Dylan was still confused; none of the words Darwin said were easy to fathom.Deep down he thought it would have been easier if Hannah were the culprit. "It was absurd to think that it was me in the first place. You don't trust me, do you?" She inquired.Dylan glared at her, sending shivers down her spine. She immediately stopped talking, realizing now was not the time to start blabbing.Dylan reached for the chair next to him, bit his lips, and asked, "A warehouse, right? What did you take her there for?" "I wanted us to chat...""What kind of bloody chat is that?" He inquired.Knowing that asking Hannah questions won't solve anything, he rose to his feet and walked out of the room with his room.As he got to his car, he received a text from Darwin—it was Darwin's account number.Dylan wired the bargained price to him and drove towards the warehouse. He knew no police officer could handle this case the way he wanted. "I need to contact an agent!" He said as he drove towards the ware

"Wait... Wait... She's at Venx." He informed Caising, making Dylan arch his brows. "Are you trying to fool me? Venx is daycare just two blocks away." Dylan informed, causing Henry to shake his head, trying to speak."The antidote. Please, I beg you. Give me the antidote, and I swear to you on this hour that I'll tell you all you need to know." He said, causing Dylan to smirk and ask,"And you think I'd believe a word that comes out from a criminal's lips?" Dylan asked.Henry's eyes turned pale; the poison was taking over his body."Please, I swear," he said.Dylan gave him the antidote, and Henry drank it like his life depended on it—in truth, his life did depend on it.A few seconds after Henry took the antidote, he was relieved."Now, open your lips and start talking!" Dylan ordered.Henry nodded; he tried sitting up before saying,"I'm not talking about Venx here in this city. I'm talking about Venx in old town.""That building is under construction," Dylan cut in."For how long?

"Why is he helping Dylan?" She inquired, confused whether she should be happy or not."I don't know. He's not a loyal lad." Daniel responded before walking towards the corner of the room.He brought out a rope and gag."What are you doing? If Dylan gets here and finds me in ropes, believe me when I tell you that you might not live to see another minute," she warned, but Dylan was not concerned."Why do you think we had Henry to do the job? Why do you think we let Henry know the room you were taken to? When do we have other trustworthy men in our reach?" Daniel asked."It would all be suspicious if we didn't play our role well, so we didn't let Henry know of the plan. We didn't let him know that he was part of the plan." Daniel added causing Natalia to arch her brows, asking,"What plan?""To distract Dylan." He responded, pushing her to the bed."Why?" she asked, trying to push him away."You better coordinate yourself if you don't want me to knock you out." He threatened, but Natalia

"Did you get anything from their conversation? Anything that could be of good use?" Mr. Choi asked."No, I didn't," she responded."Try and get some information that could be useful." He advised before finally ending the call.Hannah knew that the only way she could get any good information was by talking with Natalia; considering the way that parted at the warehouse, one would believe that she was the last person Natalia would want to talk to at the moment.She left her room, walking towards Natalia's room. Unfortunately, Natalia was not there. She made her way down to the sitting room, then to the kitchen.Furrowing her brows, hoping Natalia had not let the house, she hurried to the front of the mansion, only to find Natalia standing right where she left her.Letting out a sigh, she took some steps closer to Natalia. "You need a bath.""I already had a bath," Natalia responded bluntly. If Hannah were being honest, then it would be right for her to admit that this was the first time

The estate was quiet, as it used to be, but this one seemed different.The second Dylan got to his room, thankfully he didn't get to face Hannah or Natalia; he believed that he really needed to be alone.He loosened the tie on his neck, had a quick bath, and got dressed in blue baggy trousers and a black shirt.He brushed his hair back, preventing any strand from falling onto his face.He didn't bother to go to his study, as he could get the work done in his room.After turning on his laptop, Dylan picked up the phone again and dialed the number, and this time the phone went directly to voice mail.Dylan immediately texted the man he had search for the item; sending him a text didn't seem enough as he had lost his patience."Hello. Do you trust this man that got the item?" Dylan inquired, sternly."I don't," said Saif, the voice from the other end of the phone."Then why the hell didn't you go yourself or remind me a day before?" Dylan asked, sternly."I'm out of the country, sir. And