Juliana gasped, clutching his hand. “Williams? Oh, thank God. Williams!” Tears of pure relief spilled down her face as she pressed her forehead against his. The doctors and nurses rushed in, checking his vitals and asking questions, but Juliana didn’t move. She couldn’t. Her heart, which had felt frozen for three days, suddenly felt like it had been given back to her.
When Johnson arrived at the hospital that morning, an immense wave of relief washed over him at the sight of Williams awake and aware. “My brother,” he said, his voice thick as he gripped Williams’s good hand. “You scared us all. But you’re not leaving us yet. Not when the world still needs you.”
Williams managed a weak smile. “It’ll take more than one… incident… to finish me.” But behind the pained humor, his mind was already turning. Who would want me gone?
The answer came a week later. Johnson had ordered a full, frame-by-frame review of all the CCTV footage from the mansion and the surrounding streets. Security teams combed through hours of video, until finally, the truth glared back at them from a monitor.
There he was. Obinna Okoye. The man who had once been Aerospace’s lead engineer. The man who had stood in the back of the boardroom, his eyes burning with hate, watching Williams take his place.
On the footage, Obinna was clearly visible outside the mansion gates, hours before the attack, speaking animatedly with the very same men who later stormed the door. When Johnson saw the footage, his hands trembled with pure rage. “Obinna,” he hissed at the screen. “How could you?” The evidence was undeniable.
Armed with the CCTV footage and, soon after, confessions from the captured attackers (led by the scar-faced Django), the police moved quickly. Obinna was arrested at his apartment in Lekki, dragged out in handcuffs as his neighbors watched in total shock.
In the interrogation room, Obinna didn’t even bother to deny it. He sneered when confronted with the evidence. “He stole everything from me,” he spat. “Do you have any idea who I was before that… that beggar walked in?”
“I built this company with my ideas!” he shouted. “And Johnson threw me aside for a man who smells of the street. I won’t let him live my life while I am left to rot in his shadow.”
But his arrogance couldn’t save him. The evidence against him had stacked too high, and the testimonies were too clear. The case was sent to the Federal High Court, and soon Obinna stood trial for attempted murder and criminal conspiracy.
The courtroom buzzed with tension on the day of the verdict. Reporters filled the benches, eager to capture every word. On one side, Williams sat with Juliana, his arm still in a sling, but his spirit visibly unbroken. Johnson sat beside him, looking like a protective older brother.
On the other side, Obinna stood tall in a dark, expensive suit, his eyes filled with nothing but cold defiance. The witnesses had testified: the guards, other engineers, and finally, Django himself, who calmly admitted that Obinna had hired him for the job. The evidence was overwhelming.
When the judge finally spoke, the air in the room turned heavy. “Obinna Okoye, this court finds you guilty of all charges, including attempted murder and criminal conspiracy. You are hereby sentenced to twenty years’ imprisonment.”..
