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Margaret's accusations hung heavily in the air, she was right, many people on tower grounds had a reason to kill Dickson. Some had made it obvious verbally and others had attacked him physically. But. of course, nobody was foolish enough to admit to it and the denials started.

They shrugged, muttered, talked about their alibis and distanced themselves from the crime whether they were guilty or not. As long as there was no evidence, all of Margaret's accusations were baseless.

As the Saxons denied having anything to do with Dickson's death, David stepped away to make a call to Phoebe. He did not want his woman to be caught off guard by the news of Dickson's death.

He was Margaret's entire reason for existing, she was obsessed with her son. No doubt, she would go looking for the Mayfair's and lay these accusations at their feet, Phoebe especially. Enjoy new stories from My Virtual Library Empire

The phone rang five times before she picked up. "Good morning my darling....." Phoebe voice rhymed with joy.

"It is not a good morning here babe, Dickson is dead." David informed her, cutting her off abruptly from her joyful greeting. He took deep breath before asking the question that was almost burning a hole through his head. "Honey, I am going to ask you a question now and hope you do not rip my head off when you see me." Again, he took a carefully measured breath.

"Pheebs, did you by any chance have a hand in his death? Of course, I would back you up one hundred percent if you did, after all he deserved it. But Margaret is crazy as you know and she is not against making up stories, if you were involved then I need to know so that I can figure out how to protect you." He pressed her for answers.

First, Phoebe sat up and her jaw dropped in shock, she had no idea that Dickson was dead. She had added a few more bad luck talismans to him the previous night but those did not lead to death. Not as far as she knew anyway.

"Pheebs..." David called her name because she had been silent for a while and the situation was a bit urgent.

"No! I did not, I cannot say that I am sad about his death, but it was not me because if it was, I would have made it dramatic. I would have castrated him first of all, stabbed him and stripped and hang him on that big Saxon group billboard on Kruger Street. The one with the scantily dressed actress selling those teeth whitening pills which taste like candy." Phoebe denied strongly.

She really believed that she had nothing to do with it.

A haughty chuckle echoed through the phone. "It was dramatic alright I have noted multiple causes of death. It was a rough night for him before he died, he has gunshot wounds, multiple stab wounds, ligature marks around the neck, signs of poison, bite marks and broken bones. It is hard to know what killed him without a proper autopsy." David went silent.

"Woah!!" she exclaimed. "Were they done by one person at the same time or different people at different time?"

"I don't know, my theory is different people at different times. The gun shots did not hit any major arteries, they were flesh wounds, so he did not bleed out. Maybe it was the stab wounds that did him in, or being strangled....I can't even guess." he sighed.

He could guess who had poisoned Dickson and maybe who had broken his legs and arms, the gunshots....Luna was at the top of his list for that.

Phoebe sighed, "Well, at least I got my wish, and he died terrified because it sounds to me like he was hunted. Dickson must have enjoyed his final hours, maybe he had a heart attack. Anyway, it was not me that took him out. Thanks for the heads up, babe, I will inform my family so that we arm ourselves for your insane aunt." She cut the call abruptly.

As David moved towards his grandfather, in the Mayfair house Phoebe hastily exited her bedroom, she moved to the elevator and made a beeline for the dining area, most of the members were present having a jolly breakfast like they did every morning.

"Dickson is dead." The words blurted out of her mouth unintentionally before she even reached the table.

Grave silence covered the room for a few moments, those that were eating dropped the cutlery and others nearly choked on the food in their mouths.

"Fuck!!" Andre cursed. "Dead, like dead, dead!"

"I don't know if there is any other type of dead apart from real death." Phoebe replied.

"Are we not supposed to be happy about this? What's with the sad faces? This was a bad man who got his karma, and the universe will be a better place without him." Grandma Mayfair commented, she was the only one stuffing her mouth with millet porridge happily.

A low sigh came from Edward. "How did he die, and do they have a suspect in mind?" He asked, fixing his eyes on his daughter who brought the news.

"Father, I do not know much, maybe we should go there and find out." Phoebe suggested.

Luke chuckled. "Why? It doesn't matter how he died what matters is that he is dead, and someone here did all of us a favor. We all know he would have sought revenge on our family if the opportunity presented itself. Keep in mind that we got him banished from the Saxon family." He leaned back in the chair.

The spoon in his grandmother's hands fell to the floor. "Child, you sound as if you are saying that someone killed him, and it could be one of us!" Her wide eyes gazed at him.

"Grandma you said that you would poison him, I wanted to kill him, mother and father had the urge too, so did Collin and Andre. The only person that did not want him dead surprisingly was Phoebe."

[Oh, brother you are wrong, I wanted to do very bad things to him, painful things.] Her thoughts on the matter appeared.

Luke chortle loudly. "It is safe to say that we all wanted to kill Dickson including your sweetheart, Luna Elithera."

Phoebe wanted to see things for herself. "I am going there now; I need proof that Dickson is really dead not hearsay." She turned around to leave but Collin pulled her back by the back of her shirt.

"The police must be there already, we all know Margaret will point her finger at us. It will be best if we keep a distance and study the proceedings first." He advised.

However, half of the family was already halfway through the door, including Phoebe that had somehow slipped through his grasp. He sighed and followed; it was a wasted trip in his opinion.

In no time the Mayfair's arrived at the Saxon tower, surprisingly there was no police in the area but heavy private security presence at the gates. Unlike the normal days when Mayfair's could stroll in with ease, this time however the security at the gate made a call first before letting them.

Ramon who wore a somber expression led them to the flower garden where most of the Saxons still were. Some had coffee, others tea and others cold drinks or wines. It was too early to drink but the moment called for it.