Dr. Hayes led the way, his posture was upright and composed as he walked beside the Prime Minister. His steps were steady, his face was unreadable.Darius Crowe walked just behind them, his mind was racing.The Prime Minister’s enforcers moved in practiced formation, their presence alone was a silent warning that no one should dare interfere. They were disciplined, their eyes scanning every corner of the corridor.Behind them, the selected journalists and cameramen trailed at a safe but strategic distance. Their cameras rolled continuously, capturing every movement, every flicker of expression.The bright hospital lights cast long shadows along the polished floors. The sterile scent of disinfectants filled the air, mixing with the distant murmurs of patients and medical staff.Darius forced himself to focus, even as his thoughts kept drifting to Lunebrook—the tragedy, the chaos, the loss.He swallowed hard. He had to stay composed.The group moved through the long corridors, passin

Darius nodded, his throat tight with emotion. “Yes. It was me. I ordered the attack.”There was a long silence. The only sound was the soft beeping of the monitors, which seemed to grow louder with each passing second.Darius could feel his chest tightening, the weight of his confession started sinking in. He wanted to say more. To explain why, to beg for forgiveness. But he knew it wouldn’t matter. His daughter’s life was still at stake, and there was nothing he could do to undo what had already been done.The Prime Minister stared at him, his face was unreadable. Darius could see the shock in his eyes, but also a flicker of something else—something darker, more calculating.“Why?” the Prime Minister asked finally, as his voice was almost a whisper.Darius shook his head. He couldn’t answer that question. Not in front of the cameras. Not with so many eyes on him. The truth was too complicated, too dangerous. And yet, it was the only truth he had left.Darius Crowe felt the air in t

Darius Crowe’s breath was shallow, his chest was rising and falling in uneven motions. The silence in the room stretched on, thick and heavy. The Prime Minister hadn’t moved, his sharp gaze was still locked onto him, waiting—expecting.Darius knew he was at a crossroads.Tell the truth, or bury it forever.His fingers twitched slightly, the weight of his choices started pressing down on him.Finally, he exhaled shakily and forced himself to speak.“I…” His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. “I blackmailed Marvin Richmond… because I hated him.”The Prime Minister’s expression didn’t change. He remained still, watching.Darius swallowed hard, his throat was dry. “I wanted to destroy him. I couldn’t stand how fast he was rising… how much influence he had. He was becoming too powerful, too respected. And I—” His voice faltered, but he pushed forward. “I wanted to tear him down before he became untouchable.”His words hung in the air, suffocating in their weight.The Prime Minister

Marvin’s mind raced as he processed the question. Every muscle in his body tensed, but he forced himself to remain calm. He couldn’t afford to show any signs of unease.Slowly, he exhaled and met the Prime Minister’s gaze.“No, Your Excellency,” Marvin said carefully. “I... I didn’t have a hand in Mr. Crowe’s confession, which was very controversial if I must say.”Silence.The Prime Minister leaned back in his chair, his expression was unreadable. He lifted his cigar to his lips and took a slow drag, with the burning ember glowing in the dim light.For twenty long seconds, he stared at Marvin without blinking.Marvin wanted to meet his gaze directly, to show confidence, but something inside him hesitated. Instead, his eyes flickered to the cigar in the Prime Minister’s hand, watching the smoke curl into the air.Then, the Prime Minister spoke again, his voice was lower, firmer.“You see, Marvin,” he said, rolling the cigar between his fingers. “I don’t like lies. I take them as a

Marvin's body trembled as the invisible force constricted around his throat, squeezing the life out of him. His vision blurred, his limbs twitched, and his chest burned for air.Then—he felt it.A sudden, overwhelming pressure lifted him off the ground. His feet dangled helplessly as he was hoisted into the air by the Prime Minister’s telepathic grip.The crushing force around his neck tightened. His hands clawed at his throat, but it was useless. There was nothing to hold, nothing to fight. His head pounded, his lungs screamed for oxygen, and his body convulsed from the lack of air.Then—just as the darkness threatened to consume him—The pressure vanished.The invisible hands released him.Marvin dropped like a stone.He crashed onto the floor, with his body hitting the cold surface with a loud thud. His limbs sprawled out, his chest heaved violently, and a sharp pain shot through his ribs.Coughs racked his body as he gasped for breath, desperate to fill his lungs with air. Hi