By 3:00 AM in the morning, Chay’s private estate had fallen into complete silence. By now, he was already home. No more laughter, music or applause in his ears. But peace and quiet. Chay stood in an open field behind his mansion. Even if it was already morning, it was still quite dark and only warm lights reached the field. The wind carried the scent of wet earth as light rain had begun to fall. Corey stood quietly behind Chay, holding a large black umbrella over his Commander. Neither of them had changed. Chay still wore the black tuxedo from the masquerade ball. His sleeves were damp and his polished shoes were slowly sinking into the soil but he was perfectly dressed for the occasion. Just in front of him was Nana’s coffin. It was open, while he stared at the body of his late grandma for a moment. Though she was dead, she looked peaceful, almost impossibly peaceful as though she was asleep. Despite the crushed side of her head where the thug’s club had lan

***Chay brought his Mercedes to a stop in front of a private business club. By the time he arrived, the afternoon had already begun to fade.A valet attendant dressed in a black tailored suit, opened the door and welcomed him warmly. “Your membership card please?” Chay returned his greeting warmly and immediately showed him the card. The valet confirmed the card in seconds, and took his car keys before letting another attendant lead him inside. This club was reserved for high-profile businessmen, investors and influential families. Behind its elegant reception area were several private meeting suites designed for conversations that were never meant to reach the public.Chay already knew which suite the shareholder, Ms. Alicia was using for her meeting. Chay had gotten every necessary information from Corey, including that she was supposed to have a meeting with someone there that afternoon. Though she had the meeting scheduled for the next hour, she was already waiting for her

Back at the Whitney family villa, Asher stared at the unfamiliar number on his phone for several seconds. This same number had called him just after noon today. When he tried to call back, the number didn’t go through.Though hesitant at first, he quickly answered the call. Who knows, it might be his mother or someone who knew where she was. “Hello?” Asher said. But silence returned from the other end. Until suddenly, a low male voice spoke, “I know where your mother is.”A chill ran down his spine and his entire body stiffened instantly. “W-what?”“I believe I’m speaking to Asher Jones,” the caller responded nonchalantly. “I said I know where your mother, Serena Jones, is.”Asher immediately stood up from his chair. “Who are you?” “You know what, that doesn’t matter,” he quickly displaced his own question. How come you know where she is? How do I know you’re telling me the truth?”The man chuckled coldly. “Because I was there. But I see you’re in doubt and I do not have the time

The boardroom was quiet. At exactly nine forty-five in the morning, every seat around the long glass conference table was already occupied. Everyone knew the rule and they always abided by it. . The walls surrounding the room were made almost entirely of transparent reinforced glass, giving everyone inside a clear view of the corporate floor outside. Yet despite the openness of the room, not a single sound from outside could enter. It was completely soundproof as sensitive and private matters were discussed here. Today, however, there was very little noise even outside. The atmosphere surrounding Delloit Corporation was unusually tense. Every employee knew what today was and everyone couldn’t to see the new shareholder. Rumors of different kind, both real and fake news had spread throughout the company. John, as the Chairman, sat at the head of the table in the boardroom. Beside him were Mariam, Felix, Claire, Asher, Gal and several other senior members of the boa

Chay simply shook his head. The coldness in his eyes could freeze the room. And one by one, his gaze fell on each of them. And every time his eyes landed on someone, it felt like needles were piercing through their skin. What they felt was way deeper than just fear. It was the instinctive terror of seeing something that should not exist. How could someone who had been reported dead and buried in the underground chamber at Lumen be seated three meters away. Nothing made sense right now. Or was this a dream? Claire was trembling violently where she sat on the floor, close to her mother. For some reason, she couldn’t stop crying and shivering. She felt cold… not a regular kind of cold. “This can’t be real,” she shook her head, muttering to herself as she stared at Chay. “No- no, God please, no…”Chay’s gaze eventually reached John and their eyes met. For the past minute, John had not been able to breathe. And the moment his eyes locked with Chay, he began to choke. John held h