Harry was walking back toward his car when a strange sensation washed over him—the same prickling awareness he'd felt before the traffic accident with Sarah Chen, before the gunmen at the tech summit. Something was wrong.He stopped mid-step and turned back toward the direction Gage had driven. The street was mostly empty, the business district quiet at this hour. But his instincts were screaming at him."Gage," Harry whispered, breaking into a run.He sprinted down the street, his heart pounding, following the route he'd seen Gage's car take. As he rounded the corner, his worst fears were confirmed.A dark sedan was parked at an angle, blocking the narrow street. Gage's car was stopped behind it, the driver's door hanging open. And there, on the sidewalk, a figure in dark clothing and a ski mask was dragging Gage's unconscious body away from the vehicle.The masked figure had a gun pressed to Gage's temple."Stop!" Harry shouted, skidding to a halt about twenty feet away. "Let him go

Harry's shock at his own invulnerability lasted only a moment. His instincts kicked in, and he launched himself at the masked figure while Frank was still stumbling backward in terror."Give me that!" Harry grabbed the gun, wrestling it from Frank's trembling hands.Frank tried to hold on, but his grip was weak from shock and fear. The weapon came free, and Harry immediately pointed it at the ground, his finger off the trigger."I'm taking you to the police," Harry said firmly, keeping his eyes on the masked figure. "But first—Gage, are you okay?"Harry glanced back at the lawyer, who was struggling to sit up, blood trickling from his head wound."I'm... I think I'm alright," Gage said weakly, touching the gash on his forehead.That split second of distraction was all Frank needed. He turned and sprinted toward his car, his footsteps pounding against the pavement."Stop!" Harry shouted, but Frank was already in the driver's seat.The engine roared to life, and Frank peeled away from t

Frank sat in his office chair, completely motionless except for his hands, which trembled uncontrollably on the armrests. His eyes stared blankly at the wall, but he wasn't seeing the expensive artwork or the leather furniture. He was seeing Harry's chest, watching bullets strike fabric and then... nothing."I shot him," Frank whispered to the empty room. "I fired five times. I saw every single bullet hit him."His mind kept replaying the moment in excruciating detail. The recoil of the gun in his hand. The crack of gunshots echoing off the buildings. The way Harry's shirt had torn with each impact. But no blood. No screaming. No falling to the ground in agony.Just Harry, standing there, completely unharmed."Was it a bulletproof vest?" Frank asked himself, reaching for the whiskey bottle on his desk. "But bulletproof vests don't work like that. They don't make bullets disappear."He poured himself a drink with shaking hands, spilling some on the expensive mahogany surface. "Did I mi

"Of course, Mr. Chen," Harry replied, following Michael to a quieter corner of the office."I wanted to check in about the AI education platform," Michael began. "The investors are eager to move forward. I need you to accelerate the timeline. Can your team handle that?""Absolutely," Harry said without hesitation. "We'll prioritize the core features and push for a beta launch within three months instead of six.""Good," Michael nodded approvingly. "I trust you to get this done, Harry. You've proven yourself repeatedly. Don't let me down.""I won't, sir," Harry promised.Michael turned to leave, then paused. "By the way, how are you feeling after last night? That must have been traumatic, seeing Gage attacked like that.""I'm okay," Harry said. "Just glad I got there in time to help.""We're all glad you did," Michael replied. "Gage is at home with security now. He'll be safe."After Michael left, Harry's curiosity got the better of him. He approached Michael again before the CEO could

"A mistake?" Alice interrupted, her voice rising. "Mona, you tried to send an innocent person to prison! You fabricated evidence, you lied to the police, you manipulated our entire family! That's not a mistake—that's a crime!""I know what I did was wrong," Mona said, tears starting to form. "But you don't understand how I felt—""I don't want to understand!" Alice shouted. "Because I would never—NEVER—do something like that to another person, no matter how confused or jealous or hurt I felt!""Alice, please—""You're heartless, Mona," Alice continued, her words cutting like knives. "Completely heartless. You destroyed Harry's reputation. You traumatized him. You made everyone believe he was a monster. And for what? Because he didn't return your feelings?"Mona's tears were flowing freely now. "I was confused! I didn't know what else to do!""So you decided to ruin his life?" Alice's voice dripped with disgust. "You know what, Mona? You deserve to go to prison. You deserve every singl