Rain drove, the dark sedan slicing silently through the night.The mansion’s lights faded in his rear-view mirror, and the car’s interior stayed as cold and tense as his expression.He reached for his phone and dialed a number he knew by heart.The call connected on the first ring.“He’s safe,” Rain said, his voice clipped and professional. “I dropped him at the specified location and made sure he went inside. Tell the Young Master his friend is safe, and the threat has been neutralized.”The voice on the other end, smooth and slightly accented, replied, “Understood. The message will be relayed immediately. Thank you for handling the retrieval, Rain.”Rain ended the call without another word.A deep frown creased his forehead. He let out a sharp breath and slammed his foot down on the accelerator. The engine roared as the car shot forward into the darkness.**In a luxurious bedroom bathed in the soft, clinical glow of hospital equipment, Tedmond lay still in the center of the bed, ey

Seeing that Otis was still listening, the doctor continued. It was better to finish before Otis found the strength to interrupt.“Your recovery now depends entirely on your compliance,” he said, his tone shifting into rapid, clinical instruction. “We need to protect the eye you have left. You must wear the recommended protective patch over the socket, especially when sleeping, to prevent irritation and infection. We will custom-fit you for a prosthetic in the coming weeks, but for now, the patch is non-negotiable.”He consulted the chart.“You’ll use the antibiotic drops twice a day. Avoid bright lights. Do not strain your vision—no screens, no reading, and absolutely no rubbing your face. Your depth perception will be affected, so you must move slowly. This is not negotiable. Do you understand?”Otis swallowed hard, the muscles in his throat painfully visible.He had threatened a life over signing documents, and now the very pen meant to sign those documents had cost him his sight.

Harold didn't flinch. He walked slowly past the doorway, watching the frantic efforts to subdue Gerald. The venomous curses washing over him were vicious, but Harold simply reached up and covered his ears with his hands, blocking out the sound.‘This is why you have no choice, Gerald,’ Harold thought bitterly. ‘You would rather die than face weakness.’He turned away from the door, his posture heavy with the decision, but his mind now snapping into professional focus. The medical emergency was handled. Now comes the mystery.Harold pulled out his phone, bypassing the contacts and dialing the number for his head of security. ‘Who is powerful enough to do this to a Griffin and help Kyle?’ Harold knew Gerald wouldn't talk, even if he could. But he was not Gerald. Harold was going to find out who had tried to kill his brother and why Gerald’s routine attempt to pressure Kyle had ended with such brutal, dismembering vengeance. He was sure this wasn't just about Kyle; the Griffins we

Otis’s breath hitched. His remaining eye, the blazing neon green of the therapeutic lens fixed on the officers, its unnatural color belying the panic swelling behind it.“The assault and kidnapping of Kyle Karishin.”Did they know everything? His role in setting the ambush? Or only the surface details—a failed kidnapping attempt that ended with him brutalized?A rapid, instinctive urge to lie flared up, but he stopped himself. He couldn’t afford a mistake. Otis knew his rights, knew he had to speak to his lawyer, but more urgently, the priority was to gauge how much the police actually knew. The Griffin had never been arrested before, not truly. The Griffin name had always shielded him, a fact that had always infuriated Tedmond. And now Tedmond had called the police on him?The audacity.Otis cursed Tedmond inwardly. He remembered every petty crime, every act of sabotage he had committed against Tedmond, all smoothed over by the family’s influence. To be cornered now—injured and

Beside Tedmond was a strikingly beautiful woman Harold did not recognize, her demeanor radiating calm competence.“I should have known,” Harold muttered, the words heavy with cold certainty. “It was always Tedmond.”He stared at the frozen image on his screen, Tedmond standing beside Kyle, secure and unapologetic.The cold certainty quickly curdled into scorching anger.Not only had Tedmond orchestrated the brutal attack on Gerald, but he had compounded the insult by having the nerve to call the police on Otis and Adeline.Tedmond had called the cops.The realization hit like a punch to the gut.That meant the entire chain of events, the ambush, the destruction of the hired crew, Gerald’s near-fatal injuries, and now the arrests, all originated with Tedmond.Otis must have used Kyle as leverage to threaten or coerce Tedmond into complying, and Tedmond had retaliated not with a direct confrontation but by dismantling Otis and Gerald entirely.Harold had no idea how he had done it, but