Marcus quickly jumped in, “Really? Don’t you know him? He is Mr....” “I am no one,” Nathan interrupted smoothly, his tone low and controlled, though the storm within him was anything but calm. “Just a friend. I came to check on her. Marcus told me what happened.” The doctor hesitated, glancing between Marcus and Nathan. He was clearly puzzled by Nathan’s presence but seemed too cautious to push further. "Alright," he said slowly, jotting something down on his clipboard. "Well, if you’re just a friend, I’ll leave you both to visit her. But keep in mind, only family members can stay for long." Marcus quickly nodded, his nerves settling as the doctor left the room, closing the door behind him. “Why did you do that, boss?” Marcus asked as soon as the doctor left. “You are Mr. Frost and if he knows that you are standing in his hospital, he will bow before…. Nathan cut him off, his voice sharp but low. "I don’t need anyone bowing to me, Marcus. This isn’t about power. Not here. Not now

“What the fuck, man? We are running late. This is the project manager we are talking about here. If we do not get there in time, he will send a bad report to Megan and we might lose this opportunity.” Enrique querried Donald, refusing to leave the doorway. “Okay okay. As you can see, I am getting ready. I have a wife and kids, so, I have more responsibilities than your single ass.” Donald roared back, zipping up his pants with the help of Racheal. “Don’t you…” Enrique clenched his fist. “You know what? The both of you have 10 minutes.” Enrique said, grabbed a bag of churito from the table right next to the doorway and shut the door behind him. He walked down the hallway, eating his bag of churito casually. He then came across a mirror and stood there for minute, admiring himself. He was looking elegant. He wondered why he was single. He was clocking 34 and was not even dating. This made him think about Mrs. Megan. What she did to him the other day was beyond embarrasing. It was

“Everyone thinks Nathan Reed is dead. But I know better. Nathan is out there, somewhere. He is not dead. And I am sure he will return the same way he left; a loser. When he comes, I will find him and throw him into your little cell so you can have some company. Maybe you can even fuck him if you’re horny.” Vanessa scoffed. Vanessa's words dripped with venom as she sneered, tightening her grip on the knife. "You really think Nathan is out there waiting to save you? Pathetic. He’s forgotten you just like Alex will." She waved the knife in front of Emma, her mocking smile returning. "You’re just a puppet in this game, and no one is coming to rescue a broken piece." Emma's chest heaved as she fought to remain conscious, the pain of her wound slowly dulling but the fire inside her burning stronger. "Fuck you! I don’t need saving," she spat, her voice shaking but resolute. "Because when this is over, I’ll be the one watching you beg." Vanessa chuckled, wiping the blood from the blade.

Percy, who had been silent the whole time, couldn’t contain herself anymore. "Do you even know who you're talking to?" Percy snapped, her voice low but sharp, full of unmasked contempt. Vivian raised a hand to silence Percy before she could go any further. "Enough," she said, her voice calm yet commanding. Vivian knew better than to make a scene in public—at least, not without it being strategically planned. They had a bigger goal in mind, and nothing, not even an insolent receptionist, would jeopardize that. "We’ll wait," she added, turning to face the receptionist with a forced smile. "But remember this moment, young lady, because the Davenport family is not one you can afford to overlook." The receptionist, still unimpressed, barely glanced up from her screen. "Take a seat. I’ll let you know if anything changes." The Davenports reluctantly moved to the waiting area, feelings of anger and embarrassment thick in the air as the minutes dragged on painfully slow. Percy paced back

“Sir, truly, it is a law. We can not put out a call for a missing person until 24 hours have passed, especially not for someone as influential as Miss. Megan. But we will do…” “Yes, do it. Do everything that can be done. I want you to find Megan for me as soon as possible. The last thing I heard from her end was gunshot. She is clearly not safe and I am one hundred percent sure that she has been abucted by that… asshole, Alex. you should go pick him up and interrogate him right away!” Mr. Frost roared to the shaking police officer. Nathan was truly disturbed. Why? Why did he always keep putting his loved ones in harm’s way? Why was he such a failure even though he was the richest man in London? Why? Why? Why? This only strengthened his resolve to want to find Alex and drive his car keys into his eyes. He was pretty sure that Alex had caught her and had done something to her. The last thing he wanted to think of was Alex killing Emma. No, Alex would not dare. It hurt him to see h