The supply chain is back in motion without any official announcement. There has been no press statement. No media clarification. Not even confirmation to the board.Everything is being done quietly, as if yesterday's detention was just a minor disruption not worth mentioning.Felix stands in front of the window of his hospital room, watching the city traffic move as usual.Behind him, Secretary Jorell sat with a tablet in hand, reading real-time reports. "The fabric shipment has entered the production line. There are no significant delays. Everything is running smoothly," he said.Felix nodded. "How did they react?""They didn't," replied Secretary Jorell. "They didn't ask or discuss this at all. But isn't that strange?"Felix smiled slightly. "They can't just stay silent after failing."Secretary Jorell put down his tablet. "The follow-up article wasn't published. But there has been a shift in the narrative, sir."Felix turned his head and slowly sat back down. "Explain!""It's... th

"Sir, is this really the place?" asked Secretary Jorell, staring at the tall, dingy building in front of him."We'll find out after we check it out," replied Felix, stepping forward with the help of his cane.The apartment had dim lights and was not listed on any rental app. The elevator only went up to the ninth floor; the rest had to be reached via a narrow staircase rarely used.No wonder this place had escaped everyone's attention, because its appearance alone made people reluctant to approach it. It was a safe place to hide.Felix stopped in front of a rusty iron door covered in graffiti. His brow furrowed spontaneously."He seems to be inside," Secretary Jorell said softly as he tried to peek through the gap in the door, which was no longer tightly sealed. "According to our informant, there has been no movement from this apartment."Felix stared blankly at the door in front of him. "He couldn't have gone anywhere."At that moment, Secretary Jorell's cell phone rang. He was start

“Help me bring Moretti here.” Felix picked up a document from the nightstand in his hospital room. “His last known location was in a village outside the city. Given what’s happened, he’s probably trying to avoid anyone, so his location will likely keep changing.”“Use this document to pressure him. Jorell and I can’t keep traveling outside the city for long. And you know..." Felix glanced briefly at Clarita, who was still fast asleep on the sofa.Van, realizing his friend's difficult situation, could only smile wryly and nod in understanding."Don't worry. Leave this to me," he said, taking the document."Be careful not to attract attention," Felix warned.Van nodded. "I know. Then I'll be going."After he left, Felix took a deep breath.Simon had been found, the fabric supplier issue was being addressed, and Moretti, the middleman who played an important role in this matter, was also being sought.Now all that was left was to wait for good news before facing the board directly.**Na

In a dark room, Simon sat in a wooden chair with his hands and feet bound. The only light came from a small window covered by white lace curtains, allowing a sliver of light from outside to filter through.The shadow of the curtain moving gently—even though there was no wind—felt eerie. And as the only person there, Simon naturally felt overwhelmed. He kept trying to untie the ropes binding his body while frantically scanning his surroundings.However, instead of breaking free, he fell hard to one side. The sound echoed, and he dared not even groan in pain.As cold sweat began to form on his temples, the sound of a key in the lock was heard, followed by the door opening, letting light from outside pour in. Simon instinctively ducked, shielding his eyes from the blinding light.The sound of footsteps echoed menacingly, accompanied by a long shadow. Simon froze and eventually chose to pretend he was unconscious.His face was pale, his lips dry, and sweat was soaking his body. His eyelas

As soon as the meeting ended, Alfred walked out with two other council members: the one who had met with him the night before and the one who had been acting strangely during the meeting.“What do you think?” Alfred asked, looking at them anxiously. He quickened his pace and stopped in front of them; it was clear he needed an explanation that would ease his mind.“Just a routine clarification,” replied Milton, the council member who had acted strangely in the meeting room. “Nothing to worry about.”“What’s there not to worry about? He wouldn’t have asked that if he didn’t have proof,” Alfred retorted, unconsciously raising his voice.Ozzie, the council member who served as their leader, immediately scolded him. “Lower your voice! Don’t let anyone hear!”Alfred immediately clamped his mouth shut. He looked around, then continued in a whisper, his face still showing panic. “Sir, what should we do? We need to come up with another backup plan. We can’t let… I don’t want to go to jail.”“T