Maverick shifted in his seat but met his father’s angry stare. "It wasn’t enough, okay? Things are expensive! You have no idea what it’s like to keep up appearances. There was this event, and then the after-parties—”“Lavishing money on parties and events!” Rudra cut him off, his voice now booming. "You’re wasting the money I give you, and now you want more? Have you lost your mind?"Maverick's face flushed with anger as he shot back. "The money is small! Do you even know how much my friends spend in a night? They’re living it up, and I’m here counting every penny you give me like some... some common kid! I need more! There’s this huge show coming up, and I can’t miss it. Everyone will be there!”Rudra stood up, his patience clearly gone. "You want more money?" he yelled. "Then come work for it! I’m not a bottomless bank. You want to live like a king? Fine, then start helping me run this hotel. You need to understand how hard it is to make that money you throw away!”Maverick's eyes w

Cipherella sat at her laptop, her fingers moving swiftly over the keys as she worked her technical magic. First, she accessed the hotel's WiFi system, rerouting and masking their connection to prevent any possible tracking. She installed several layers of security encryption, making sure no one could trace their online activity back to them. Every five seconds, she set up an automatic IP change, bouncing their location to different countries around the globe. One moment, it would show them as operating from Japan, the next from Brazil, then Germany, and so on.After a while, Cipherella glanced up at Benjamin with a satisfied smile. “Master, I’ve changed the WiFi system so no one can trace us. Our connection is now completely secure. I’ve also set up an IP relay that changes our location every five seconds. We’ll look like we’re operating from dozens of countries in just a few minutes.”Benjamin, who had been inspecting the gun in his hand, looked over at her, clearly impressed. “You’v

Austin’s eyes narrowed as he leaned in closer, his voice growing more intense. “I’ll ask you again, Maverick. Where is Benjamin?” Maverick’s anger flared as he thrashed in his bindings, his patience snapping. His voice was rough and filled with frustration. “Why the hell are you asking me? Am I Benjamin’s keeper?!” He sneered, the tension in his face making it clear he was trying to put on a brave front. “I don’t know where he is, and I don’t care! Do I look like I keep tabs on that guy?” Matthew clenched his fists, his muscles tensing as he exchanged a look with Austin. Maverick's defiance only seemed to fuel the fire in the room. Austin, still calm but visibly annoyed, stood up slowly and towered over Maverick. “You seem to know enough to throw insults,” Austin said, his voice quieter now but with a threatening edge. "So how about you stop pretending, and start talking?" Maverick glared up at them, his bravado not faltering. He sneered, his lips curling as he tried to push back a

Maverick whimpered, struggling against the ropes. His body trembled, covered in bruises from the relentless blows. Each strike felt like fire on his skin, and he was reaching his limit. He gasped for air, his mind racing for anything that could save him from the torture. "I... I swear, I just wanted to get Brianna angry! That’s why I said Benjamin was dead! I don’t know anything else!"Matthew growled in frustration but didn't stop. He struck Maverick again, this time across his back, making his body convulse in pain. "I’m not stopping until you tell me where Benjamin is!" he shouted, his voice echoing in the empty room.Maverick’s body trembled uncontrollably, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. His face was streaked with tears and sweat, and blood trickled from several deep cuts along his arms and legs where the hook had torn into his flesh. The once-pristine shirt he wore was now soaked in a mix of sweat and crimson, sticking to his skin. His lips quivered as he sobbed, the p

That night, Benjamin glanced at Cipherella, who was seated at the computer, her eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. "It's late," he said gently. "You should go to sleep.” Cipherella nodded, already feeling the weight of sleep tugging at her. She stood up, stretched her arms, and began to head toward the sofa to rest. But Benjamin shook his head, a small smile on his lips. "Go sleep in the bedroom. I'll take the sofa.” Cipherella paused and turned to him, shaking her head in protest. "No, Master Benjamin, you're the boss. You deserve the bed. I'll be fine on the sofa." Benjamin stood up, his voice firmer this time but still kind. "Go to sleep in the room, Cipherella. I’ll manage here." His eyes were serious, and despite her reluctance, Cipherella knew there was no use arguing with him. She sighed, her eyes softening. "Alright, master," she said, surrendering to his command. With a tired smile, she gathered herself and made her way to the bedroom, obeying Benjamin’s request. Benj