Silence stretched so long it felt like time had frozen.Kael didn’t respond. He didn’t look at anyone. Even his breathing was calm—far too calm for someone who had just lost a relative—and worse, had just been played.He stood there like a lifeless statue. Yet the air around him was thick, suffocating.Thorne glanced at his watch, then looked at Vincent as if to ask—are we going to do something? But Vincent merely raised his hand, signaling for no one to move. He knew… even the smallest mistake could be a disaster within five meters of that man.Kael stayed silent.The sound of people breathing in the lobby was too loud in their ears. Even the ticking of the clock echoed like a judge’s gavel about to deliver a verdict.Five seconds.Ten seconds.Thirty seconds.One minute.Still, silence.And finally…Kael took a slow breath.“Sorry,” he said softly. Not to Vincent. Not to Thorne. More to himself.“I came without solid proof. That’s not fair,” he went on, his voice calm and clear… yet

Kael sat on the edge of his bed, the room dim, lit only by the glow of his phone screen. He opened a message from Vale that had arrived an hour ago."The data you requested, Your Excellency."A PDF file opened. Vincent’s photo filled the first page—immaculately dressed, confident smile, the very picture of modern success.Name: Vincent Albrecht.Age: 28.Background: Born into a modest family in a small town, father a taxi driver, mother a convenience store cashier. No political ties, no inheritance.Achievements: Within five years, by the time he was only 24, he had built a multi-billion-dollar business empire, dominating the energy, real estate, and technology sectors.Kael swiped to the next page. Those achievements were just the surface. Beneath the official records were details never made public: an international illegal firearms trade route, a dark network supplying human organs, and shadow contracts with armed groups in conflict zones.Kael narrowed his eyes, his fingers tapping

After a while lost in thought, the pieces of logic began to fall into place.Could Vincent and Bella have been having a secret affair?Honestly, it makes sense, considering Vincent was expected to be with Evelyne. So when he approached Bella, charming her, she might’ve decided to keep it under wraps, at least until she found the right moment.No matter how Kael saw Bella, it was obvious she envied Evelyne for all the praise and achievements she received.Then, exploiting that weakness, Vincent could’ve lured Bella somewhere and killed her there.So that’s how you killed Bella, Vincent?Now Kael had a rough picture of how Vincent had done it. All that was left was to find the proof and expose him.Of course, the best way to find evidence was to contact Vale and ask for his help.The body bag was zipped shut again. Without a sound, Kael left the morgue, walked down the hallway, and descended from the fifth floor—without saying a single word to Evelyne or Sofhie.By this point, he was al

On the 47th floor of the Albrecht Tower, sunlight spilled across the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, the glass catching it in a soft, golden reflection. Beyond, the city stretched out in miniature—skyscrapers reduced to toy blocks, the heavy traffic nothing more than thin, crawling lines.Vincent stood before the glass, one hand holding a crystal glass of red wine, swirling it slowly. His gaze swept across the skyline, but the faint smile on his lips made it clear his thoughts were far from the view.A single knock on the door. Then it opened. Thorne stepped inside with quiet, deliberate steps, dipping his head slightly.“Our plan worked, sir,” he reported. “The poor man who brought the false information and fabricated proof… Don bought it.”Vincent didn’t respond right away. He took a slow sip of wine, letting the heavy taste dance over his tongue before swallowing.Thorne continued, “We’ve also received word from the Laurent family. They’ll be attacking tonight. And—” he paused, w

In the monitor room, Don Matteo’s cigar smoke hung motionless in the air. His lips, usually fixed in a cold, tight line, parted slightly without him realizing. His eyes stayed locked on the shaking screen—not because of poor camera quality, but because the very floors of their headquarters trembled every time Kael took a step.Silvana stood stiffly beside him, fists clenched tight. She was rarely shocked, let alone shaken. But what she saw on the screen tore apart every bit of calm she had. “Boss… he… he’s not human. He’s like—”“Like a nightmare made real,” Don cut her off, his voice low but heavy. The last curl of smoke slipped from his cigar before it died out at his lips.Silvana swallowed hard. She wanted to deny it, but the image of Kael on-screen—darting through enemy fire, ripping men apart without a weapon—killed any words of protest in her throat.Don pressed his fingers against the table, his knuckles whitening. “Laurent… that old snake. They’ve been hiding this man from th