The twelfth floor of the old building smelled of fresh paint and the metallic heat of newly repaired cables. The late afternoon sunlight cut through the large uncovered windows, reflecting off the glossy gray floor.Tyson stood in the middle of the still-empty room, only two heavy desks, a few folding chairs, and two unopened boxes of electronic equipment occupied the space.Anna stood beside him, hands on her hips, her hair tied in a high knot that made her look permanently battle-ready. “Not bad,” she murmured, eyeing the wide room that would soon become their headquarters. “This place will look different once everything’s set.”Tyson didn’t reply. He simply walked slowly across the room, observing every corner they had renovated. New ventilation. Soundproof walls installed without the building management knowing. A small room at the end of the hallway that would later serve as a briefing room, and an interrogation room, even if the building never needed to know that.Their compan

For a few seconds, Elias did nothing but stare at the Ravenhart card without blinking. Then, slowly, his expression shifted, no longer fear, but suspicion. His jaw tightened, his fingers curling into fists beneath the table.Even if he wasn’t a particularly capable heir, that didn’t mean he was truly foolish or incapable of thinking for himself.“What is this?” he asked quietly, but a bitter edge had begun to creep into his voice.“An intelligence firm? Risk management?”He let out a short scoff, then suddenly lifted his head and looked sharply at Tyson. This time, his expression was no longer cautious, there was even a hint of a young master’s arrogance.“You think I’m stupid?”Tyson remained silent.Elias rose halfway from his seat, his index finger lifting to point straight at Tyson.“Who the hell are you? What do you want from me? And most importantly, why should I trust you?” His voice rose, his emotions starting to leak through.“You come to me with that Vancouver story, and now

As soon as the car stopped in the courtyard of the Carter family’s private residence, Elias stepped out without waiting for his escort to open the door.His strides were quick, almost hurried, as he moved through the long corridor bathed in dim lights. He had loosened his tie, his breathing not yet fully steady. On the surface, his face looked calm, but his mind was spinning without pause.Tyson did not feel like a liar.And precisely because of that, Elias grew even more uneasy.Instinctively, he did not doubt the man. Every movement, every pause in his words was too precise to be dismissed as cheap deception. Yet trusting someone who had appeared out of nowhere in the midst of his family’s chaos was no small decision.Especially now, when he was only temporarily taking over control of the Carter family, standing on a foundation that was far from solid.The moment he entered his study, Elias reached for his phone.His father’s trusted confidant. The man who had once stood behind ever

The next morning, Ravenhart’s office, usually quiet, suddenly felt more alive. Only a few minutes after the main door was unlocked, faint commotion could be heard from the front.Several people were standing in the lobby. The debt collectors from the night before. Their bodies were tense, eyes darting quickly as if searching for hidden dangers. Among them, the man Tyson had saved, who introduced himself as Davin, stood stiffly with clenched fists, clearly not used to being in a room that wasn't hostile toward him.Tyson appeared from the hallway, his steps unhurried.“Come in,” he said flatly.The collectors exchanged glances before finally following Tyson into a small meeting room. Davin trailed behind them, more nervous than anyone else.Anna, who had been waiting near the reception desk, quickly followed and stood at the doorway.“Would you like something to drink?” she asked politely.All of them shook their heads at once, too quickly, even.“No, no need,” one of the collectors sa

The moment Elias’s car disappeared around the corner, Tyson remained standing in front of the glass door. From the outside, he looked as if he were simply waiting for the wind to pass.Inside his mind, the system spoke again:[Target moving. Position shift: 3 meters backward. Heart rate is increasing.]Tyson blinked once.That was all.Then he vanished from sight, sliding to the side of the building without a sound. No supernatural ability, just the efficiency of a man who knew how to cut through space and time with the right steps.The man stalking him was half-hidden between the shadows of two buildings, eyes fixed on the entrance where Tyson had just been. His breathing was short, nervous. He looked like someone who had just realized that today’s assignment was far more dangerous than what had been briefed to him.“Waiting for a report from afar isn’t accurate.”The voice came from behind him.The man reflexively reached for his waist, searching for something, perhaps a small knife