The black car moved fast along the lonely road. Inside the car, two men sat at the back, talking in low voices while a driver focused on the wheel.“The world is not for good people,” one of the men said, his voice heavy with pride. “It is for the wicked. Look around—wicked men live long and enjoy their lives. The good ones suffer and die early. Tell me, my friend, why should we waste our time being good? Why not just be wicked, live a good life, and stay alive longer?”The other man burst into laughter, his belly shaking. “Yes, yes, my dear friend,” he said between laughs. “It is good not to be good. The good ones are fools. The wicked ones, they control everything.”The two men laughed together. Their laughter filled the car, echoing against the tinted glass windows. A young lady sat beside them. She was beautiful, her skin smooth like polished glass. She wore a red dress that hugged her figure. Her eyes stayed low, not daring to meet theirs. She had learned long ago that when power

Morrison hurried into the office, his face pale as if he had seen a ghost. His shoes tapped quickly against the floor, and his hand shook as he clutched his phone tightly. He pushed the door open without knocking and rushed toward Karvel, who was sitting on the edge of the chair with a glass of water in front of him.“Young master,” Morrison said quickly, almost out of breath. His voice cracked with urgency. “You need to see this right now. I just received a message from Raymond’s family.”Karvel looked up, frowning at Morrison’s tone. He set the glass down, his eyes narrowing.“What is it?” Karvel asked.Morrison didn’t answer with words at first. Instead, he held out his phone with both hands. The screen glowed brightly in the dimly lit office. Karvel leaned forward and took the phone from him, confusion spreading across his face.The message on the screen was short, but every word struck him like a knife in the chest:“Alex is getting married in one week.”“So…” Karvel finally spok

Master’s deep laugh echoed in the station. His voice carried a calm authority, the kind that made people stop and listen.“You know I don’t walk alone,” he said, raising his hand slightly. “Look around. There are guards everywhere.”The guards, who had been standing silently along the walls, shifted their weight. Their eyes scanned the room, sharp and watchful. Even without weapons in their hands, their presence alone was enough to remind anyone that Master was not a man to be approached carelessly.Morrison forced a smile. He had faced Master many times, but today felt different. There was something in Master’s tone, something colder, something heavier.“Master,” Morrison said, bowing his head slightly. “Tell me, what brings you here today?”Master’s gaze narrowed. “The thing you and Karvel refused to look into.” His voice dropped low, almost like a growl. “I have been working on it myself. I wanted to know who dared to kidnap my grandson—Karvel.”The words struck Morrison like a bla

Karvel stood close to his grandfather, his eyes bright with excitement.“You don’t have to bother yourself, Grandfather. We can handle this. Look at me now—I’m fine. Nothing is wrong with me anymore,” he said quickly, trying to sound strong.Master folded his arms and gave Karvel a hard stare. His old eyes carried both love and strictness.“Do you know what, Karvel? You just relax and watch me do what I know best,” he said, his voice calm but firm.Karvel sighed and shook his head. “Grandfather, please… it’s just a minor issue. You don’t need to make it a big deal.”Master’s brows shot up, and he leaned forward, his voice sharper now.“Minor issue? Did you just call a kidnapping case a minor issue? Do you even understand what you are saying? Someone took you away, Karvel! Someone dared to lay hands on my grandson. You think that’s something small? No! The people who had the courage to kidnap you are still out there, watching, waiting, and planning. Don’t you understand? You are the on

Patricia pulled the door open and saw her daughter standing outside. The evening sun had already started to fade, leaving a golden glow in the sky. Patricia’s focus was only on her daughter.Her face hardened the moment she saw her.“Why do you look so unkept?” Patricia asked, her tone sharp. Her eyes moved over Liza’s wrinkled dress, her scattered hair, and her pale face. She stepped aside, allowing her daughter to come in, but her voice followed like a whip. “Where are you coming from at this time of the day?”Liza walked past her quietly. Her steps were slow, and her shoulders looked tired, like she had been carrying the weight of the world. She dropped her handbag on the chair and turned, her eyes heavy with exhaustion.“Mother, please,” she said softly. “I need to rest.” She turned toward the hallway, eager to escape to her room.But Patricia would not let her leave so easily. She folded her arms and stood in the way.“What’s your problem? How can you be this useless?” Patricia