Following Darren’s silence, Edward Blake let out a triumphant guffaw — controlled enough so that the people outside the private office wouldn’t hear him.He stared at Darren with open arrogance.“I’ve caught you in a tight angle,” Blake said calmly, adjusting his cuffs. “Do you understand how much planning this required?”Darren said nothing.Blake continued, “I went as far as acquiring this entire jewelry store just for this moment. Do you think I care about watches?” He chuckled. “If you are thinking of a way out for you, then believe me, there is none.”His lips curved into a cold smile.Darren’s eyes hardened. “We’ll check the CCTV footage. It will clearly show the old man smashing the watch, not me.”Blake laughed — not loudly, but coldly.“You still don’t understand your position,” he said.Darren’s jaw tightened.Blake leaned slightly closer. “The CCTV footage has already been deleted.”For the first time, Darren’s brows twitched. “You’re lying.”Blake’s smile widened. “Why do

The moment Edward Blake stepped into the auditorium, the atmosphere shifted.And whispers spread from the students and staff.“That’s Adrian’s father.”“Why is he here?”“I heard Adrian and Clara’s hearing is supposed to start in a few minutes. Shouldn’t he be in court to support his son?”He wasn’t walking with his usual controlled arrogance. His steps were hurried. Uneven. His face looked pale — almost strained.Upon seeing him, the Vice Chancellor quickly descended from the stage, adjusting his suit as he approached him with a polite smile.“Mr. Blake,” the VC said respectfully, stretching out his hand. “It’s an honor. What can we do for you?”Blake didn’t even glance at him. He brushed past him and ignored him completely.The VC froze, confused.Blake’s eyes were fixed on one person. Darren.The entire hall watched as the billionaire walked straight toward the stage. Students leaned forward in their seats.Blake climbed the steps and stopped in front of Darren.For a split second,

The voice on the other end of the call responded almost immediately.“Yes. That’s a good one. I will pay generously for that one.”Castro’s grin widened.“Good,” he said, glancing at the trembling woman on the floor. Then he spoke into the phone before hanging up. “I’ve got business for you.”With that, he ended the call.The poor woman’s cry turned into a broken wail.“No… no… please…” She crawled forward, clutching at his trousers. “He’s my only child. My only child! My husband died last month. He’s all I have left. Please… take the ring. Take everything. Just give me my baby back.”The leader looked down at her with disgust.“The baby will bring us a hundred times more than your cheap ring,” he said flatly.Her body shook violently. “Please… I beg you. I have some savings at home. I got some money at my husband’s funeral that people gave to me. You can follow me, and I’ll go and give you all of it. Please give me my baby.”Castro tilted his head. “How much are we talking about?”“I

Ignoring the frightened murmurs behind him, Darren tightened his grip on the injured teenager’s collar.“You,” he said to the grieving woman, his tone firm but steady, “follow me. Let’s go get your baby back.”Her eyes were swollen from crying. She nodded quickly, wiping her tears with trembling fingers.One passenger said, “This is madness. Woman, don’t listen to him. You will get yourself killed too. Just save yourself and don’t listen to that mad man. He will run and leave you once there is trouble”.But the woman was helpless; beside Darren no one said something about bringing his baby back. He would rather risk following Darren and get killed than hear this cowards advice.She turned to Darren frustratingly. “P-please… don’t leave me,” she whispered.“I won’t,” Darren replied.He dragged the boy out of the train and across the railway platform. The teenager stumbled repeatedly, clutching his broken fingers, hissing in pain.“You’re making a mistake,” the boy muttered through clen

The woman’s sobs tore through the warehouse, echoing off the grimy walls. Without thinking, she stumbled forward and dropped to her knees in front of the leader, clutching his legs desperately. “Please… please… give me my baby back!” she cried, her voice breaking with grief and terror.The leader glared down at her, his eyes cold and merciless. Without hesitation, he lifted his boot and kicked her brutally to the ground. “Go! Go and have another one! Forget this one! It’s gone!” he spat, the words sharp as knives. The woman cried out in pain, curling into herself on the cold, dusty floor.Darren’s gaze hardened. He crouched down, gently helping the woman to her feet. She clung to his arm, still trembling. “It’s going to be okay,” he said firmly. “I’m going to get your baby back.”He stood tall, facing the young thug leader with a calm that belied the storm brewing inside him. “Where is the baby?” Darren asked, his voice steady but commanding, leaving no room for lies or excuses.The l