Dave furrowed his brow, his face showing confusion. He didn't understand what the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared and stopped his presentation meant.The man walked confidently, entering the meeting room with sure steps, approaching Dave who was still standing in front of the projector screen.Their gazes met, and suddenly, the man opened both his arms wide, then hugged Dave tightly.Dave flinched, his body tensing, not ready for that sudden hug."Long time no see, nephew," the man said in a warm voice while patting Dave's shoulder several times.He released his hug, then smiled widely at Dave, as if they hadn't met for a long time and really missed each other."I'm Arthur," he said while extending his hand to shake hands. "Your father's older brother."Dave was still silent, his brain trying to process this information. Uncle? I have an uncle?Arthur smiled, but there was something behind that smile that made Dave feel uncomfortable. A smile that was too wide."I thought you wo

Dave carried Tristan's body carefully, fresh blood flowing from his friend's head, soaking Dave's white shirt until it turned red.A suffocating silence enveloped the cemetery area.The people who had been shouting full of anger were now frozen, standing like statues, not believing that their small action had turned into taking someone's life.No one moved. No one dared to reproach again. The road opened wide for Dave carrying Tristan away.Before Dave's steps truly left the cemetery area, in the tense silence, his voice was heard.Cold. Sharp. Like a knife blade cutting the air. "Whoever did this, they must take responsibility for their actions. Appropriate retaliation will be received."Not a single one dared to object. They seemed to have become mute, even though a few moments ago it seemed there wasn't a single word they could hold back.Disappointment and fear that something would happen to Tristan were clearly felt in Dave's heart. He stepped hurriedly, carrying Tristan to where

"Impossible to find his trail, Young Master," Michael said after confirming that the perpetrator had left no evidence behind. His voice sounded tired and frustrated. "Especially if he managed to slip away while we were caught off guard and busy heading inside to check on the victim. He had more than enough time to flee."Dave stood in the middle of the parking area, staring at the street ahead with a blank expression. His mind was racing, trying to reconstruct the sequence of events."They planned all of this very carefully," Dave said quietly. "They knew exactly when to cut the power. They knew where the security cameras were. They even had complete police uniforms, there's no way those were easy to come by."Michael nodded, affirming Dave's analysis."They must have also made sure to sabotage the power at the precinct," Dave added, his sharp gaze fixed on the police station building, eyes narrowing, jaw tightening. "This wasn't the work of amateurs. This was carried out by professio

Dave steadied his breathing, drawing a long breath in through his nose and releasing it slowly through his mouth. He tried to calm his racing heart, reassuring himself that he had just survived a brush with death.His hands were still trembling, adrenaline still surging through his veins. His head throbbed,the ache from the airbag impact still sharp and raw.A small groan escaped his lips,involuntary, a reflex from the pain radiating through various parts of his body. He felt it in his chest where the seatbelt had caught him, in his forehead from the impact, in his right arm, which had twisted awkwardly when he tried to keep hold of the steering wheel.*I need to get out. Need to check the damage,* he thought, forcing himself to gather what strength remained.Slowly, Dave's trembling hand reached for the door handle,pulling it open with great effort. The door swung wide with a sharp crack,the slightly bent hinges making it a struggle.Dave pushed the door open with his shoulder until

The bright morning sun poured through the bedroom window of a young woman, her face scrunched up, brows furrowed, lips puckered like a child throwing a tantrum.Selena was now sitting at her vanity, still wearing the pink silk pajamas she hadn't changed out of since the night before. Her hair was a mess, her makeup long since smudged off, but she didn't care.Her gaze fell on the phone in her hand, the screen showing a WhatsApp conversation with no replies. There were no blue check marks indicating her messages had been read. Even the gray check marks showed only one, meaning her messages hadn't even reached Dave's phone."What a terrible morning," Selena muttered under her breath as she scrolled through the conversation that contained only her own messages, dozens of messages that had never been replied to. "How could he ignore every single message I went through so much trouble to send? It even took me several days just to get his contact."Not long after, the sound of a knock at th