Adrian stood near one of the side tables, a glass in his hand that he had barely touched. Catherine approached him not long after, carrying her own drink. “Why are you not standing with the officials,” she said, her tone light but observant. Adrian glanced at her briefly. “I don’t stay where I’m not needed. Not everyone is happy with this party, can you imagine what it's means for someone who didn't went to school to study medicine did all that” A faint smile touched her lips. “That doesn’t mean all of them don’t want you there.” He didn’t answer that directly. Instead, he shifted the conversation. “When are you going back to California?” The question caught her slightly off guard, though she hid it well. “…Still have alot to handle here,” she admitted after a moment. “And I want to spend some time with my grandfather.” Her expression softened slightly as she spoke. “He’s been through a lot. And after everything that happened here…” She exhaled quietly. “I think I need that tim

Morning arrived with a quiet sense of finality. Adrian’s room was already in perfect order, with nothing left behind unnecessarily. His suitcase stood beside the door, packed and ready. Kai leaned against the wall with his arms folded, watching him with a faint smile. “You're moving like you were never here,” he said. Adrian adjusted the strap on his bag. “I came for a purpose. I’m leaving because it’s done.” Kai chuckled softly. “Yeah… that sounds exactly like you.” A knock sounded at the door before it opened slightly. Catherine stepped inside and stopped the moment she noticed the suitcase. She had known he would leave eventually, but seeing it made the reality settle in. “So it’s today,” she said quietly. Adrian nodded. “This morning.” Catherine walked further into the room, clasping her hands loosely together. “You didn’t even try to delay it.” “There’s nothing left to delay,” Adrian replied. Kai pushed himself off the wall and stretched lightly. “Well, except for the par

Adrian walked through the main corridor without hesitation. Director Isabella Reyes kept pace beside him, already reading his intent from his silence. He stepped into his office and spoke at once. “Call for a shareholders meeting.” Isabella acknowledged him immediately. “Now?” “Yes.” That single word ended the discussion. She turned to her tablet and began issuing instructions. Within minutes, notifications were sent across the company network. The message was direct and urgent. The Chairman had summoned a meeting. Across the city, executives and investors adjusted their schedules without question. A meeting called directly by Adrian was not optional. It was law. The boardroom filled quickly. Executives and shareholders took their seats, exchanging low remarks and uncertain glances. The recent instability within the company had already created tension, and now the sudden call only deepened it. At the far end of the table, Raymond Cole sat composed, but his eyes carried quiet

The medical city conference hall was filled long before the scheduled start time. “A New Standard for Crisis Medicine.” The atmosphere carried anticipation, not built on rumors or speculation, but on expectation. Everyone present understood that something significant was about to be announced. Backstage, assistants moved quickly between control stations, adjusting microphones, verifying live feeds, and confirming presentation data. President Alistair Renford stood near the stage entrance with a briefing document in hand. His expression remained calm, but his focus was sharp. Beside him stood Adrian. Composed. Silent. Watching the organized movement around him without distraction. After reviewing the final page, Alistair lowered the document and looked toward him. “I hope we deliver this well.” “Im sure you'll,” Adrian replied. A staff member approached quickly. “Sir, we’re live in thirty seconds.” “Understood.” The staff member stepped away again while the stage lights shif

At the and abandoned tunnel, inside it was one of the largest chambers stood a reinforced steel door guarded by armed men. Lucas Brown stood outside the entrance, waiting quietly. It had been nearly two months since his escape. Two months since he crossed the line between survival and something far darker. He had changed. Not only in appearance, but in presence. The hesitation that once followed him was gone, replaced by something colder, sharper, and far more focused. One of the guards knocked twice before opening the door. “Go.” Lucas stepped inside without hesitation. The room was larger than expected, dimly lit with screens covering the walls. Shipment routes, financial movements, and operational data flickered across them constantly. A long table stretched through the center where several men sat in silence. At the head of the table sat the boss. He didn’t look up immediately. Instead, he finished reviewing the document in front of him before finally speaking. “Why are y