The room remained silent after Gedoni's confession, because although Dennis had expected there to be someone behind everything that had happened, hearing the name Matthew spoken aloud made the suspicion far more dangerous. Gedoni's breathing remained weak as he stared at the ceiling, his body still struggling to recover from the surgery that had nearly taken his life, while Dennis watched him carefully from the chair beside the bed. “You said Matthew recruited you, but I want you to tell me exactly how it happened, because I need to understand whether you were working for him willingly or whether that system was already controlling you before you ever knew what you were involved in.” Gedoni slowly turned his head toward him, and for the first time there was no arrogance in his expression, because without the implanted technology protecting him, the reality of his situation had finally settled heavily upon him. “I met Matthew long before the system was implanted inside me, and

A month had passed since Draven and the women had returned to Crestfall while his parents remained behind to oversee the investigation into Gedoni and Matthew, and during that period, life in Crestfall had slowly begun returning to normal, although the people of the city had no idea that another storm was gathering beneath the surface. The reopening of the Haland project became the first major news to spread through the Crestfall Gossip Line, with messages appearing across social platforms almost immediately after the announcement was made. “Did anyone else hear that the project is reopening?” one person posted. Another replied almost instantly, “After everything that happened, they are actually reopening it? I thought the entire thing was finished.” Within hours, screenshots, theories, and old rumors were circulating throughout Crestfall, with people arguing about why the project had suddenly been brought back into public attention after remaining buried for so long. Draven watch

Ten years had passed since the fall of Haland Empire. Crestfall City had changed greatly during those ten years. The company that had once been nothing more than Draven's ambitious investment company had grown into Quill Empire. It had expanded into finance, technology, hospitality, shipping, and international trade. Its influence could be found throughout Crestfall City, and the name Quill had become associated with wealth, power, and success. At the center of it all stood the Quill Empire headquarters. Several towers stood together, connected by glass walkways. The Quill insignia stood at the top of the largest tower, visible across the city. A black car stopped in front of the entrance. Draven stepped out, and tall, fierce security guards followed from behind, and several executives were already entering the building. The moment they noticed him, their conversations stopped. "Good morning, sir." "Morning," Draven said with a stern expression, as he walked past them without sl

Jax's first job was painting. It happened about ten years ago, only a few weeks after he arrived in the district. With no money, connections, and nobody. Every friend he had called for help had turned him down, and when he tried to pay them a visit, he was turned back by the security guards.He had originally decided he wouldn't be doing manual labor as it was beneath his stature.Because of that, he had spent a few days barely eating anything. Stubborn to the core. But on monday the following week, he was standing outside a small construction site, watching workers carry bags of cement.Should I? Can I? He wondered as he stared quietly at the large building, one of them noticed him. “You looking for work?” A huge man asked.Jax turned.“Yes.”The man looked him up and down. “You know how to paint?”Jax hesitated, unsure of what to say, but then came clean. “No.”The man frowned. “Then what can you do?”Jax didn't know what to say. Back then, he had never needed to think about that

Jax turned around. Milo was standing behind him holding a box. "What did you just say?" "Your head, move it. You're blocking the way," Milo complained. Jax looked at the empty space beside him, and then Milo. "Are you blind?" He shot back. Milo paused and looked at the empty space. "Oh, my mistake," he said, scratching his cheeks. Jax shook his head and went on to fix the boxes. Milo placed his box next to him. "You really need to work on your personality." "And you on your face," Jax replied, taking one of the boxes to the top shelf. Milo took hold of his cheeks. "What's wrong with my face?" He asked. "Everything." Milo laughed as he continued hovering around Jax, "well, you're rude." "Then stop talking to me," Jax responded, unable to hide his annoyance. "I would, but you're the only person here who makes work entertaining," Milo answered without batting an eye. "Find a hobby." "Talking to you is my hobby." Jax sighed and picked up another box, he knew he w