Damien ran through the hospital corridor, his breath ragged. His face was still swollen and bloody, his suit jacket tattered, his hair a mess, he looked like a man who had just been through hell.His feet automatically carried him toward the east wing of the hospital, where Amelia was being treated. His mind was chaotic, his heart shattered, but the one thing that kept him moving was the need to see Amelia, his wife.As he entered the corridor leading to Amelia's room, he saw a young woman in a neat uniform standing outside the room door. Amelia's personal assistant.The assistant looked up when she heard the hurried footsteps. Her eyes widened when she saw Damien's condition."Mr. Damien!" she exclaimed in surprise, running immediately toward him. "What happened to you? Your face,"Damien raised his hand, stopping the assistant's questions. "I'm fine," he replied hoarsely. "Amelia, how is she?"The assistant looked at Damien with a worried expression, but she knew this was not the ti

"Doctor! Doctor Parker!" the assistant screamed. "Emergency! Mrs. Amelia is seizing!" The sound of running footsteps was heard from outside, getting closer. Damien turned back to look at Amelia, his hand holding his wife's cold and stiff hand. "Hold on," he whispered with a trembling voice. "Please, hold on." But his mind was spinning quickly. What triggered this? They were just talking. Then he showed her the healer's contact And suddenly Amelia seized. Damien glanced at the floor where the paper had fallen. There must be something about that contact that triggered this reaction. But what? The room door burst open. The doctor rushed in with two nurses, his face serious and focused. "Move aside!" he ordered Damien, heading straight for the bed. Damien stepped back reluctantly, his hand still reaching out toward Amelia. The doctor checked Amelia quickly, his hands moving expertly over the still-trembling body. "Tonic-clonic seizure," he said to the nurse. "How long?"

Alex drove his black car at a steady speed, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, his mind spinning fast.He had to meet Logan.Directly.Without an intermediary.He had to see for himself the man who managed to kidnap Carlos and cause the entire Mendoza family to panic.But the problem was, Alex knew nothing about Logan.He had only heard the name once or twice from Shane and Carlos in passing conversations.They mentioned Logan with a dismissive tone, as if he were just an ordinary, insignificant person.But now, after everything that had happened, Alex knew that was a big mistake.Logan was no ordinary person.And Alex had to find out just how dangerous the man truly was.He glanced at his phone lying on the passenger seat.The search page about Logan and Cloudreach Corporation was open on the screen.The information he found was very limited, almost as if someone had deliberately erased Logan's digital footprint from the internet.But one conjecture was clear.Logan was w

After a few seconds that felt like an eternity, Logan finally opened his mouth."Very well," he said in a flat tone. "Fifteen minutes. In my office."Alex smiled in relief, but quickly tried to hide it."Thank you, Mr. Logan," he said politely. "I promise not to waste your time."Logan turned without saying anything else, walking towards the Cloudreach building entrance with calm and confident steps.Chen followed behind him, but not before throwing a final warning gaze at Alex, a look that clearly said, If you try anything dangerous, you won't leave this building alive.Alex was unfazed. He simply nodded politely, then followed them with a confident stride.Jordan brought up the rear, his eyes fixed on Alex, ready to react at any moment if their guest made a suspicious move.***They entered the private elevator that went directly to the top floor, where Logan's office was located.Silence enveloped the narrow space of the elevator.Alex stood calmly, his hands folded in front, his f

Logan stared at the pistol pointed at him with a flat gaze, then suddenly he laughed. A laugh that sent shivers down the spine of anyone who heard it. He laughed as if he had just heard the funniest joke in his life. His voice echoed in the room. Alex froze, his expression changing from confident to confused. "What's so funny?" he asked sharply, clearly feeling slightly offended. Logan slowly stopped laughing and made a deep throaty chuckle. "You," Logan replied with an amused tone. "You are really hilarious, Alex Mendoza." He stepped forward casually as if the pistol aimed at him was no more dangerous than a child's toy. "You came here with your little plan," Logan continued, his voice remaining calm but clearly containing a mocking tone. "You thought by bringing a few hit men and pointing a gun at me, you could make me submit?" Alex felt cold sweat running down his temples, but he held the pistol steady. "Step back!" he commanded loudly. "Or I'll shoot!" Logan stopped, b