Darren watched everything unfold with utter bewilderment. Mr. Scofield looked far tenser now than he had been when he pointed a gun at Darren’s head. Back then, there had been cruelty and arrogance in his posture; now, there was nothing but fear.From their exchange, Darren could tell that this Supreme One was also a member of the Cabal—and not just any member. To be precise, he was the leader of the syndicate itself.No wonder Mr. Scofield was so terrified of him. Just how powerful was this man, Darren wondered, that even his own accomplices trembled uncontrollably in his presence?The Supreme One glared at Mr. Scofield with undisguised disgust. “Excuses,” he said through gritted teeth, his jaw tightening. “You know how much I hate it when someone uses excuses to cover up their failed responsibilities.”His voice grew colder as he continued, each word sharp and deliberate. “Outside the cause, you know I have a personal vendetta against Derek Hilton—I hate that man with my very soul.

“If he didn’t come to school, then where did he go?” Derek pondered aloud, his voice heavy with dread. His panic only intensified. If Darren had come to school, at least they would have had a lead—some clue about where he went afterward.Now, they had nothing. No trail. No direction. No idea where he might have disappeared to.Derek raised a hand and massaged his temples slowly, trying to think through the chaos clouding his mind. After lingering in thought for a moment, he lifted his gaze and raised an eyebrow at his emissary. “Any news from the groups searching the other end of the city?”Jeff shook his head dejectedly. “None.”He hesitated briefly, then ventured a suggestion. “Why don’t we go to the news channels and broadcast that he’s missing? We could offer a lucrative reward to anyone who has information about his whereabouts.”But Mr. Hilton shook his head firmly, his expression hardening. “No. That will only put him in more danger if the world finds out he is my grandson,” he

Derek, who had been at the other end of the room and seemingly unbothered by their exchange, suddenly appeared in front of the guard as if out of nowhere.“Who said he has information about my grandson?” Derek demanded sharply. “Go and get him—quickly!”The guard bowed hastily and rushed out of the room. Two minutes later, he returned with Eddie in tow.Seeing Eddie, Derek squinted his eyes and scowled. “It’s you,” he muttered. The curiosity burning in his gaze seemed to dim slightly. “Are you the one who claims to have information about my grandson’s whereabouts?”Eddie nodded frantically, his throat tightening. “Yes, sir.”The old man’s eyes lit up once more. “Tell me,” he urged sternly, stepping closer. “What do you know?”“Two days ago, Darren and I were supposed to go to the library together,” Eddie began. “But he never showed up. Later that day, he called and told me he had something important to do at Mr. Mike Scofield’s office and that he would be delayed for some time. But he

Mr. Scofield staggered back and froze.For a brief moment, his mind refused to process what his eyes were seeing.Though the Supreme One had informed him that Mr. Hilton was on his way to the bunker, he still found it hard to believe his sight, it felt unreal. He blinked again and the figure was still there.Mr. Hilton had found him. “How… how did he find this place?” He muttered.Mr. Scofield together with Bob and his second bodyguard had been meticulous in how they operated. Erasing any clues that could lead to them. How could they have been discovered.His shock was soon turned into a consuming fear as a wave of panic washed over him.His heart slammed violently against his ribcage. His legs trembling uncontrollably.His eyes darted around instinctively, as if searching for an escape route. But there was none. It was already too late. Derek’s men had circled the whole room and some were even outside the bunker. This was his judgement day.Before Scofield knew it he was covered i

It was late in the evening at Madonna Hospital. The hospital was undoubtedly the best in the city with the best doctors and modern medical instruments. But because of how much they charged, it was nicknamed ‘Hospital of the rich’ as it cost a fortune to treat someone there. The hospital was as silent as a hospital should be till the atmosphere was filled with sounds of engine purring in. A convoy of many expensive cars as much as the eyes could stretch entered through the gates of the hospital like it was a car show. Doctors and nurses were already waiting, alerted long before the vehicles even arrived the hospital.The battered and unconscious young man was transferred from the car to a stretcher instantly The professionals quickly strapped oxygen mask over his face, blood still staining the sheets beneath him. Derek had tried to follow immediately, but the doctors stopped him at the doors, insisting they needed space to work. He hadn’t argued—he knew when delay could mean deat