Chapter fifty two“Stop right here,” Marcus said to the driver.The driver pulled over beside the road. Marcus paid him, opened the door, and stepped out of the cab.He turned his eyes toward the massive Crawford estate standing before him. After everything that had happened the last time he was here, Marcus had not expected to return so soon.This time, however, he wasn't here for a fight.He had come for the miraculous herbs he desperately needed.Marcus adjusted his clothes and took a slow breath before walking toward the entrance. He hoped the Crawford family would be willing to help him this time.Just as he was about to step inside, a group of guards suddenly rushed toward him.Marcus stopped and narrowed his eyes slightly, his body instinctively becoming alert. But instead of surrounding him, the guards quickly stopped in front of him and bowed respectfully.“Welcome, Mr. Richmond,” one of them said.Marcus raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised by their reaction.“What's going

Chapter Fifty-FourGenevieve sat in the back seat of the car, staring at the photographs spread across her lap. The private detective had been doing exactly what she ordered: following Marcus, watching his movements, and recording every place he visited. Now, she finally had something she could use against him.Her fingers tightened around one of the photographs showing Marcus entering the Crawford estate. “He's really going to places,” Genevieve murmured.Donald, sitting beside her, glanced at the photograph. “Who is he meeting this time?”“The Crawford family.”Donald frowned. “The Crawfords?”Genevieve nodded slowly. “Yes. And according to the information received, Marcus is looking for something from them.”“What?”“I don't know yet.”She picked up another photograph showing Marcus leaving the Crawford estate earlier that day. Genevieve stared at his calm expression, and the hatred inside her grew. Every time she thought she was beginning to understand Marcus, another secret appea

Chapter Fifty-SixBy the time dawn arrived, Marcus was already standing outside the Crawford estate. The night had been long. His clothes were still stained with blood, and the wounds on his shoulder and side had not been properly treated. Every movement sent a dull pain through his body, but Marcus ignored it because he had no time to rest.Jenny was still unconscious, and he had less than twenty-four hours left to find the herb that could save her.Marcus walked through the entrance of the Crawford estate with the black folder clutched tightly in his hand and continued toward the main building. The moment he entered, the atmosphere inside seemed to change, but Marcus paid no attention to it. He went straight toward White Crawford's office without bothering to knock.The door opened, and White Crawford, who had been reviewing some documents, immediately looked up. His eyes widened when he saw Marcus.“Marcus?”Marcus walked straight toward the desk. Without saying a word, he placed t

Chapter Fifty-EightMarcus was well aware that the location he had received was a death trap. Anyone with enough experience to survive in the underworld would have recognized it immediately. The abandoned warehouse was isolated, surrounded by empty buildings and broken roads, with no civilians anywhere nearby. It was the perfect place to kill someone without attracting attention, and that was exactly what they wanted.They wanted Marcus to come alone. They wanted him to walk directly into their hands.But Marcus had already made his decision.He owed Ethan Sterling. When Marcus had been desperate to find the miraculous herb needed to save Jenny, Ethan Sterling had been willing to help him obtain it. That debt was something Marcus had never forgotten. Now Ethan's granddaughter was in danger, and Marcus would not stand by and watch Camellia die because of him.He stepped out of the vehicle he had boarded and looked at the abandoned warehouse in the distance. His clothes were still stain

Chapter Sixty Marcus left them and rushed down to the the hospital, his footsteps echoed through the corridor as he approached the private room where his sister had been lying.The moment he pushed the door open, the doctor immediately turned toward him. “Mr Richmond, what took you so long!”Marcus walked inside without wasting a second. “How is she?”The doctor glanced toward the bed. “She hasn't regained consciousness, neither had her condition got any worse, but the toxin is still inside her body.”Marcus's eyes immediately settled on Jenny. She lay motionless on the bed, her face pale and her breathing weak. “Leave the room,” Marcus said.The doctor hesitated. "Are you planning to use the method thar nearly put her into—”“I know what I'm doing.”There was no anger in his voice, only determination. The doctor looked at Jenny, then back at Marcus. After a few seconds, he nodded. “Fine. but you can always let me know if you need a hand.”Marcus didn't respond.Once the doctor left