Jack maintained his determined look, "This cannot be allowed. Whatever happened in the past, I don't care anymore. We have to stop this evil organization," he said in a voice filled with resolve and determination. His eyes radiate determination to fight the darkness that threatens them, as a form of resistance to all the evil that has taken away the peace of their lives.Jill nodded in agreement, agreeing with Jack's words. "I completely agree, Jack. We have to stop them before more crimes happen." Seriously, Jill continued, "When I was looking for information about The Golden Apple, I found something interesting."The monitor screen changed, showing an image of a man Jack had never seen before. Jill, carefully, explained, "His name is Patrick Barry, a former five-star general. He left the military suddenly. Strangely, his name is not listed on the board of the humanitarian organization The Golden Apple, but he always appears at every humanitarian event they hold . Look at these photo

Jack continued his steps through the exhibition space, approaching each exhibition display of meaningful artworks created by children. The soft light illuminating each piece of art created an atmosphere full of empathy, bringing a touch of emotion and concern among the guests who were enjoying the beauty of the works by the children affected by cancer. Photographs depicted their lives, and the biodata of each child added a personal touch that deepened each story.Jack persisted in his search to find Patrick Barry, but amid the crowd and the guests' focus on the gallery, Patrick suddenly vanished from Jack's sight. To confirm Patrick's whereabouts, Jack spoke quietly through his communication device, "Jill, I've lost Patrick Barry. Can you track him?"Jill quickly responded through her communication device, "I'm searching through the CCTV cameras, Jack. Wait a moment." Tense moments passed, and Jill provided information, "He's on the upper floor of the building, Jack."Jack inquired fu

With the agility required, Jack crawled through the narrow ventilation system, slowly navigating the labyrinth of ducts. Jill's soft voice through the communication device guided him, leading him through hidden corners and turns between the building's ceiling. Each instruction sounded like a guiding thread, directing Jack's steps in the darkness, creating a secret path above the ceiling.Jack's whispered voice penetrated the silence, "Jill, where should I go now?"Jill responded promptly, "Keep going straight, Jack, then take a right turn at the next junction. I'll guide you to an empty corridor above."Following her instructions carefully, Jack stepped cautiously within the confines of the ventilation space. After a few turns, a secluded and quiet corridor lay ahead of him. Jill provided the next instruction, "Open the ventilation door and descend into that corridor, Jack. I see no guards there."With the same caution, Jack opened the ventilation door and slid down into the empty cor

The following day, Jack found himself engrossed in office matters when a reminder on his phone jolted him back to reality. It was a lunch appointment with Carrie Lang, and Jack wasted no time sending a brief message to her phone. Their exchange led to an agreement to meet at a charming cafe later that afternoon.As the clock ticked toward the appointed hour, Jack wrapped up his tasks in anticipation of the upcoming meeting. The office ambiance, usually bustling with activity, now seemed to echo with the anticipation of what lay ahead.When Jack stepped into the cafe, he was greeted by the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the soothing hum of quiet conversations. His eyes scanned the surroundings, and he selected a table in a secluded corner, providing them with a degree of privacy for their discussion.Promptly, Carrie Lang entered the cafe, and her presence commanded attention. She exuded an air of sophistication, dressed in a stylish ensemble that accentuated her graceful stature.

The soft glow of the ambient lights in the restaurant played on Jack's face as he artfully uncorked the bottle, the subtle pop resonating in the air. The label on the wine spoke of years of careful aging, and its mere presence suggested Jack's intention to elevate the evening into something beyond the ordinary. Carrie's eyes widened slightly, her curiosity piqued."Isn't this a bit extravagant?" she remarked, the surprise evident in her voice.Jack, his eyes gleaming with a touch of mischief, chuckled softly. "Not at all, Carrie. Sometimes, a good wine is the perfect companion when a man wants to discover more about a fascinating woman."Carrie's cheeks adorned a subtle blush, a mixture of surprise and appreciation for Jack's unexpected gesture. The table, adorned with fine linen and gleaming silverware, served as the stage for this impromptu connection.With deliberate finesse, Jack poured the aged red elixir into Carrie's glass, the wine cascading in a smooth, velvety stream. The de