Yemin climbed into his car without a single scratch on his body, his clothes barely wrinkled from the encounter. He started the engine and drove up the parking garage ramp with the casual confidence of someone who had just completed a routine task rather than dismantled a supposedly elite operative.Justin Castellanos stepped out of his black SUV, staring in disbelief as Yemin's taillights disappeared into the night. His mind struggled to process what he had just witnessed."How the hell is he that strong?" Justin muttered to himself, his voice filled with bewilderment. "I spent millions finding Agent Collins because he was supposed to be the best of the best. He was supposed to be able to take out anyone."Agent Collins groaned as he slowly regained consciousness, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. The humiliation burned worse than his physical injuries."That arrogant bastard," Agent Collins wheezed, struggling to sit up against the concrete pillar. "After all my trash ta

Yemin was escorted into a stark interrogation room where two detectives waited for him. Detective Mike Torres and Detective Lisa Chen sat across from him at a metal table, their expressions cold and accusatory."Mr. Morgan, we're going to make this simple for you," Detective Torres began, leaning forward aggressively. "Just confess to what you did to Rebecca Martinez, and we'll make sure the prosecutor goes easy on you.""I don't know what you're talking about," Yemin replied calmly. "I've never met anyone named Rebecca Martinez.""Cut the bullshit," Detective Chen snapped. "We have evidence that proves you're lying through your teeth."She slid a manila folder across the table and opened it to reveal what appeared to be photographs of Yemin with a young woman in intimate situations. The images looked authentic, showing him in his penthouse with Rebecca Martinez."These photos were taken three months ago," Detective Torres said smugly. "Right around the time Ms. Martinez claims the as

The tension in the courtroom was palpable as Rebecca Martinez sat frozen on the witness stand, unable to answer Yemin's simple question about what was on his torso."Objection!" Prosecutor Alex Morrison shouted desperately, jumping to his feet. "This line of questioning is irrelevant to the charges!""Overruled," Judge Patricia Williams replied firmly. "The witness has testified extensively about intimate knowledge of the defendant's body. This question is directly relevant to her credibility.""It's a very simple question, Ms. Martinez," Yemin said calmly, his voice carrying clearly through the silent courtroom. "If you've seen me naked a hundred times over several months, surely you can describe what's on my chest and torso?"Rebecca's eyes darted desperately toward the prosecution table, silently pleading for help, but Morrison and his team had no way to assist her without revealing their knowledge of the fabricated evidence.Realizing she had to say something, Rebecca decided to t

Faye stood in the doorway, her hands trembling slightly as she met Yemin's gaze.The weight of her guilt was evident in every line of her posture, and when she spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper."Yemin, I came to apologize," she began, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I know I have no right to be here after what I did."Yemin stepped aside, allowing her to enter. Marcus Chen gathered up some of the sensitive documents from the desk, giving them privacy while remaining close enough to intervene if needed."Faye, you don't need to—""No, please let me finish," she interrupted, her voice growing stronger. "You warned me that things would get dangerous and bad. You told me that being close to you would put me at risk, and I promised I would stand by you. I said I would be with you no matter what happened."Yemin watched her carefully, noting the pain in her expression. "Faye—""But when the time came, when you actually needed me, I froze up," she continued, her voice brea

The chaos outside Justin Castellanos's building was unlike anything the city had seen in years.Camera flashes erupted like fireworks as reporters pressed against the police barriers, their voices creating a deafening cacophony of questions and accusations."Mr. Castellanos! How do you respond to allegations linking your company to multiple unsolved murders?""Is it true that you ordered the assassination of key city officials?""What about the bribes to judges and politicians?"Justin's face was a mask of barely controlled fury as he was led through the gauntlet of media attention. The handcuffs bit into his wrists, but the humiliation cut far deeper than any physical discomfort."This is a fucking witch hunt!" he snarled at the nearest reporter. "You vultures don't know what you're talking about!"A reporter from Channel 9 pushed her microphone closer. "Mr. Castellanos, sources say you've been operating a criminal empire for over two decades. Do you deny these charges?""I deny ever