, "How may I help you? I'm tired and need to sleep, so be quick." The police officer struggled to maintain his composure, taken aback by Kosi's beauty and intimidating aura. Her tiny nightdress accentuated her features, and her cold, beautiful eyes seemed to send a chilling warning.

The officer composed himself and explained, "We're investigating the case of Mr. Michael, who was beaten by an unknown lady at a bar. You're one of the suspects, and we need your cooperation." Kosi's gaze never wavered, her voice firm as she replied, "I'll cooperate with you, but not now. I'm sleepy, and I don't know what you're talking about. I arrived yesterday after many years, and I only visited a single mall. Investigate thoroughly and find your suspect. If you want to keep me from sleeping, sign a contract my hour is worth $1,500, not Rands. Think carefully."

With that, she closed the door and returned to bed, leaving the police officer standing in the hallway, shocked by her boldness. He took out his phone and dialed a number, clearly taken aback by Kosi's confidence and demands.