T.J. shook his head. “Nothing much, so don’t worry. We’re not interested in any inside information about his company. We just need something simple from you. A spy.” Celia’s eyes widened. “A spy?!” T.J. nodded calmly, as though he had asked her to do something perfectly ordinary. “We’re looking for something. Have you ever seen him wearing a strange silver ring with a crescent moon pendant?” Celia furrowed her brows, trying to recall anything unusual about her boss. Then she remembered. Just the other day, she had seen Jarvis wearing a strange ring she had never noticed before. What made it even more unusual was the way he kept staring at it, as though it held some special significance. T.J. carefully studied her expression, noticing the slight change in her eyes. “I can see that you know what I’m talking about,” he said. “Which means he’s wearing it. All I need you to do is take it from him and bring it to me. That’s all.” Celia blinked at him, her hands still raised and her bod

Meanwhile, at the Marstons’ new household, things had taken a turn for the worse. Ever since their downfall, the once-wealthy family had been struggling to adjust to their new reality, and the tension inside their home had become unbearable. Roger Marston glared at the burnt food his wife, Jenna, had prepared. The sight alone was enough to sour his mood, and the taste would probably be just as terrible as it looked. It was always the same, and he had finally reached his limit. He had worked too hard to build a life where people answered to him, where money could get him anything he wanted, and where he never had to worry about his next meal. He had fought his way to wealth and power so he could live comfortably, with everything under his control. Yet here he was, barely able to afford proper meals. Even worse, the little food they managed to get was being ruined by his wife’s inability to prepare something as simple as spaghetti. Jenna stood behind him, nervously twisting her finge

Jarvis Grave was in his office at Brookdale when Celia Montoya walked in to inform him that he had an incoming call from the Presidential Office in Velmaria Capital.As she spoke, Celia discreetly glanced at his fingers, checking whether he was wearing the ring the dangerous strangers who had taken her child had mentioned. However, she saw nothing. There was no sign of the ring on either of his hands.Jarvis had been busy reviewing the documents spread across his desk, but the moment he heard where the call was coming from, he raised his head.“The Presidential Office?” he repeated, his eyebrows lifting slightly.“Yes, sir,” Celia replied, her eyes hollow and lifeless. “They said the call is important and that they would like to speak with you privately.”Jarvis leaned back in his chair, a faint smile spreading across his face.It seemed President Vorn had finally decided to come to his senses.“Put the call through.”“Yes, sir.”Celia turned to leave, but before she could take anothe

While Leon was busy making his phone call, Donald turned his attention to Diane, his expression stern.“What was David talking about when he said you kidnapped his son, Ethan? Did you really do such a thing?” he asked, clearly hoping there was more to the story than what he had heard.Diane lowered her gaze guiltily.“It was a stupid and desperate decision, Dad. I never planned to do anything bad to him. I just wanted answers, and I didn’t think things would turn out this way. I never imagined it would come back to bite me like this.”Donald shook his head in disappointment.“Diane, you should have thought about the consequences before doing something so reckless. You’re lucky we have someone like Leon on our side. Without him, David would have done everything in his power to keep you locked up, even if he knew you weren’t responsible for Brianna’s disappearance.”Diane remained silent, unable to argue with him. She knew her father was right, and there was no point trying to defend a

Vorn had barely returned to his private office when Margot Hale entered, carrying a folder she had been holding against her chest.“Mr. President, I have an update regarding Jarvis Grave.”Vorn walked behind his desk and settled into his chair.“Has he spoken to Azrael?”“Yes, sir. He has.”Vorn leaned back slightly, his interest sharpening.“And? What did Azrael say?”Margot hesitated for a moment before answering. “Mr. Grave says he cannot promise that Azrael will return to Velmaria Capital. According to him, Azrael has already made it clear that he has no intention of coming back.”Vorn’s expression darkened immediately.“What do you mean, he has no intention of coming back?”“According to Mr. Grave, Azrael is not interested in playing your games. He only agreed to pass along the message about your decision to let him treat President Halveth.”Vorn slammed his palm against the desk, the sudden sound echoing through the office.“That arrogant bastard!”Margot remained silent, knowin