Valtor slowly rose from the ground, blood seeping from a wound in his head, the pain heating him hard. “Fuck,” he hissed. “That bastard succeeded in wrecking my car—how the hell can I flee from here now that my car is damaged?”At that moment, Valtor spotted Nathan from a distance coming towards him, his step once at a time. Valtor's eyes locked on him and he began to step backwards slowly. He doesn't have any means of running again; the only thing he wanted to use for escape is being dismantled.“You can't run from me. Deep down, you know that, you piece of crap,” Nathan said harshly, then dashed toward Valtor.Valtor, on the other hand, had something up his sleeve, something he was planning to do and just waiting for the right time to execute it. As Nathan closed the distance, Valtor pulled out the same pen-like device he'd used on him months back, the snap dragon, and tried to flash it again into Nathan's face, but it wasn’t effective to him; Nathan's body had adapted to the Snapd

What Nathan had in mind was that he wanted Valtor to be in the custody of the police so they could uncover what he was hiding and what he had known so far. This won't only help them from saving the people under his captivity but will also prevent future disturbance. The reason Nathan didn't want Valtor to be under his custody was because he feared Valtor would have something planned if he remained in his mansion, which could put Amanda and Hazel's lives in danger. That fear was part of why Nathan had made the sudden decision to hand Valtor over to the police.Valtor was very intelligent, more of a tech guy. And Nathan's mansion was surrounded by something called the transparent shield repellent. It's a protected shield that prevents anything dangerous from getting into the mansion, which has kept everyone safe. And the shield also makes the mansion seem like it doesn't exist. “No matter what you do to me now, you can't stop me neither my plans. I will make sure I get what I want, an

    Brooks’s mouth bled, blood dripping from his lips as it touched the ground, his chest poured out an endless gush of blood, and the iron was entirely shrouded with his blood.  And at this moment, it was clearly confirmed that Brooks is dead. The police shifted their gaze to Nathan, who was holding Sophia in his arms, then rushed toward him, trying to lend a hand in order to help take Sophia for treatment, but Nathan refused to release Sophia from his arms. “No, don't touch her, leave her with me,” Nathan insisted, wrapping Sophia more into his arms.  After Nathan's persistence in nobody touching Sophia, the police respect his choice and step back, waiting for further instructions from Jordan.&

“Sir, that's all the bad news I have. I'm sorry, but that's…”Before Derick could finish what he was saying, Nathan raised his hands into the air and signaled for him to be quiet, which meant he was tired of what he wanted to say, and it was advisable not to say more. "It's okay," Nathan finally spoke after the long silence from Derick. He then gently dropped his hands to the ground. "The most important part is that she'll be fine, right? I don't care if she doesn't remember who I am or remember anything that has happened. All that matters now is that I will see her talk and smile again." Nathan smiled, then walked close to Sophia and sagged onto the bed she was lying on. He took her hand and squeezed it gently, staring into her pretty face. Sophia breathed warm and shallow; Nathan swore she smiled, as if caught in a dream. But it's all hallucination, his brain tricking him to believe his desires.Nathan smiled back, even though he knew the smile from her wasn't real, then leaned fo

“Exactly, Mum. You understand my point fully well; that’s the aim, and we’re going to achieve it to the fullest. So you should just forget about Sophia and focus on our plan,” Victor chuckled, then relaxed back onto the sofa.Deep down, Jessica felt puzzled about the entire thing, the organisation's name, and a whole lot that sounds weird and very suspicious and most of all dangerous. But no matter what, she had to play along. Maybe through this, she might discover where her daughter was, and once she made contact with her, she would look for a way to escape the city—somewhere far away where even Victor couldn’t track them. She wished she could convince him to stop, but she knew if she tried, he wouldn’t hesitate to hurt her. He was as heartless as his father.Moments later, while Victor and Jessica were conversing, Victor’s phone began to ring. He shifted his gaze, picked it up from the side of the table, and answered the call.“Hello, who am I speaking with?” Victor asked first, his