The morning started quietly, and everyone went about their routines. Alicia eventually left, giving Harry and Clara some space to themselves. She had her own responsibilities to handle, and it was clear that, sooner or later, the two of them would be alone together anyway. Still, there was an unspoken tension lingering between Harry and Clara, something neither of them addressed directly. Anna had fallen asleep again not long after, her body clearly needing as much rest as possible. Clara chose to stay behind, wanting to have a proper conversation with Harry. They sat facing each other, deliberately keeping a respectful distance. The silence between them was filled with light, almost meaningless conversation as they eased into the moment. “You said you wanted to talk to me,” Harry said, finally steering the discussion to its purpose. “Yes, I did,” Clara replied, hesitating slightly. “But I don’t want you to misunderstand what I’m about to say.” Harry already had a good idea where

Harry had already made his intentions clear. He now carried experience from a life that had forced him to learn how to protect himself from any threat that might come his way.With his business with Osaka concluded, Harry made his way back to his car. Still, he remained alert, his eyes scanning his surroundings so he would not be caught off guard.He was fully aware that he was becoming a significant figure, and it would not be far-fetched to assume that someone might eventually place a target on his back.He considered that possibility, yet instead of fear, it stirred something else within him.The world he was stepping into was dangerous, unpredictable, and filled with forces he did not yet fully understand. Monalisa, in particular, was someone whose influence remained a mystery, but it was clearly powerful enough to unsettle even someone like Osaka.That alone told Harry that whatever Osaka had uncovered about her was enough to deeply disturb him.Harry already knew that Monalisa w

Harry had been rendered unconscious by the person who got into his car, but the reality was that he had already anticipated something like this might happen.He had seen an action movie where something like this happened, and while this situation felt just as suspicious, he managed to keep his composure. When the gas was released, Harry held his breath as long as he could and deliberately slumped forward into the passenger seat, pretending to pass out.He did inhale some of it, but not enough to actually knock him out. That worked in his favor. Harry wanted to figure out who these people were and determine whether they posed a serious threat.He stayed alert, though he was painfully aware of one major disadvantage. If someone pulled a gun on him, he had no real way to defend himself. Sure, he had watched movies and picked up bits of self-defense knowledge, but whether any of that would hold up in a real situation was another question entirely.He was not about to gamble his life on th

Harry had decided to accept the man’s offer and planned to visit the address he had been given, but he refused to go unprepared. He knew that walking in empty-handed would be foolish. For a moment, he considered asking Kathryn to accompany him, but quickly dismissed the idea. She was not the kind of person to take risks lightly, and if she discovered he was involved in anything illegal, there was no question she would carry out her duty without hesitation. That much he had already learned about her. Crime of any level was something she treated with absolute seriousness.Harry understood that in order to navigate this world effectively, he needed both legal protection and some darker leverage. The police could only do so much, and there were forces beyond their reach that he would have to contend with. Going in unarmed was not an option. He returned home to prepare himself, putting on a hoodie that fully concealed his face and appearance. He wanted to blend into the shadows, giving not

Harry made his way toward the location tied to his main assignment, but there was a nagging feeling he couldn’t shake. It felt like eyes were on him, tracking his every move.If the person who had sent him that message wasn’t the same man he had met earlier, then it meant there was likely another player involved. Someone else was operating behind the scenes.He didn’t know who that person was, but based on everything so far, it seemed like they were trying to assist him. At least, that was the conclusion he had come to.When Harry finally reached the area, he made a deliberate choice not to arrive in his usual car. Instead, he rented a vehicle from a nearby dealership.There was no chance they would turn him away, not with the amount of money he was offering. He paid a sum large enough to purchase the car several times over. That kind of payment made it easy for them to overlook formalities and skip the usual paperwork entirely.There was a saying about money that came to mind. If mon