The soft hum of elegant piano music drifted through the air at the Premium Restaurant, mingling with the quiet chatter of well-dressed patrons.The restaurant’s golden chandeliers cast a warm glow over every table, making everything feel softer, more intimate.Lisa leaned back in her chair, sipping her wine with a contented sigh. Across from her, Lloyd watched her with an amused smile, twirling his fork idly between his fingers.“This is nice,” Lisa murmured, resting her cheek against her palm. “I can’t believe everything turned out like this. Just a few months ago, I was barely a part of this family, dying of cancer… and now, I’m the CEO of Francis Steel, with the most wonderful husband by my side”Lloyd smirked at her words, resting his chin on his fist. “You really think this is as good as it gets?”Lisa raised an eyebrow. “I mean… how could it get any better?”Lloyd’s smirk widened, but he didn’t answer right away, Instead, he leaned forward, taking her hand in his. His thumb tra

The Francis dining hall was drenched in an unnatural silence. Lloyd sat at the long, polished table, his fingers resting against the cool surface of his untouched plate. Lisa, seated beside him, shifted uncomfortably in her chair. Across from them, John, Harold, Eleanor, and the rest of the family ate in stifling quiet, their gazes either fixed on their meals or subtly avoiding Lisa’s hopeful glances. Lisa had tried... more than once, to start a conversation. “How’s work been, Dad?” she had asked Harold earlier. A grunt was all she received. Then she tried John “Grandfather, did you see the latest market projections for Francis Steel? We’re already seeing a profit increase...” “I read the reports” he interrupted curtly, spearing his food with his fork. After that, Lisa stopped trying. Lloyd, watching the entire exchange, clenched his jaw. He had expected resistance, but the cold treatment Lisa was receiving tested his patience. They acknowledged her when it was

The evening air was crisp against Lisa's skin, as sbe stepped out of the towering Francis Steel office building, her heels clicking softly against the pavement. The long day had left her exhausted, the endless meetings, negotiations, and paperwork.She didn't even know what she was doing half the time.."I thought it was dad's job to take care of this?"She grumbled All she wanted was to go home, take a warm shower, and curl up in bed with Lloyd.But the moment she stepped onto the sidewalk, her plans were interrupted.“Lisa” a smooth, familiar voice called.She stopped in her tracks, exhaling sharply before turning to see Edgar Numa standing near a sleek black luxury car, a bouquet of red roses in his hands.Lisa’s expression immediately hardened. “What the hell are you doing here?”Edgar smirked, stepping forward, his perfectly tailored navy-blue suit barely wrinkling as he moved.“Is that any way to greet an old friend?” he asked smoothly, extending the flowers toward her.Lisa d

Morty walked through the corridors of the Hilburg Police Department, his boots echoing against the tiled floor. The familiar scent of gun oil and cold steel filled his nose as he stepped into the department’s armory. Rows of shelves lined the walls, stocked with rifles, shotguns, body armor, and crates of ammunition.He ran his fingers over the cool metal of an assault rifle, his mind racing. This wasn’t just another operation... this was the culmination of weeks of frustration, dead ends, and mounting pressure from his father.Camren’s death had triggered a chain of events that had shaken the city’s underworld, and at the center of it all was a ghost... Simon Harland.A ghost that Morty was finally going to drag into the light.His fingers clenched into fists at the thought.The Draguns had been slippery, always one step ahead, but not this time, not with Logan feeding him information from the inside.Morty turned to one of the officers standing near the racks."How much do we hav

The Vanilla Palace restaurant was one of the finest in Hilburg, boasting an interior of polished marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and a quiet, refined atmosphere that reeked of wealth and power. It was the kind of place where the elite came to negotiate behind closed doors, to smile while stabbing each other in the back.Lisa sat across from Edgar Numa, her hands resting in her lap as she gazed absently at the elaborate centerpiece of red roses between them. She wasn’t truly present, her mind was elsewhere, back home, worrying about Lloyd.Where was he right now?Was he safe?Did he even know she was here?Edgar, however, was not one to be ignored.He tapped his fingers against the white linen tablecloth, watching Lisa with a growing smirk that didn’t quite reach his cold eyes.“You know, Lisa, I must say… it’s rather rude to accept a dinner invitation only to mentally wander off to another man” Edgar remarked, his voice laced with condescension.Lisa blinked, snapping out of her