Elsewhere, inside an opulent mansion adorned with crystal chandeliers and gold-trimmed furniture, Mr. Damien reclined comfortably on a plush leather sofa, a glass of champagne balanced elegantly in his right hand. Sitting across from him was his stunning daughter, Mia. She, too, held a delicate flute of champagne, her gaze intensely focused on her father as he spoke.“The trial is in a few days,” Mr. Damien began, his voice calm but laced with calculation. “Steve already confessed to his crimes, so he’s definitely going to jail. No matter what Zed does, he won’t be able to save him.”He paused, taking a small sip of his drink, then continued, “I’ve been keeping a close watch on Zed and his company. I know Steve is his top engineer and that he has a soft spot for the guy. He won’t want him rotting behind bars for years. I’m certain he’s doing everything in his power to stop that from happening.”Mia brought her glass to her lips and took a slow sip, her eyes never leaving her father. S

Amanda was taken aback after hearing Zed’s words. As she glanced at him, it felt like she was staring at an entirely different person. The Zed she knew would never risk losing a single client. He always did everything in his power to ensure his clients were satisfied. And whenever they weren’t pleased with the company’s service, he always found a way to win them back—maybe by offering them a Platinum car free of charge, or giving them a massive discount on their next order.But the Zed standing before her now didn’t seem afraid of losing a client. And it wasn’t just one client—he was willing to lose over fifty. All for what?"I don’t know what got you this way, or what—""I don’t want to hear any more about it, Amanda. I’ve made my decision, so please stop talking about it already," Zed cut her off sharply before she could finish.Amanda nodded, visibly backing down.Zed let out a long sigh and glanced at her. "I'm sorry. That was harsh," he admitted, his tone laced with regret."It’s

"The police called earlier, sir... Steve will be released today," Amanda Steele informed audibly.Hearing Amanda’s words, Zed's eyes widened in shock."What?" he exclaimed. "How? Why? What exactly happened?" he blurted out, stunned. His expression was a mix of shock and disbelief."Well, I don't know the full details... but Chief Beckett said that Mr. Damien dropped the charges and he's free to leave without further punishment," Amanda informed."Mr. Damien did that? That's impossible," Zed blurted out, still shocked."That was exactly what I said when he told me. I even thought it was a prank call, but it's real. He’s been pardoned and he’s free to leave," Amanda said, her voice rising with joy, her face bright with relief.Zed stood there in silence after hearing those words, his mind filling with questions and confusion.This didn’t make any sense to him.Mr. Damien? Dropping the charges?If someone had told him that yesterday, he would have laughed in their face. It sounded ridicu

Zed's heart skipped a beat after hearing Lucas's words, and he swiftly turned around to confirm if it was true. The second he twisted in his seat and glanced behind them, his eyes locked onto a black truck trailing just a few meters away. The vehicle loomed ominously, its tinted windows cloaking the identities of those inside, making it impossible to see who they were.But Zed didn’t need to see their faces—he already knew.They were assassins. And they were sent by Salazar McCall."You're probably just overthinking this. I don't think they're following us. Maybe they’re just heading in the same direction or something," Steve muttered, his tone casual, clearly oblivious to the gravity of the situation. He had no clue about what had happened days ago."No, he's right. They're following us," Zed bellowed, his voice laced with fear. The memory of that terrifying night resurfaced—the night Salazar’s men had chased him down like prey. If Mathias hadn’t been there to intervene, Zed would’ve

Lucas crouched beside the wrecked truck and glanced inside. He examined the interior carefully before reaching his hand through the shattered window and pulling out a weapon. It was an MP40 submachine gun, its matte black frame cold and grimy from smoke residue. He scanned the gun closely, and his sharp eyes quickly noted that it was fully loaded."Interesting," he muttered under his breath, his voice calm yet edged with tension.He reached into the truck again and pulled out another firearm—this time, a rifle. He detached the magazine and examined it, frowning when he noticed it was nearly empty. A realization struck him.“This is the same rifle one of them was using to shoot at us before the crash,” he noted aloud.Lucas’s brow furrowed as he looked over both weapons.“These men really meant business,” he mused, rising to his feet with the MP40 still in hand. “They planned to kill us by all means necessary. No hesitation. No negotiation.”He glanced down at the unconscious attackers