And just before she wanted to drop her phone, it rang again. She thought it was the other man calling, and, infuriated, she shifted her gaze to her phone, but immediately her face went pale.The person who was calling was Nathan, the same person whose calls she had been expecting and had been trying to reach for over a week. Without hesitation, Jessica picked up the phone. And spoke into it. “Please tell me you know where my daughter is, because the last story you told me isn't making any sense. Are you trying to hide something from me?” Nathan, from the other end of the phone, gasped. “Will you just shut the hell up so I can speak?” After easing this silence, the other end fell silent before Nathan continued speaking. “Very well, thank you for the silence. For your daughter, she's fine and now awake.” Jessica was glad about the information, but before she could cut in with her voice again, Nathan's voice cut in. “But then, don't be in a rush to ask me when or where you guys could

Nathan laughed, shaking his head dismissively. “No, she isn't; as I had mentioned, she's one of the important people that had been with me throughout my journey.” Sophia stared at Nathan as he spoke; she didn't understand why, but she felt a wave of relief whip over her. She felt relaxed around him and thought that all he was saying was true. “Okay, I'm feeling a little bit stressed.” She nestled herself against Nathan. “Don't worry, you can relax on the bed; truly, you need rest. I will connect you with your mom so she can see you, alright?” Nathan offered. And Sophia nodded. “--” The next day, Victor was going through the same file of his father's that he had failed to complete earlier, and he got very curious about the specific man called Wesley; he had been coming across his name more than the main content in the papers. “Who the hell could this man be?" Victor mumbled, and a thought ran through his mind: to try to find out who the man was; maybe with that, he could gather m

Victor used this opportunity and ran out of the mansion. The event was disrupted with gunfire and turned to ruins. Cops came to the scene, but they couldn't identify who the killer was. Victor got home successfully, his body bleeding. Patel, who had a little bit of medical skills, did her best to stop the bleeding. "Victor, this won't guarantee that you will be fine. I have to take you to the hospital," Patel panicked. Victor chuckled, with sleepy eyes. "There's no need for that. I would be fine. If you take me to the hospital now, it will make the police know who the killer was, and you know it would be an endgame for me." Victor had lost a lot of blood in his body and was feeling like he wanted to pass out. Without a proper mediation, he might lose his life. Just as Patel was about to reply, Victor's eyes finally closed. "Fuck, I have to call the doctor." Though Jessica, his mom, wasn't at home when all this was happening, she lied that she wanted to go do a few important thin

 After Nathan was knocked out, he was taken away by Victor's men to the base. Meanwhile, Shinda, who had tried to take Amanda to safety, returned and met the dead body of Hazel lying on the ground.  Shidna fell on his feet. Gripping her body tightly on his arms as he began to shed streams of tears down his cheeks.  He had never expected that Hazel would die in a time like this, most of all, Nathan, his master, had been taken. The rage inside Shinda boiled like wildfire.  Though, Amanda didn't know what was going on. Shinda had earlier dropped her somewhere safe before coming for Hazel, and if he makes the small girl know what had happened, she will feel broken.  Last Updated : 2025-11-19

Shidna was annoyed as to why she had slapped his hand in such a manner, and due to how drunk he was, he took it personally and gripped her by the shirt before slightly lifting her up. “What the hell did you say again? I'm a man, and you fucking bitch have no right to slap me.” The people at the bar erupted into cheers at that moment. Adding more spies so they could fight. The bar is a fun place, and part of what makes it fun is the way people end up getting drunk and beating themselves up. Meanwhile, the waiter assigned to her section sneered. "Hehe, I told you that alcohol is a high-class type, and only pros could control the pull for the effect. “The first time I saw you, I knew you were just a beginner, and I wanted to give you something light so you could at least control the effect of the alcohol, but you refused. Now entertain us.” She laughed after speaking, and her colleague, who was beside her, slightly heard some part of the whispers, so she turned to the lady. “What evi