The officer’s smirk deepened. "Since you refuse to comply, Baron, guess what?" He leaned in, voice a cruel whisper. "This case has reached my superior —Inspector Amos." Andrew remained calm . The threats bouncing off his ears . Out of everything that had transpired in the interrogation room— the betrayal got him the most . The fact that he willingly fell into a trap because he was trying to help . The officer continued "Inspector Amos will force the truth out of you," he said, grinning. "Torture’s his specialty. And when he’s done..." He paused, savoring the moment. "You’ll be sent to Hell Abode Prison." Hell Abode! The name rang in Andrew's head . Of course he knew Hell abode , that was the place he planned on sending Mr Roman after he must have dealt with him . The name alone made the air colder. The Hell abode. A prison located in the middle of a scorching desert. A Deserted place with no hope of escape . Anyone sent there never came back. They didn’t survive the bea

The officer took the envelope and started flipping through the papers. Benita held her breath . She knew he wouldn’t let Andrew go immediately, but surely he would at least open an investigation. But to her shock, the officer simply looked at the papers, then back at her. “This isn’t enough,” he said, his voice flat, without any trace of concern. “This doesn’t prove anything.” Benita’s heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t believe it. The officer wasn’t even trying to do his job. He wasn’t even considering what she’d handed him. The evidence, all of it, was right there in front of him. She felt a flash of anger. “You’re not even going to look into it?” she demanded, voice trembling with frustration. “This is evidence, real proof, and you just—just dismiss it like it means nothing?” Andrew remained still. Of course , he had expected it . But what he couldn't fathom right was ,the person behind the frame up . Andrew’s mind raced. There was only one person who could have done this

At the A and U group headquarters . A fine young man in a navy blue suit was seen pacing around restlessly . Justin Mayers , CEO of A and U Group had received a call from his boss earlier that day and he was burning in rage after what his boss had told him . “Who dared mess with Mr Baron! I will make sure the bastard doesn't live to tell the story ! ” He sneered , dialing a number The phone rang twice before it connected. Justin clenched his jaw. “I want to speak with chief commissioner Kobe” “Mr. Kobe doesn’t receive calls. If it’s important, drop the message.” a bored voice said on the other line "Tell him that Andrew Baron asked me to pass a message to him ! “Justin said firmly “I'm sure you heard what I said. If there is anything important… There was a pause. Then the sharp sound echoed——someone had been slapped. “Don't you have common sense !” A voice bellowed "You heard who was on the line and you didn't pass the phone to me" The voice barked again At the same t

The door to the interrogation room slammed open, and Inspector Amos walked in, followed by ten imposing men. The air felt thick with tension as their heavy boots echoed off the concrete floor. They were all large, towering figures, built like tanks, their faces cold, hard as stone. The sight of them was enough to make anyone shrink back. But Andrew didn't even acknowledge that he had company in the room . Amos Smirked venomously "Still trying to act tough, Huh?" Andrew didn't respond , he sat still in the center of the room, hands and feet bound by heavy chains. He didn’t even glance up as the men stormed in . He remained still. It was as if he knew what was coming, or maybe he just didn’t care anymore. His silence was unnerving. Amos took a slow step forward. His lips curled into a confident smirk. “We could avoid all these if you do the needful" He taunted , flexing his dagger in the air so Andrew could see it . But Andrew didn’t move, not even a flinch as Amos flashed t

Benita’s scream was muffled behind the thick walls, but Andrew’s ears picked it up. His heart rammed against his ribs as he kicked open the door, finding her huddled in a corner, her face streaked with fear, surrounded by a room full of men whose smirks said too much.“You picked the wrong place to walk into,” one of them sneered, stepping forward, fists clenched.Andrew stood still, staring him down. “Move.”“You deaf or just suicidal?”“I said move,” Andrew repeated, slower this time, like he was doing them a favor.“You’re one man. We’re ten.”Andrew smiled.It didn’t reach his eyes. He didn’t flinch.He didn’t respond. He didn’t even blink.Because words didn’t belong in places like this.Violence did.The first man lunged. Andrew met him halfway and twisted his arm with a crack. Another one shouted, but he didn’t get to finish. Andrew struck like a machine—silent, precise, unrelenting. Bone met bone. Blood stained the floors. His fists didn’t slow, even when screams replaced thr