While they were enjoying breakfast, a young woman with an attractive appearance approached their table. She was wearing a tight black dress that emphasized her slim figure, with a white satin ribbon tied neatly around her neck. Her face carried a polite smile, and her steps were graceful as she came closer to Aurora and Max. “Excuse me,” she said softly, her voice sweet and confident. “I’m a student. I’m trying to start a small business by making my own blend of herbal tea. These are my new products, all homemade. I hope you’d like to try them.”Aurora looked at her with bright eyes. She seemed genuinely impressed by the young woman’s enthusiasm. There was admiration in her heart—the kind that comes from someone who understands what it means to struggle from the bottom. The girl took out several small bottles of tea, neatly packaged and wrapped with golden ribbons. They looked elegant and smelled fragrant. Aurora carefully held one of them, as if it were something precious. “That

Max fell silent for a moment after hearing the girl's confession.He took a deep breath and said softly, "If you know that could get you in trouble with the law, never sell that poisoned tea again."Then he took out his phone. "Tell me your account number."The girl looked at him, confused. "For what?""Hurry," Max replied curtly.Hesitantly, she gave him the number. Within seconds, a notification sounded on her phone.Her eyes widened in disbelief when she saw the amount that had arrived: $3000 USD."Y-you sent it by mistake?" her voice trembled."No," Max answered calmly. "Use that money to pay rent and buy what you need.""But remember one thing, never sell poisoned tea again, or anything that could hurt other people.""Find an honest job. You are still young."Without waiting for a reply, Max turned and began to walk away, leaving the girl frozen in place.But after only a few steps, the girl ran after him."Sir, wait!" she panted. "Please let me come with you!""Let me be your st

Via composed her face, putting on a faint smile like a typical night food seller. She offered tea in small cups to several rough-handed men sitting near the VIP stage.They were refused.Via flirted with a man whose face was covered in acne, his eyes sharp, a devil tattoo on his neck. He was not just anyone. He was a minor boss, one of Yanom’s men, often in charge of delivering goods like drugs to clubs.Via purposely dressed strikingly. A tight blood-red dress hugged her body, her lips heavily made up, and her hair was a little messy, like a nightlife woman who usually roams looking for clients. All of this was part of the plan. She bought the dress from a preloved shop with the money Max had given her.From the VIP entrance, a large man in a black suit walked closer. His gaze was wild, like a predator that had just found prey. He stopped in front of Via, looked her over from toes to neck, then smiled crookedly.“My name is Hamoz,” he said in a deep voice. “You are new here, right?”

Max looked at Aurora with a calm expression, though his eyes showed a hint of exhaustion. He gave a faint smile and said softly, “A mistress? There’s none, Babe.” “How could I have a mistress when I already have a wife as beautiful and kind as you?” Max added.Aurora went silent for a moment, her cheeks turning red instantly. Her gaze dropped to the table, trying to hide the small smile that appeared on her lips. Her heart felt warm—as if those simple words erased all the doubt and worry that had filled her earlier.She tried to cover her embarrassment by looking away, but Max had already caught that expression. A gentle smile appeared on his lips, melting away the tension that had filled the air.“All right,” said Max as he stood up and took the car keys. “Let’s see who this patient girl waiting for me is.” Aurora nodded softly, her eyes still filled with curiosity that hadn’t completely faded.A few minutes later, Max’s black car stopped in front of the main building of Max Corp

Via gave a faint smile. “Yes. At Dark Academy, we had a special subject for that. For killing by decapitation.” She paused for a moment, staring coldly at the severed head. “Unfortunately, I left before reaching that class.” Max exhaled quietly, as if suppressing laughter. “You did well, even without graduating from there.” Via only bowed her head politely. When the plastic was fully open, Hamoz’s head was visible. His face was pale, his eyes still slightly open. Max leaned closer, examining it with sharp eyes like an eagle. “This is him,” Via said softly. She pointed at the victim’s neck. “Every member of the demon cult has a tattoo on their neck. It’s their membership mark.” Max studied the strange black pattern on the skin, shaped like an open eye. “Do you know any other signs?” asked Max. Via nodded. “They often spend their time at night, pretending to be ordinary people. Most of them enjoy themselves in nightclubs. I found this man there.” Max leaned back in his chair