It was almost midnight. Markus Young's mansion was enveloped in a profound silence, broken only by the faint hum of the security system and the subtle whispers of the night.After ensuring Markus and Karina were resting, and all guards were at their respective posts, Debora finally finished all her duties. She returned to her room.Hurriedly, she pulled out her phone. Her jaw tightened, her eyes gleaming sharply. She called a number—one of her colleagues."Why didn't you make sure Dave was dead?!" Debora hissed. Her anger was so thick she could barely contain it. "Markus and Karina are still alive! Karina knew about the shooting at the boutique! They said Dave gave her the information!"The voice on the other end sounded nonchalant, even a little condescending, as if talking to a child. "Calm down, Debora. You're panicking too much. Dave is dead. We've confirmed it multiple times. You stabbed him several times. Then, we dumped his body into the deepest ravine outside the city. That ra

Markus searched for Karina out of concern. This was different from Richard and Alex, who were searching for Karina out of fear of losing the opportunity to control the Eager Group.Everyone was deployed. However, the search was in vain. No clues. No trace. It was as if Karina had vanished into thin air. The forces from both families began to grow weary and frustrated.Amidst the chaos of the search, simultaneously, every key member of the Young and Winter families received a message. The message landed on their private phones, from an unknown number, and with no sender name.The message read:'Don't look for me. You won't find me.'Everyone gasped. Richard, Markus, Maura, Sonia, and even Alex. They read the message over and over.Then, the next message arrived, seconds later:'I'll be somewhere else until the wedding day. Just prepare my wedding party with Markus. We'll meet there.'Markus remained silent, his phone still tightly clutched in his hand. His mind raced, trying to process

The last enemy, a remnant of the group that attacked them. Dave meticulously scoured every corner, wary of any moving shadows or strange sounds that might come from beyond the walls.Upon noticing movement upstairs, Dave wasted no time in ascending the stairs, pursuing it.As soon as he reached the upper floor, Dave heard a faint breath. He immediately went on full alert.A shadow suddenly darted from behind a pillar. Fast and almost soundless. The man just appeared, as if from thin air.Sling!A flash of silver slashed through the air. The man drew a knife from its hidden sheath on his arm. His eyes were cold, sharp, and utterly devoid of expression. He didn't speak, just stared at Dave as if he were already marked prey. Then, without warning, he attacked.His attack was fast, brutal, and precise. The knife thrust straight forward, aiming for Dave's heart. Dave spun, deflecting the attack with his protected forearm. A loud clang of metal echoed in the room. The man was a trained figh

After the commotion at the convention center subsided, and the 'Black Crow' perpetrators were successfully apprehended by the police, all core members of the Young and Winter families reconvened inside the building.They were no longer in the wrecked reception area, but in one of the smaller, more versatile halls, relatively untouched by the bomb and shooting drama. Despite this, the atmosphere was still tense, and the trauma from the recent events lingered heavily in the air.A faint smell of smoke still lingered, mixed with the aroma of disinfectant and residual fear.Markus sat in the main chair, flanked by his mother and father, who were still in shock. Wilson looked pale, occasionally massaging his temples. Tania kept clutching a handkerchief in her hand, her lips trembling. They had just gone through a horrifying experience and needed time to process it."Why do we have to be in this building again?" Tania asked in a panicked voice. Her face was strained, eyes darting to every c

"Give me that woman now!" the burly man bellowed, his eyes ablaze.The woman behind Dave clutched his shirt even tighter, trembling with fear.Dave sighed. He looked at the burly man with a flat gaze. "Before I hand her over," Dave said, his voice calm, "I want to know what's really going on here. Why is she running in fear?"The burly man laughed, a mocking sound. "None of your business!" He didn't want to waste time with pleasantries. This was his business. His. "Hand her over or I'll make you regret it!"Before Dave could respond, the burly man lunged. He swung a powerful punch towards Dave's face. Dave dodged swiftly. He didn't want a fight here, but he had no choice. The woman behind him shrieked in terror.Moments later, three other men emerged from the shattered doorway. All were big and tattooed, their faces contorted with rage. They must have been the burly man's associates. They saw the woman behind Dave, and without a second thought, they ganged up on Dave.The security on