Inside Anita's room, Theodore was comforting her."Are you still thinking about that?" he asked.Anita sighed."Why wouldn't I?" she responded, her voice weak."Never in my thoughts did I imagine he would escape this, but look where we are now."Theodore let out a wry smile. "That doesn't mean that all hope is lost," he said, bringing Anita to his lap, comforting her."What other hope remains?" Anita asked, withdrawing from his lap to look him in the face."What have I not done? What else remains to do to be able to set him up?"Theodore exhaled a deep sigh, pausing for a moment."To be honest, I never thought he would escape from this as well," he confessed, shaking his head dismissively in disappointment."Well," he sighed. "Just don't take it to heart. We'll find an alternative way to deal with him soon.""But first, we have to dissolve the tension," he suggested."That way, no one would suspect we haven't stopped."Hearing this, Anita looked at him, a feigned smile creeping on her

Dante was on a morning stroll in the street when he came across a mentally unstable man sitting by the roadside.From the way he was seated, one could easily tell he was famished at first sight.Dante wanted to ignore and continue his exercise, but something inside of him held him back."Help him," his instincts told him.He walked over to him and stared at him for some seconds.With the ability to read minds, which he recently unlocked from the heirloom book from the box Armani gave him, he was able to see everything about the man and how he ended up in such a situation."Bruce?" he called, and the man responded. He raised his head to look at him before dropping it.Dante shook his head out of pity, realizing how the man ended up in the situation."Truly the world is wicked," he said in his thoughts.Ten years ago, Bruce had gone for a job interview alongside his best friend after having just graduated from university.However, it turns out his friend wasn't chosen after the intervie

Giulia couldn't concentrate on anything in the office.The thought of Dante's well-being kept flashing through her mind.How could she have peace of mind knowing that the life of a poor son of nobody was wasted because of her? She regretted not informing her family about her issues, especially the patriarch, Mr. Santoro.When she couldn't wrap her head around the thought any longer, she picked up her bag to go home.There was no need to force herself to work when her mind was in a totally different place. As she descended to the lobby, she noticed that the staff had evacuated and were outside, looking helpless.When they saw her approaching, they fell to their knees and began begging again but Giulia didn't even look at them, let alone give them a listening ear.She walked to her car, entered, and drove off. Murmurs erupted within the vicinity as soon as she drove past the exit gate. Everyone was surprised by Giulia's actions that day.Firstly, she didn't drive to the parking lot b

It was exactly six o'clock in the evening when Giulia stepped out of the room.She stopped at the entrance, leaning her back against the wall as if her body had suddenly lost the strength to carry itself. Drawing in a deep breath, she pressed a hand against her chest, trying to calm the violent rhythm of her heart.She had finally made up her mind.Tonight, she would tell the family everything—no matter who heard it, no matter what the consequences would be.At first, she had believed she could handle everything alone. She had trusted in her own resolve, in what she liked to call her woman’s strength. But after everything that had happened, she now understood the truth.This was far beyond her strength.Especially after the last phone conversation she had with Greg.That call had stripped away the last illusion she had been holding on to. Greg was not someone she could outsmart easily. The plan she had carefully crafted—every small lie, every calculated move—would never deceive him.G

The courtroom felt unusually cold that morning, a heavy hush hanging in the air as everyone waited. When the judge finally entered and took his seat, the quiet deepened.Dante sat at the front bench, his fingers curled tightly into fists beneath the table. He tried to steady the storm raging inside his chest. Beside him, Giulia sat stiffly, her eyes fixed on the polished floor. Her pulse throbbed wildly—a mixture of fear, anxiety, and stubborn determination.Across the room sat Greg Marconi.He leaned back in his chair with what appeared to be unsettling calm, one leg crossed over the other. But the slight twitch at the corner of his eye betrayed him. Beneath the composed exterior, there was nervousness.Then the prosecutor rose.His voice cut through the silence like a blade.“Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,” he began, his tone controlled but sharp, “we are here today to examine a serious case of corruption and drug trafficking.”He paused, letting the words sink in.“Gregory Marco