Special inspector Edmund walked in. Crisp charcoal suits glowing from hours of pressure under hot aluminum. His badge was one declaration— authority. His cold expression was another— that he wasn't here to chitchat. A pad clutched in his hand like a weapon, glowing with evidence. Behind him flanked two police officers in uniforms.The opposite chair scrapped the floor as he dragged it back below the desk. He sat and leaned forward with elbow resting on the table edge. He glared at Donald with an unkind expression like he'd already confined in a coffin.Barrister Rex stood beside Donald moore, his client. His expression was utterly focused, his mind sharper in readiness for whatever was coming.Donald moore sat still, composed. Assured of his innocence."Mr. Donald moore," The inspector rasped, almost mockingly. "I hope you're aware of the allegations that'd been pressed on you about the murder of the deceased Mr. Benjamin. If you plead with the family of the Victims, maybe your...""

*****************************Hikvision camera whirled quietly on the walls. 4k. Clean. The kind that can see deep deep into your souls even at night. Securities in crisp uniform stood on guard, performing security checks on the lines of vehicles.The gate itself isn't just a barricade. It's a static sentinel, enhanced with advanced technology to discover weapons and prohibited items.The security pulled Dominic over with a gentle wave for security check after the next car passed through the gate.Dominic wound down the side with a light smile."Good morning,Sir." The security greeted politely, his sharp eyes scanning the car. "Your gate pass, Sir." Dominic's eyes narrowed in sincere confusion. "Gate pass? Oh, I never knew I'll need that. This is my first time coming here."Understanding the situation, the security nodded, keeping his voice professional and polite. "Are you a visitor? or a new employee?" "I'm just a visitor," He said."And who are you here to see, Sir? Without a gat

"is that a big deal?" Dominic raised a brow.Vanessa smiled, her surprise palpable. "No. I mean. Nowadays, it's very rare to see a guy about your age not having anything with a woman."Dominic simply smiled.Vanessa turned to him with clear Interest."Don't you have a girlfriend?" Dominic was silent for a moment before he responded with a quiet voice."I had." "Had?" Vanessa pressed on, curious. She raised a brow "You broke up with her?" "She cheated on me," Dominic snapped, his mind casting back to that night he spent his relationship crashed. How Evalina cheated on him while he was planning her birthday, only to see her entering with another man. She had him embarrassed in front of his friends. How could she know that Vanessa was the aunt of that same woman— Evalina. Dominic continued. "She cheated right to my face like I meant nothing. Ostracized me like I never existed in her life at all. Said I was worthless and she deserved someone who does better than me.""What," Vanessa

"Old hands in the culinary art. Five times Michelin star winner. Undefeated. Topper in the academy. We're winning. Reid has given another chance. A bigger hope to rise and we're not allowing this slip. They're funding the competition. Full backing. Pending endorsement."Mr. Hartwell kept nodding with a sheepish grin, the pasta forgotten cold on the table like they hadn't been feeding on it for the past two months. Daniel leaned in, his voice neutral. "What about your opponent? Who's he?""She," Isabella clipped. A sharp laughter followed, curt enough to cut down Vanessa's pride and confidence cooking artistry. "She's...a nobody. She can't stand my expertise. Just some lucky woman who had the chance to have some dump in the street corner." "You still need practice." Daniel chipped in, his voice firm. "I can't even remember the last time you stepped into the kitchen to cook a real dish."Isabella turned to look at him, smelling the blood underneath his tone. But she didn't bite.Mr.

Vanessa's car tore through the night along a quiet street, her knuckles paled on the steering wheel as she held it tight like her life depended on it— which of course it does. On the next seat was her phone, glowing with Dominic's name. He was the only one she thought of calling at that moment.She'd noticed a car following her from behind since the moment she went to Hakkasan. That same car had been on her tail when she left the restaurant too.She'd been uncertain if actually she was being followed, and so she accelerated the car and turned another corner only for the car to take her direction too. Fear ran her blood cold.She kept glancing at the side mirror. The car headlamp was off, but she could see it through the streetlight. "What am I gonna do. What am I gonna do." Dominic wasn't picking her call.With a racing heart, she quickly typed text on her phone with shaking hands. "I'm n dangee." It wasn't so correct but it was comprehensive enough. She sent the text to Dominic quic