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Chapter 294: Philip's Niece! Jackson's Cousin!
I’ve seen that look before,” Copper murmured, his eyes distant. “That fire in his eyes — the kind that doesn’t stop until it burns everything it touches. He thinks he’s saving the world, but I know how this story ends. I’ve seen it.”Whitaker’s jaw tightened. “Philip’s mistakes were his own. The boy doesn’t have to follow that path.”Copper looked up sharply, his voice rising with the weight of everything he’d been holding in. “Doesn’t have to? He already is! The power, the secrecy, the damn stubborn pride — it’s all the same. And now Trey’s back in the shadows, the CIA’s falling apart, and half the city’s talking about ghosts and gods while the boy I swore to protect walks straight into a war he doesn’t understand!”The outburst hung heavy in the air. Even the bartender, halfway to the back room, stopped for a second before quietly continuing on, leaving the two men in silence.Whitaker folded his hands on the table. “So why call me?”Copper’s shoulders sagged. For a long time, he di
Chapter 293: The Ghost of Copper’s Past!
The low murmur of conversation and the soft clinking of glasses filled the dimly lit bar. A faint jazz tune played in the background, its melancholy notes weaving through the air like smoke. Mr. Copper sat alone in a shadowed corner, his glass of whiskey untouched, condensation forming lazy trails down the side.He’d been there for hours, but time had long since stopped meaning anything.He stared blankly at the swirling amber liquid, his mind trapped somewhere between anger and grief. Jackson. The name itself burned like acid on his tongue. The boy he had raised, protected, and believed in — now walking the same dangerous path Philip once did.He couldn’t understand it. Not after everything.Copper tilted his head back, swallowing a mouthful of whiskey that burned its way down to his chest. He welcomed the pain. It was real. Unlike the blur of emotions clawing through him since he left the Sky Tower.He let out a bitter laugh, rough and hollow. “So, that’s how it ends,” he mutter
Chapter 292: The Breaking Point!
Mr. Copper stood by the panoramic window of Sky Tower’s upper conference suite, his back stiff, his hands gripping the edge of the marble counter so tightly that his knuckles whitened. The skyline glimmered beneath him — cold, silver, and indifferent. Behind him, Jackson stood near the center of the room, his posture calm, deliberate, but the tension in his eyes betrayed the storm beneath.“I joined Project Atlas,” Jackson said finally, breaking the silence.The words fell between them like a crack of thunder.Copper turned slowly, disbelief flashing across his face before it hardened into fury. “You what?” His voice was low but sharp, each word a whip. “Tell me you didn’t just say that, Jackson.”“I had to,” Jackson began, but Copper cut him off, his tone rising.“You had to?” He stepped forward, his boots echoing against the floor. “Do you even know what that means?""Calm down Copper, and hear what I have to say." Jackson said, in an attempt to make him understand but Copper wasn
Chapter 291: The Closer He Gets!
Lorraine lingered near the bed after Evans spoke. For a moment, neither of them moved, and only the faint hum of the heart monitor filled the silence, a fragile rhythm that somehow felt human in a room built for control.She placed the tray down quietly, arranging the glass and pills with careful precision. Her training told her to leave, to keep her distance and her conscience clean. But her heart — the one thing she couldn’t seem to train — hesitated.“Have you been able to remember anything?” she asked softly, almost against her own will. “Before the accident, I mean.”Evans blinked, the question seeming to reach somewhere far away. “Pieces,” he murmured. “Flashes. Faces that fade when I try to hold on to them. Sounds. Rain.” He paused, rubbing his temples as if he could coax the memories back by force. “And...”Lorraine tilted her head. "And what?"“Samantha,” he said it like a prayer."The lady that was here yesterday?" Lorraine asked."Yes, she'd the one." Evans replied, his voi
Chapter 290: A Touch of Warmth!
Nurse Lorraine stared at the cold, pixelated face of Hayes until the image blurred into the reflection of the glass. The room behind her was dim—only the glow from the monitor cutting a pale square across her palms. For a long moment she simply listened to the hum of the encrypted line, the click of a heating vent, and the sound of her own breath. Then she nodded once.“Understood,” she said, though the word left a different taste in her mouth than it had when she first took the assignment. On the screen Hayes’ smile was all corporate calm—no tremor of conscience, no hesitation to match the order he’d given. Lorraine felt the order sink into her like frost.She closed her laptop with a soft snap and pushed to her feet, the floor creaking beneath her slippers. Her hands—trained to steady IV lines and check ailing pulses—felt suddenly clumsy in her pockets. For years she’d told herself she was just a cog: efficiency, discretion, loyalty. That logic had kept her safe. Tonight it tasted
Chapter 289: A Familiar Stranger!
“Good morning, Evans.” Evans heard someone greet him that morning.He turned his head slowly. Nurse Lorraine stood by his bedside, adjusting the IV line with deliberate gentleness. Her hands were steady, her tone soft — the kind of voice trained to soothe agitation before it even began.Evans tried to speak, but his throat was dry, the words scraping out like gravel. “Are you the nurse assigned to take care of me?” He eventually managed to ask.Lorraine’s gaze flickered briefly to him, her expression warm but professional. “Yes I am. You know you’ve been unconscious for some weeks,” she said. “You were brought in badly injured. There was some internal trauma, a concussion. But I'm glad to see that you’re safe now.”Evans’ brows furrowed, his pulse quickening beneath the monitor’s steady rhythm. Brought in badly wounded? The words echoed hollowly. He tried to reach back — to remember the last thing he’d seen, the last face, the last voice — but his thoughts were a scattered puzzle, ed
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