Chapter 401Mr. Sterling sat in his study, his fingers drumming anxiously against the polished mahogany desk. His jaw clenched, and his sharp, piercing eyes darted toward the phone lying in front of him. He had just gotten off the call with the police, and his mind was in turmoil.Furious. Curious. Paranoid.He didn’t understand how the police had found out so quickly. Just hours ago, his son was rescued, and now, suddenly, Gwen was demanding custody of Charles. How did they even know? Who told them? Has someone leaked information?His chest rose and fell with deep, heavy breaths as his frustration boiled over. His knuckles turned white as he slammed his fist onto the desk, making a few papers and a crystal pen holder topple over. His study was filled with silence except for the ticking of the grand antique clock mounted on the wall behind him.“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath.He ran a hand through his neatly combed hair, trying to steady himself. The last thing he needed was

Chapter 403Mr. Sterling led them through the grand hallway, their footsteps echoing against the polished marble floors. He could feel Gwen’s impatience behind him, her breath quick and shallow.When they reached Charles’ room, he knocked lightly before pushing the door open.Inside, Charles sat on the large bed, his small hands resting on his lap. His eyes lit up the moment he saw his mother.“Mom!” he cried, scrambling off the bed and running into Gwen’s open arms.Gwen clutched him tightly, pressing kisses to his hair as tears welled in her eyes. “Oh, baby, I missed you so much.”Charles sniffled. “I missed you too. I—I thought…” He hesitated, glancing at his father.Gwen pulled back slightly and cupped his face. “It’s okay. You’re safe now.”Mr. Sterling watched the scene unfold with cold detachment. He had expected this emotional reunion, but he wasn’t moved by it. All that mattered was ensuring that Gwen didn’t start asking too many questions.Detective Andrew observed the boy c

Chapter 405Scarface was hard to miss. His face, covered with scars that crisscrossed from both sides of his cheeks, gave him a feral, menacing look. His eyes were dark and cold, like two black stones, and his smile, if it could be called that, was cruel and twisted. His reputation preceded him—his brutality, his ruthlessness, the way he ruled The Pit. His presence made people move aside, like water parting for a storm.Behind him were five men—his inner circle, his trusted men. Each of them was imposing in their own right, dressed in expensive, sharp suits, the kind of men you wouldn’t dare cross unless you had a death wish.The first was tall, with a thick neck and arms like tree trunks, his face as hard as stone. The second, smaller in stature, but with an intensity in his eyes that spoke volumes, was the one who looked the most alert, scanning the room with a kind of hunger. The third was a broad-shouldered man with dark, slick hair, his grin widening as he scanned the club. The f

Chapter 407Scarface’s chuckle sent a chill through the room. It wasn’t the kind of laughter that put people at ease—it was the kind that made them uneasy, the kind that meant something dangerous was about to happen.He leaned forward slightly, placing his glass on the table with deliberate slowness. The ice clinked against the sides, the only sound in the room aside from Blood Hound’s groaning as he lay on the ground, beaten and humiliated.Kai stood still, his body loose but ready. He could feel the weight of every gaze in The Pit pressing down on him. The tension in the air was thick, electric. Lina clutched his arm tightly, her fingers digging into his sleeve, but he didn’t look at her. His eyes were locked on Scarface.Scarface’s scarred face twisted into something that was neither a frown nor a smile. His dark eyes flicked between Kai and Blood Hound before he exhaled through his nose and leaned back again.“That was quite the show.” His voice was smooth, yet there was a roughne

Chapter 409Kai continued to swing the detonator casually in his hand, the small device spinning between his fingers like it was nothing more than a toy. His voice was steady, his tone almost indifferent.“She was hired to kill my boss,” he said, his eyes locked onto Scarface. “And in the attempt, I killed her.”Scarface’s expression remained unreadable, but there was a flicker of something behind his eyes. Interest. Suspicion. Maybe both.Kai kept walking, slow and deliberate, like he had all the time in the world. “Later, I found out she’s from around here,” he continued, his voice calm but sharp. “She runs one of the biggest gangs in this city.” He stopped and turned to face Scarface again. “And now, I’m on a mission to wipe her entire operation off the surface of the earth.”The words hung in the air for a moment, thick with intent.“But first,” Kai added, his tone shifting slightly, “I need to find the man who hired her to assassinate my boss.”A faint smirk played at his lips as