Chapter 4 From black pant to red skirt

The officer's expression changed, his eyes narrowing as he replayed the footage in his mind. "There's something off," he muttered. "The mysterious woman who beat you up comes from room 201 at the hotel, wearing black trousers. But when she enters the bar, she's still in trousers. When and how did she change into that red skirt?" He scratched his head, confusion etched on his face. "I don't know if she's tampered with the surveillance or if I'm losing my mind. Let's replay it."

The officer started the footage again, and the unknown woman, Kosi, entered the bar wearing trousers. She sat down, engrossed in her phone, as the time on the surveillance footage ticked by normally. However, there was no sign of a fight, and the woman in red only appeared when she was heading upstairs. The footage didn't show her getting up from the table, leaving the officer with more questions than answers. He heard about the fight between this mysterious woman and thugs at the bar but the is nothing about the fight in the surveillance video.

The officer's eyes widened as realization dawned on him - the woman was more cunning than they had anticipated. She had deliberately revealed herself, possibly to conceal other evidence while the surveillance system counted down as if nothing had happened. This epiphany sent a shockwave through him, but he knew they needed expert verification of the footage. "Mr. Brown, we'll continue investigating. There's more to this than meets the eye. The surveillance appears to have been tampered with. If you uncover any information, please share it with us."

Michael's response was laced with anger and disgust. "I'm a fool for involving you. Close the case; I never asked for your interference. You were just a hindrance." The officer was taken aback by Michael's words. After the police departed, Michael contacted his assistant, his tone menacing. "Why did you involve the police? Don't you know how this could backfire? What if she accuses me of...things I didn't do?" He paused, collecting his thoughts. "Use your brain, and make sure you find her today. If not, don't bother coming to work again."

Fortunately, his assistant's instincts had been correct. After re-examining the confusing video, he recalled that the mysterious woman possessed evidence of their plot to harm Kosi. Michael's primary concern now was that the police might discover incriminating evidence against him if they found the woman first.

At the MPA hotel, Nosy turned to K, Kosi's friend and assistant, with a stern expression. "K, you almost blew our cover this time. Tampering with the bar's surveillance was a mistake. I've reviewed the footage, and it's clear it was manipulated. Don't let this happen again. You were trained by Kosi, so honor her legacy." K's expression shifted, and a mix of emotions crossed his face.

He had been caught off guard by Nosy's scrutiny. Upon reviewing the footage himself, K realized his error – the woman had disappeared and reappeared in a different location, wearing a red skirt. The tampering was evident. Shock and fear gripped him as he contemplated facing Kosi's wrath. Kosi was terrifying when angry.

K's thoughts drifted back to his past. As an orphan, he had been vulnerable and weak until Kosi took him under her wing. Traumatized by his parents' killers and bullied by others, K found solace in Kosi's protection and guidance. She had stood up to rich teenagers who tormented him, and from then on, K followed her lead and trained with her team.

Now, K was torn. How would he confess his mistake to Kosi? Would she forgive him, or would his error have dire consequences.He nervously pulled out his cellphone and pleaded with Nosy, "Nosy, she loves you the most, she protects you with her life. She treats you as her sister, although I'm a brother, but sisters' bond is different. Please plead for me." Nosy looked at him and smiled, "You kinda cute when scared, little brother. Kosi believes in double-checking; if she was mad, she would have called and scolded you already. She protects you more than anyone, but you talk like she loves me the most. She likes you so much; the first day she saw you, she thought of her cousin who died at her stepfather's hands."

Meanwhile, Kosi contacted Joyce for the first time since 2018. The evidence gathered by K only intensified her hatred. She despised Joyce, believing she didn't deserve to be a mother or wife. After several rings, Joyce answered, "Hello?" Kosi's tone was icy, "Joyce, my father's source of darkness, reason for death, and betrayer." She took a deep breath, composing herself. As she spoke, she noticed men in black uniforms surrounding the hotel – Michael's men. She continued, her voice steady, "Tell your husband I called. Say hi, and let him know I'm here for the game. Tell him every dog has his day."

Kosi hung up and tossed her cellphone under the bed. She sprinted to her wardrobe, slipping into her secret bulletproof vest. She pulled on a white long-sleeved t-shirt and black shorts, then concealed a knife in her pocket. Moving stealthily to the window, she peeked outside, spotting men in black positioned at various points, their gazes fixed on her window.

She quickly opened her laptop, hacking into the hotel's security cameras. Her eyes widened as she watched two familiar figures approaching her room – Michael's personal assistant and secretary. Anticipating their arrival, she swiftly hid, vanishing from sight.

When the assistant and secretary reached her room, they searched thoroughly but found nothing. The assistant's heart racing, he contacted Michael, "Did you...?" Michael's voice cut him off, "Where is she?" The assistant's voice trembled as he replied, "She was in her room when we arrived at the hotel, but she just disappeared." Michael's voice was icy with fury as he replied, "Bunch of losers, how did you get played by a weak little girl? Find her now, or consider yourself fired."