"Mr. Harvey-" Vanessa turned her head with a bright smile, like a morning glow through the fog. However, her steps were halted when Harvey raised one hand, palm facing his chest.His smile was thin, barely visible, but enough to show his typical cold manners. "Call me Harvey," he said calmly. His voice was soft, but firm, like the tone of a man who had long been accustomed to formality, but never really enjoyed it."After all, you are a big star, Ms. Vanessa. It would be strange if you were the one to call me 'Mr.'."Vanessa frowned, sweet but amused. Her hands folded lightly on her chest, one of her fingers rose, tapping lightly on the corner of her pink lips. Her gaze seemed to be considering something."Hmmm... Then," she said as she tilted her head slightly to the right, "We agree not to use formal language. Agreed?"Her eyes looked at Harvey like she was challenging, but more playfully than seriously. The atmosphere becomes a little warmer - as if two polar opposites are trying t

Vanessa furrowed her brows. "Photos?" she asked quietly, but her tone was stressed.She turns quickly to Harvey, searching for an explanation with her eyes. But Harvey remains calm, like a stone statue who knows the storm is coming - and he's ready for it.Harvey's gaze never leaves Susan. His eyes are sharp and frozen, like an eagle that has locked onto its prey. His cold aura made the air around them feel tense.Susan, who had been so loud, now seemed to lose her breath. Her throat moved up and down as she gulped. The hand holding her cell phone began to sweat. Her fingers trembled slightly, trying to keep herself from panicking.Vanessa leered at her. "What do you mean about photos?" This time her tone was darker, almost a warning tone.Susan fell silent. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Her eyes moved nervously, looking for an excuse, an opening to escape, or even just air."Don't pretend to know nothing," Harvey's voice was quiet but firm, still without looking away. "You

“What do you think I am, Harvey?” says Vanessa as she bends one leg lightly, one hand perched casually on her waist. Her smile is curved, confident, like someone who knows all the attention is always on her. “I'm a movie star and host at Kaelvarion.”Harvey frowned. From the way Vanessa straightened her body, chin slightly raised, and shoulders unmoving under people's gazes, she didn't need to be given a stage to shine.“Yes?” he replied softly, half astonished, half amazed.Vanessa cast a quick glance at the clothing store behind them. Behind the glass display cases, the customers were pretending to be busy choosing clothes, but their eyes kept stealing glances, as if they didn't want to miss a second of the drama happening outside.Vanessa's eyes narrowed, her gaze now frozen. The warmth that had enveloped her voice earlier disappeared, replaced by a piercing cold like an uninvited winter wind. “It's not the first time or twice I've met someone who can stab me in the back,” she sai

The four men on the roof glanced at each other, their expressions tense. Foreheads furrowed, jaws hardened. Harvey's figure standing below-with blood dripping from his sides and an expressionless face-sent a warning louder than a shout.One of them clenched a fist, trying to subdue the subtle trembling in the fingertips. "Don't let your guard down," he hissed. "The wound is severe, but the body..." He swallowed. "Not the body of an ordinary person."The other three nodded slowly. Doubt crept in behind their heavy breathing. But there was no turning back. Not now.They knew: stepping down meant battle. But staying up meant more than cowardice-it meant failing the mission.They hadn't expected to encounter someone like Harvey.One of them - with short hair and a tattooed jaw - grinned faintly. A smile that was more like a nervous twitch. "Do you remember what happened a few weeks ago?" he whispered hoarsely. "The one that tried to get close to Miss Vanessa. His fingers were crushed... e

Harvey's steps echoed softly as he entered the empty building. The walls are dull, the paint is peeling, and the smell of dampness lingers like the breath of a decaying past. This place is far from decent, but that's what makes it ideal. There are no cameras, no witnesses. Only space and silence were silent witnesses to what was about to happen.Jordan had chosen this location carefully-and Harvey loved it. A place like this gave him freedom, space to speak... or act.On the other side of the room, a man stood with his arms folded across his chest. Sunglasses covered most of his face, but his sharp jawline and faint wrinkles on his forehead suggested impatience. Despite his age, his body was still well-built, clad in an expensive suit that was too flashy for such a bad place.His face conveyed a stern and dominant disposition. Alvaro Gibson. A man known not only for his business success, but also for the long list of women he'd collected like a personal collection. Four wives, and sti