"How could you know?" Samuel furrowed his brow, tilting his head slightly as he looked at him.Darius—the man who had just arrived, someone whose position was higher than his—made him behave very differently from before. He asked cautiously, because this case was not a clear-cut matter.There were facts hidden from what had actually happened. In fact, Gideon had not yet been proven guilty. They ignored Gideon's defence as a suspect and focused only on the statements from the complainant.Instead of investigating further, they buried the truth for the money they had received.Samuel glanced in the other direction, checking to see if the place was empty for their conversation. After making sure no one would hear them, he nodded. "Can you be more specific, commander?" He made sure first.Darius, who had been busy looking around, now turned to him. "I got a call from the higher rank noble that said there was an exclusive involved in a problem. Did you handle it? I asked the others and the

Samuel's body stiffened, his eyebrows twitching. He felt a sense of horror in that place. For a moment, he wondered how Gideon could know about it, but he was also sure that the man was just guessing and trying to trap him.That conviction gave him the little courage he had left to deny it. He wanted to survive, so he needed to free himself from the situation that was currently working against him."I didn't do it!" His anger resurfaced and took over, and he stood up straight in front of Gideon with courage.It was a courage that made Gideon salute him because he knew Samuel had no reason for it. He deeply regretted that this courage had not emerged to do the right thing, but only to protect himself.That face cursed Gideon with all the curses he did not say but implied in his expression. "I swear I did not commit the heinous crime you accuse me of. You are slandering me, you are doing all this because you cannot accept how I treated you."He tried to justify himself, making assumptio

Leaving the police station where he had been detained, Gideon realised that the day had turned to evening.He cursed as he realised this, "They wasted my time with something unimportant."He planned to pack up his belongings at his old house and thought about staying there a little longer. No matter how old and shabby the place was, it was home to him, the only place where his memories with his parents had grown.In his memory, he did not spend much time with them. In the midst of hardship, they kept themselves busy just to survive. They were almost like chasing time.Even so, his parents still tried to make time for him. Several days a week, he would spend evenings with them in a very simple way. There was no fancy food, just whatever leftovers they had.Throughout the evening, Gideon hoped his parents would continue telling stories. He never got tired of listening to them, but even the stories were short so that his parents could have enough time to rest.Seeing how a small family w

The car carrying Justin and Gideon drove out of Paul's mansion-like courtyard, which stood majestically in the artificial forest.Along the road they travelled, there were only rows of large trees arranged beautifully. They passed tree after tree until the car finally returned to the main road."So what are we going to do there?" He glanced at Justin, who was busy with something on his tablet.The man opened a report and handed the tablet to Gideon. "This is the warehouse we are going to visit, sir." He pointed to a picture. "It is located in a remote area. Mr. Webster wants us to buy it. But for some unknown reason, the owner doesn't want to sell it."Gideon read and studied the report carefully, noting the size of the building and the history of the warehouse. He flipped through the other pages to see more, but his ears were still clearly listening to Justin. "Why are they refusing? Is the price offered not what they expected?"A satisfactory agreement between both parties was the k

"What am I saying! You should leave this place." He muttered faintly, his eyes glancing at Justin who was standing right in front of him.The shop owner looked panicked, his body stiff and unable to move. He was terrified imagining that there would be trouble because of their actions.Not many townspeople came there, but every time different townspeople came, chaos would ensue afterwards.Thugs would come down and ask about them, then interrogate every resident from door to door, asking what the residents had said to them and reminding them to always keep their mouths shut.Of course, they obeyed. They knew who was threatening them and the risks they would face if they did not heed the warning. They remembered very well that the boss of the thugs was the worst, he had power, and he was quite crazy.He didn't really understand what their business was, nor did he want to understand matters that only complicated his life; he just wanted to live there peacefully and comfortably, going abo