Lucas walked upstairs to his room, his mind clouded with worry. After ensuring Jeremiah hugged his younger brother and put him to sleep, he had retreated to his own space.Seated on his sturdy chair, he stared at the desk in front of him. The piece of paper with Agent Hockey’s number was still there, untouched. His fingers traced the edges absentmindedly as he muttered under his breath, "What have I gotten myself into?!"When Allen was in the hospital, fear and adrenaline had driven his decisions. The sheer panic of losing his son had clouded his judgment, making him act impulsively. Now, reality set in. How was he supposed to lure out Alex Carter? The man was inside one of the most secure places in the country—the White House.Not even the most notorious ninja in history had successfully infiltrated the Turnish White House. How, then, was he—just a butler—supposed to outmaneuver a system designed to be impenetrable? The very thought made his stomach tighten. He took a deep breath and

Seeing Sonya’s behavior, a thought suddenly struck Lucas."What if…?" He smiled, knowing full well that Sonya had wanted him for years. What if he used this to his advantage?He knew Sonya handled office details. Alex and his wife were both under the protection of the Turnish government’s asylum program. If something were to happen to Alex’s asylum status, there was a high probability that he would come out by himself, right?"But the president promised him the asylum himself," Lucas muttered, suddenly uncertain if this plan would even work. However, there was no time to debate it.He walked slowly toward Sonya’s office.As one of the secretaries directly serving President Halsten, Sonya’s office was strategically positioned near the presidential office. She could easily hear and respond whenever her name was called. Nevertheless, her office was private and enclosed. The president never came to her; she was always the one going to him whenever he needed her.Lucas rapped his knuckles

Alex turned to his right, his gaze locking onto a sedan parked a few distances away. The sight of it sent a subtle ripple of unease through him. As he shifted his position, the ring on his finger toggled slightly, an almost imperceptible movement that only heightened his alertness.Something about that sedan felt off. He knew danger was lurking, directed at him, emanating from that very vehicle. Yet, despite the warning signals flashing in his mind, he remained rooted to the spot. He wanted to see for himself what kind of threat awaited him.Who was inside that sedan? What was their intention? The questions gnawed at him as he hesitated, waiting just a little longer. But as the seconds dragged on and the car didn’t move, a realization settled over him—it was likely because he was still in front of the White House. That alone could be the deterrent.Determined to test his theory, he took a few steps down the road, putting some distance between himself and the government building. He ha

Sonya placed her hand on the desk in front of her in the interrogation room. Her heart continued to race. She knew she was fucked, but what could she do?“Lucas loved me, and that is all that matters,” she thought.Two hours into the wait, the secret service burst into the room. Hasten had been informed about Alex’s kidnapping, and he furiously ordered the secret service to get to the bottom of it.They were dressed like ninjas of death. From their head to their toes, they wore dark apparel that covered them completely, even up to their fingernails.There were four of them, and each carried a briefcase.One of them sat on the chair on the other side of the desk, opposite Sonya, while the other three positioned themselves at different corners of the dark room, standing in silence.Only the bulb, with its long flickering flame, hung an inch above the table, casting a dim glow over the desk.The darkness in the room made it even harder for Sonya to make out their full appearance. Yet, de

“Ahhhh!” Sonya screamed out loud again.“Why do you scream so loudly when I haven’t even hit you yet?” asked the secret agent as he hit the desk Sonya’s hands were fixed on by the agents holding her.The secret agent had been telling Sonya the story of how they started using a hammer as a means of torture, and hence, he demonstrated it by hitting the desk, but at each hit on the table, Sonya screamed out loud!“Leave her!” the secret agent instructed.Immediately, all three holding her released their grip on her. Just then, she continued to shake like trembling feet.She shook from head to toe as if she had seen danger in the face.“Guards!” the secret agent called immediately.Just then, a man in a sleek, fitted blue suit stepped into the interrogative room. By his dressing, Sonya was able to tell that the man was a presidential bodyguard.“Take her away!” the secret agent ordered. With this, the guard grabbed Sonya by her shoulder and took her away!***Lucas was almost reaching the