The drone Jessica controlled hovered over Hans' residence.Moments ago, the lights in the house she was monitoring suddenly went out. This was clearly no coincidence. Jessica was certain the homeowner did it on purpose.And that meant one thing: the person knew they were being watched."But how did they know? How could they know?" Jessica muttered.From the outside, the house she was observing looked ordinary. No visible detection devices seemed to be scanning the area. Everything appeared perfectly normal.But that was surely an illusion. Whatever the stalker had done to his house, he did it cleverly and meticulously. Perhaps the suspicious activities would only become visible when Jessica conducted a close-up inspection.A while ago, that thought crossed Jessica's mind, and she tried to do that by lowering her drone bit by bit while zooming in on the screen capture.Jessica suspected that was when the homeowner realized they were being watched. The lights in the house went out short

At Patrick's grand and luxurious residence...For the past half hour, Patrick had been pacing back and forth on the front porch, his face etched with worry. He was waiting for Tony's arrival.Finally, Tony appeared, stepping down from a rideshare motorcycle that had just stopped in front of the house.After removing his helmet and handing it back to the driver, Tony began to climb the stairs. Patrick watched him with a sense of impatience. Behind him, the head butler observed the situation with keen awareness.“Mr. Patrick, sorry I’m a bit late,” Tony said as he reached the last step.“It’s fine. Thank you for coming over this early,” Patrick replied.“How’s Michelle doing?”“Let’s go inside. We can talk while we walk.”Patrick led the way into the house, followed closely by Tony and the butler. Tony and the butler exchanged glances and nods. From the butler's demeanor, Tony sensed that whatever was happening this morning was quite serious.“What’s really going on, Mr. Patrick?” Tony

Kyllian's body was flung far. He tumbled over and over before finally collapsing and coughing up blood. His eyes fluttered.Tony took a deep breath, clenching his fists. He straightened his back and walked toward Kyllian, who was still trying to regain his composure.“Can you answer my question now, or do I need to beat you some more?” Tony asked coldly.Kyllian forced himself to rise and looked at Tony. His chest felt like it was on fire. A moment later, he coughed up more blood.“I don't know who you are. I don't care what you do back in America. One thing's for sure, you're in my city now. I won't let you hurt anyone here, especially not a woman I know,” Tony said.Tony stopped walking when he was only a couple of meters away from Kyllian, seemingly giving him a chance to stand.And stand he did, wiping the blood from his lips and chin. His gaze at Tony was filled with rage.“Who are you? Are you Michelle's boyfriend now, huh?” Kyllian spat angrily.“Ha! You really don’t get it, do

"Michelle, what’s going on here?” Tony asked, shutting the door as he fixed his gaze on her. Despite the bullet that had clearly struck the wall, she seemed unfazed. It was Michelle who appeared tense, gripping the gun tightly with both hands. “Where’s my phone? Give it back!” Michelle shouted. “Michelle, what’s wrong with you? Why are you acting like this? Did I teach you to yell at someone who’s trying to help?” Patrick protested. “Shut up, Dad! You let Tony take my phone. That’s a mistake I won’t forgive!” she snapped. At that moment, Patrick was tied to a wooden chair near the bed. Earlier, when the head servant returned, Michelle had pointed the gun at him, demanding he tie up Patrick or she would shoot her father. She had taken the gun from the nightstand drawer, buried deep beneath a pile of papers. How she ended up with a gun hidden like that was a conversation for another time. “Where’s my phone, Tony? Hurry up and give it back!” Michelle barked again. Tony reached

Around two in the afternoon, Tony arrived at the Robertson family home. He made a beeline for Tiffany.“So, Uncle David just up and took your precious jewelry, Grandma? He really did something that foolish?” Tony asked.“Stop insulting him. David is my son, after all,” Tiffany admonished.“Okay, okay. I won't criticize your darling boy anymore. But what about him taking your precious jewelry?” “As I said, don’t ask me to repeat what I’ve told you!” Tiffany snapped.Tony smirked. Tiffany was in a foul mood, likely because David had done something to really disappoint her.“Now answer my question. What have you done to him? You’ve done something to him, haven’t you? Don’t hide anything from me,” Tiffany pressed.Tony shrugged, raising his eyebrows. “I just helped him realize how badly he’s been treating me and your family. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that, Grandma.”“What do you mean? Speak clearly! No beating around the bush!” Tiffany scolded again.Tony sighed and said,