Lucas arrived at Palm’s restaurant a few minutes before six. The restaurant was softly lit, with some few people having conversations. He glanced around the main dining area, scanning the tables, but there was no sign of Henry. Not wanting to draw attention, Lucas quietly chose a seat near the corner. He sat down, his eyes still moving across the room, waiting. Soon a waiter approached him smiling politely. “Good evening, sir. Would you like to order something while you wait?” Lucas shook his head lightly. “No, thank you. I’m waiting for someone.” The waiter tilted his head. “Are you here to meet Mr. Henry?” Lucas straightened a little, surprised. “Yes… I am.” “Then please, come with me,” the waiter said, gesturing toward the back. “Mr. Henry asked that you wait for him in his suite.” Lucas hesitated for a moment, then rose from his seat. “Alright.” The waiter led him past the main dining area, through a narrow hallway lined with framed paintings and they walked deeper

Henry’s car sped through the gates of President Gabriel’s mansion, he pulled up sharply in front of the grand entrance. He barely gave the engine time to settle before he swung the door open and stepped out, then he quickly and restlessly ran into the living room. Inside, the maids were startled by his sudden entrance, bowed respectfully. “Good evening, sir,” one of them greeted softly. But Henry didn’t respond. His face was tense, his eyes filled urgency. “Where is the president?” he demanded.The maids exchanged nervous glances. One of them stepped forward, speaking carefully. “He’s in the study, sir. Please wait here…we’ll inform him of your arrival.” But Henry shook his head, his impatience boiling over. “No. I can’t wait.” “Sir, please,” another maid called after him, her tone pleading. “Protocol requires…”Henry ignored them completely. His footsteps hurried against the floor as he strode past, his pace quickening with every step. The maids tried to call him back,

Meanwhile, Lucas sat in a dimly lit room with Daniel and Freya. The three of them were restless, their minds racing with questions they couldn’t answer. Daniel leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, tapping his fingers nervously. “I wonder what Henry has done with the evidence,” he said, his voice low but filled with anticipation. “Do you think President Gabriel listened to him?” Freya crossed her arms, her eyes fixed on the floor. “He has to,” she replied firmly. “If Gabriel truly cares about this country, he won’t ignore it. But still… it’s not easy. Accusing another president of smuggling drugs? That’s not something anyone would believe right away.” Lucas sat quietly, his face tense. He had risked everything to gather the documents, and now the weight of uncertainty pressed down on him. He finally spoke. “Henry knows the risks. That’s why I gave him the evidence. If Gabriel doubts me, he’ll trust Henry. But I can’t help wondering… what if Gabriel refuses to believe it? Wha

Lucas pressed harder on the gas, trying to shake the car behind him. He took sharp turns, cut through side streets, and even slowed down suddenly to see if the driver would give up. But the driver kept on coming after him, steady and determined. Whoever was behind the wheel wasn’t letting go.“Persistent,” Lucas muttered, his eyes narrowing. “Fine. Let’s finish this.”He guided his car deeper into the city, away from the main roads. The streets grew narrower, darker, until finally he turned into a deserted alley. The place was silent and the air was damp and foul, carrying the smell of rot and garbage that had been left too long.Lucas stopped the car. He sat still for a moment, listening and the other car rolled in after him. Lucas could feel the tension rising, his pulse steady but strong. He whispered to himself, almost like a promise. “You followed me here. Now you’ll regret it.”Lucas sat quietly in his car, the engine off, the alley wrapped in darkness and the foul smell of ro

Lucas pushed the door open, and he walked inside, the was warmer, and he sighed enjoying the warmth because he’s been in the cold outside for long. Before he could even take a step further, Freya rushed to him, her arms wrapping around him tightly, almost desperately.“Lucas!” Her voice cracked with relief. She buried her face against his shoulder, holding him as if she feared he might vanish. “Are you hurt? Tell me you’re not hurt.”He let out a low chuckle, though his hand came up to steady her trembling back. “I’m okay,” he said softly. “Really. Just had to deal with a tracker. Nothing I couldn’t handle.”Freya pulled back just enough to search his face, her eyes wide and glistening. “You can’t keep taking risks like that. What if…what if something had gone wrong?”Lucas shook his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “If something had gone wrong, I wouldn’t be standing here right now.” He brushed a strand of hair from her face. “I’ll always take care of myself. You know that.”