Elijah turned to her gently, noticing how tense she was. “It’s really nothing to make a big deal out of,” he said calmly. “Probably just a random robbery attempt or some reckless idiot firing blindly. These things happen sometimes.” Sierra glanced at him, still unsettled. “But… a bullet? That’s not normal.” He gave a small, reassuring smile. “I know it sounds scary, but look at me,” he said softly. “I’m fine. Nothing happened. The glass shattered, that’s all. No injury.” He rested his hand lightly on her arm. “Let’s not overthink it, okay? I don’t want you panicking over something that’s already done.” Sierra exhaled slowly, trying to steady herself. “You’re sure?” “I’m sure,” Elijah replied without hesitation. “If it was serious, I wouldn’t be sitting here talking to you this calmly.” She nodded, though worry still lingered in her eyes. “Alright… if you say so.” Elijah turned back to the window, his expression relaxed on the surface. In the BMW behind them, the road hummed qu

Elijah looked up at Felix and asked quietly,“What makes you think so?”Felix shrugged slightly. “It’s just normal to think that way,” he said. “You’ve had issues with certain high-profile people. Powerful people. So I don’t know… it could be that someone decided to target you.”Elijah nodded slowly. “I think so too,” he admitted. “I just don’t know who exactly. Whether it’s the Haldens… or someone else entirely.”Felix’s expression tightened. “So what are you going to do then?”Elijah leaned back slightly, his voice calm but resolved.“Sierra shouldn’t be asleep yet. Once she is, I’ll leave and start finding things out.”Felix understood immediately. He nodded.“Alright. I’ll be checking, so if she’s asleep, then I’ll come tell you.”Elijah nodded once more. “Okay.”Felix turned, opened the door quietly, and walked out, closing it gently behind him.Meanwhile, Elijah sat quietly, his thoughts shifting.Could it be the Hansen family?The timing… the silence… the reach—it wouldn’t be i

Elijah stood up from the car slowly, eyes still fixed on the camera pole. “Tomorrow,” he said calmly, turning to Phantom, “you people begin with Felix.” Felix nodded immediately. “Find the control access for that camera,” Elijah continued, “and any others covering this road. I want full coverage before the shot, during, and after. Every vehicle. Every pedestrian. Every shadow that moved.” Phantom adjusted the long gun in his hand and nodded once. “It’ll be done.” “And don’t just check this stretch,” Elijah added. “Trace exits from this road too. Whoever did this had an escape route planned.” Felix looked at him seriously. “We’ll map it.” Elijah’s tone remained steady, but there was weight behind it now. “I need all details before I travel out for Christmas vacation,” he said. “No assumptions. No loose ends.” Phantom’s eyes darkened slightly. “You’ll have answers.” Elijah gave a final glance toward the buildings ahead, then slipped his hands into his pockets. “They thought

Elijah stood still for another moment, then nodded to himself.Decision made.He walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the water run over him—cool at first, then warm.After bathing, he stepped out, dried off, and dressed neatly. Clean shirt. Dark trousers. Simple but sharp. No unnecessary flash.He glanced at himself briefly in the mirror.Calm. Controlled.Then he left the room and walked down the hallway toward the kitchen.In the kitchen, he found the meal Sierra had left for him. He warmed it up, plated it, and sat at the dining table alone.After finishing his meal, Elijah rinsed his plate, wiped his hands dry, and headed back upstairs briefly to grab his phone and wallet and walked out of the estate to the road side area Elijah stood there calmly for a moment, then lifted his hand slightly.A yellow cab slowed.He opened the back door and got in.“Where to?” the driver asked, glancing at him through the mirror.Elijah leaned back against the seat, composed as

“Yes,” Elijah replied calmly.Menson stepped forward quickly.“Clara, you can’t just walk into my showroom and do this,” he said sharply. “This isn’t your space.”Clara didn’t even look at him.But before she could respond, the same attendant from earlier leaned toward Menson and whispered just loud enough.“Sir… just let Madam Clara take him,” she said dismissively. “After all, he’s only going to waste her time. He’s not buying anything.”A few of the staff nodded quietly in agreement.Menson hesitated.He looked at Elijah again—cab arrival, simple outfit, calm face.Then he scoffed lightly.“Fine,” he said coldly. “If she wants to entertain him, she can.”He turned to Clara with a forced smile.“Be my guest.”Clara’s lips curved slightly—not amused, but confident.She turned back to Elijah.“Sir,” she said politely, gesturing toward the exit, “shall we?”The room watched closely.Elijah nodded calmly.“Alright.”Without another word, he walked beside Clara as they exited Menson’s sh