Ryan sat back in his chair, he was already weighed down by everything.His head was bowed slightly, and he used one hand to rub his forehead slowly.Across from him, the three police officers still stood waiting for him to admit to the crime he knew nothing about.The leader of the group,walked closer to Ryan and spoke. “Mr. Walker,” he said calmly, “we’ve explained everything. The facts, the evidence, the testimonies we’ve gathered and unfortunately, they all point toward you. This isn’t just an assumption. These are direct digital trails linking your identity to the fraudulent transactions. We can’t ignore them.”Ryan’s hand paused on his forehead. Slowly, he lifted his face, his eyes meeting the officer’s eyes. “And I’ve also told you, those trails are fake. They were manufactured. Someone went to great lengths to make them convincing. You’re looking at a man who’s being framed.”Claudia, who was sitting, straightened in her seat. She had been holding back for as long as she co

“Those men aren’t police… they’re Falcon Creed,” Bobby's words tortured her as it kept replaying in her mind.Her knees weakened beneath her, but she snapped back to herself with a gasp. She couldn’t stand there wasting another second. She ran back inside the glass doors of the headquarters, the secretary calling after her in confusion, but Claudia ignored her completely. She burst into Ryan’s office and her eyes moved wildly until they landed on the keys of the Maybach that Ryan had left on his desk.With shaky hands she snatched the keys.“I can’t let them take him. I can’t, I won’t let Lord Ryder fool us like this…”She ran back outside, not caring about the stares from the staffs who had witnessed the supposed arrest. “Ma’am, why was Mr. Walker arrested?” The secretary asked and she didn't respond.Her hands trembled as she pressed the unlock button. She slipped behind the wheel, started the engine, and sped out of the compound.Her chest rising and falling in fast breaths.But

The yellow cab slowed to a halt at the front of Nova headquarters. Ryan exhaled deeply as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a few bills and handing them to the driver. The man turned to him with kind eyes...“Sir,” he said softly, almost reverently, “the whole city’s talking about you. About what you did today. You single handedly brought down three members of the Falcon Creed.”Ryan paused, staring at him for a moment. There was no pride in his eyes, only weariness. But he nodded once and stepped out.The second he shut the door, his staff began to gather. Word had spread quickly, Ryan Walker had returned, and he was safe.Applause broke out. Genuine applause. It echoed throughout the company building. Men and women from every department, from interns to senior managers, stood clapping, smiling with relief.“Mr. Walker!” someone cried. “You’re safe!”“You’re back!” another called out.Ryan’s lips curved faintly into a smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes. He raised a hand sl

Ryan sat comfortably at the round corner table of the prestigious Vilaris Bites, a restaurant known in the city not only for its luxurious décor but also for its reputation as the food spot of the extremely wealthy. Across from him, Claudia sat elegantly, her back was straight, her glossy hair resting over her shoulders as she delicately cut into her meal. She glanced up every now and then, smiling faintly at Ryan, who seemed calmer than he had been in weeks.“This place is beautiful,” Claudia said softly, twirling her fork gently. “I’m glad you chose here. It feels… normal, after everything that has happened.”Ryan gave her a small smile, sipping his wine slowly. “Normal is something I want you to have more of. Even if just for an evening.”Claudia’s heart warmed at his words. She opened her mouth to reply, but before she could, Ryan’s gaze shifted from her toward the large double doors at the entrance of the restaurant.He froze for a second.Claudia followed his eyes and saw the

Every pair of eyes lingered on Elizabeth and Julian as though they were performers on a stage, trapped under a spotlight they could not escape.The elegant woman stood firm, her stained million-dollar gown dripping with sauces and ruined delicacies. She crossed her arms, her chin lifted like that of a queen passing judgment on peasants.“You will pay for the food you wasted,” she said slowly, each word came out like she was counting her words, making sure that every word sank into them. “You will provide Fifty thousand dollars to the waitress now, and provide 1 million dollars to my designer to get a new dress of the same worth for me, also now.”Elizabeth’s body tensed. She felt her pride suffocating her, her humiliation blended with anger until it became too much for her to contain. For minutes she had begged and pleaded, her voice cracking, her dignity crumbling, but now, something inside her remembered she was Elizabeth McCarthy and could be as cold and rude as the woman.She drew