Ryan’s phone slipped from his fingers and landed on the mattress with a dull thud. For a brief moment, he just sat there, staring at the wall in front of him, his chest rising and falling unevenly. The live broadcast he had just watched kept replaying in his head, every word Edwin Richardson had sp

Ryan did not hesitate any longer. The moment the system fell silent in his mind, he turned and walked straight out of the room, his steps firm and purposeful. The anger and urgency burning inside his chest gave his movements speed. Whatever hesitation he might have had earlier was gone. Task B h

He ran scenarios in his mind—if the family had gone to Mediva, how could he possibly find them? Could he rely on local contacts, intermediaries, or perhaps intelligence networks? Every possibility seemed complicated, risky, and uncertain. The cab moved steadily through the city streets, the drive

When Ryan walked back home, the iron gates of the mansion slid open smoothly, recognizing his presence. He stepped inside, his footsteps echoing on the floor as the doors closed behind him. He had barely taken a few steps further when a familiar voice called out. “Boss?” Ryan turned slightly.

Ryan leaned closer to his driver, lowering his voice until it was barely audible beneath the chaos of flashing cameras and overlapping questions. “Was it you?” Ryan asked quietly, his tone calm but carrying an unmistakable pressure. “Did you tell anyone that I was traveling?” The driver’s eyes wid