As Celestine pressed her lips to Elijah’s, he responded, his hands instinctively finding her waist, pulling her closer. The kiss deepened—fierce, breathless.Elijah’s fingers trailed down, brushing the curve of her thigh before gripping it firmly, drawing her to him. Celestine let out a quiet breath against his lips, her body melting into his as his other hand slid up her back, steadying her. It was bold. Uncharted. Dangerous. And yet—neither of them pulled away.Celestine’s fingers curled around Elijah’s collar, tugging him closer as their lips met again—slower this time, more deliberate. Her breath hitched when his hand moved along her thigh, tracing the soft skin with a mixture of reverence and fire. She leaned into him, her body fitting against his like a puzzle piece long misplaced.“Elijah…” she whispered against his mouth, her voice unsteady yet wanting.He paused for a heartbeat, forehead resting against hers, eyes searching hers as if to confirm this wasn’t just adrenaline or

A few minutes passed as Elijah and Felix sat quietly in the car, then Elijah’s phone buzzed. He picked it up and saw the same number calling back.He answered swiftly. “Hello?”The policeman’s voice came through. “Yes, Mr. Westbrook. We checked—someone named Damian Cresswell was indeed brought here. He’s been in the holding cell since yesterday. Actually, we’re about to proceed with his case today.”Elijah gave a slow nod. “Is your station head around?”“Yes, sir. He’s in his office now.”Elijah’s expression sharpened. “Alright, I’m coming around then.”Elijah hung up and glanced at Felix. “Confirmed. He’s there. Let’s go.”Sierra and Betty finally pulled into the bustling lot of one of the city’s largest and most luxurious shopping malls. Its wide entrance buzzing with people going in and out, arms full of bags.Sierra smoothly parked her new car, the engine purring to a stop as she turned the key and unbuckled her seatbelt.“Whew! This place looks packed,” Betty said, already eyeing

At New Ember Police Division 9, a black car rolled smoothly into the parking lot. The vehicle came to a stop near the entrance, drawing a few curious glances from officers nearby.The driver’s door opened, and Elijah Westbrook stepped out, dressed sharp as always, exuding an effortless aura of power and control. Felix exited from the passenger side, scanning the area subtly as he moved to join Elijah. The two men exchanged a brief look before walking toward the station’s glass doors.The nameplate above the building read, “New Ember Police Division 9 – Justice with Dignity."As Elijah and Felix stood just outside the station doors, Elijah reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. With a few swift taps, he dialed the officer’s number.The line rang once before it was picked up.“Hello?” the familiar voice of the policeman came through.Elijah spoke smoothly, “It’s Elijah Westbrook. I’ve arrived at the station.”“Oh—yes, sir!” the officer responded quickly, the tone of his voice

As Elijah sat silently, staring at his phone screen while it rang, Superintendent Dorson chuckled mockingly and leaned back in his chair, clearly thinking he had the upper hand.“Now you’re quiet, huh?” Dorson smirked. “Thought so. Must be regretting that chairman story. You young people and your jokes—next thing you’ll say is you own half the city. Don’t worry, I won’t lock you up… yet.”He laughed again, smugly folding his arms. “You looked so confident before, now you look like someone who just realized he’s out of his depth.”Just then, Elijah’s phone screen lit up—Isla had picked up the video call.Her face came into view, seated at her sleek desk, her glasses perched delicately on her nose. Behind her, the Dominion Group’s logo gleamed brightly on the wall.“Yes, Master Elijah?” she said calmly, clearly on speaker as her voice echoed faintly through the phone.Dorson’s laughter froze midsentence. His eyes widened, brows furrowing in confusion as he leaned forward, staring at the

"I know I've wronged you, Elijah," he said, his voice cracking as desperation bled into his tone. "Please… please help me get out of here. I beg you."Elijah didn’t flinch. He held Damian’s gaze, his face unreadable—until, suddenly, he broke into laughter. Cold, mocking laughter that echoed off the walls of the grimy cell block."Help you?" Elijah chuckled, stepping closer. "Damian… why would I save you… from the very place I personally put you in?"Damian’s eyes widened, his lips parting in shock. "W-What? What do you mean… by where you brought me?" he stammered.Elijah’s smile was calm, sharp. "That’s right," he said smoothly. "Everything… every step that led you here—it was all part of my plan. You see, I knew what you were doing. I watched you ruin others, abuse your power, lie, manipulate. You thought nobody saw, didn’t you? But I did. And I waited. Waited till the right moment to crush you under the very weight of your own sins.”Damian stumbled back a step, gripping the bars ti