Dave was amazed and impressed as he walked through the mall, his eyes filled with admiration. Everything looked so bright and beautiful—there were so many people, and so many interesting things one could buy. Umm... Dave froze as he noticed everyone in the mall seemed to have fixed their eyes on him. The looks they gave were filled with disgust, their judgment plain and unhidden. He could even hear the surrounding whispers. "Oh my God… who's that? He looks so unkempt." "What the hell? Why would they let a beggar in here?" "Who knows? Maybe he's not just a beggar but a criminal…" Yeah, you're right, man. Someone like him, hmm… > "Mmm, he's definitely here to steal something." Dave didn't mind the stares or what they were whispering about. He acted as if he didn't care and walked straight toward a boutique store. Just at the entrance, a saleslady stood there, looking stunning and cute. Dave couldn't help but smile to himself. Hmm… I see why they placed her at the entrance. Th

The Wayne Mansion stood like a silent fortress under the night sky, its towering spires and golden-lit windows casting long shadows across the marble driveway. Inside the master bedroom, Jorge Wayne lay propped against a mountain of soft pillows, his breathing shallow but steady. Machines beeped in rhythmic intervals beside him, monitoring every heartbeat, every breath.His gaze lingered on a photo in his hand—a picture of a younger Victoria holding a baby Dave, both smiling with innocence and joy. Jorge’s eyes misted over. So many years lost. So much time wasted in the shadows of lies.The door creaked open.Dave entered slowly, his expression unreadable, a bag from Crusline Mall still in one hand. He had changed into a black designer suit, tailored perfectly to his form. His hair was slicked back, and the glint of the Wayne black card peeped from his wallet.Jorge smiled faintly."You’re back," he said weakly.Dave sat by his bedside, placing the bag on the nearby chair."I didn’t t