THER CRACKImmediately, bodyguards rushed toward Robert’s private study, and the atmosphere in the Green family mansion became even more tense than before. Everyone present could clearly feel that the truth hidden for the past three years was about to be dragged into the light. Robert’s face had already become extremely ugly. The calm authority he once carried was crumbling little by little, replaced by visible anxiety and suppressed rage. He never imagined that a young man he had looked down on from the very beginning would push him into such a desperate position in his own home.“No one is allowed to enter my study!” Robert suddenly shouted as he stepped forward angrily. His voice echoed through the hall, causing the servants to lower their heads in fear. However, Isabella’s expression remained cold and unmoved. “Search it,” she repeated firmly. “Anyone who disobeys my order will answer to me personally.”The bodyguards looked at each other for only a brief moment before continuing to

THE SECOND PLAYERThe room fell into a heavy silence after the old man lost consciousness again. The faint words he had just spoken lingered in Raymond’s mind like an echo that refused to fade. His expression gradually turned more serious as he stood beside the bed, his gaze fixed on the old man’s pale face. The situation had already gone beyond a simple poisoning case. What initially seemed like a single man’s greed was now revealing something far more complicated and dangerous.“…not just him…”Raymond repeated the words inwardly, slowly piecing together the meaning behind them. If Robert was not acting alone, then there was at least one more person involved, someone who had been hiding in the shadows all along. Someone who had not been exposed yet.Behind him, Isabella stood frozen for a moment, clearly shaken by what she had heard. Her hands clenched slightly at her sides, and her breathing was uneven. The truth was unfolding faster than she could process.“Mr Hernandez… what did

THE RUNNERThe night air outside the mansion was cold and heavy, carrying a faint scent of damp grass as the shadowed figure sprinted across the garden toward the outer gate. The path lights cast long, flickering silhouettes on the ground, making the entire scene feel tense and unreal. The guards stationed around the estate had already begun reacting to the commotion, but the figure moved with surprising familiarity, weaving through the paths as though they had memorized every corner of the place.“Stop right there!” Isabella shouted again, her voice echoing across the garden, but the figure did not slow down even for a second.Raymond’s eyes sharpened as he followed closely behind. Although his body still carried traces of weakness from earlier, the surge of urgency pushed him forward. His breathing remained steady, and his movements were controlled, but there was a clear increase in speed compared to before. The faint energy within him seemed to respond once again, as if danger itse