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Chapter 80: The Breathing Experiment
Damien knew something was wrong the moment his steps were directed toward the main meeting room. Two armed guards in black signaled him to follow the corridor to the right—where five old generals waited with faces full of plans and lingering grudges.But then, that feeling returned. The chill on his back. Not from the air conditioning, but from instinct.Something happened to Celeste.Without saying a word, Damien stopped walking.One of the guards turned. “Mr. Harlow, the meeting room is to the right.”Damien stared flatly. “That room can wait.”He turned around. The sound of leather shoes hitting the marble floor echoed firmly, without hesitation.“Sir?” one of the guards asked.“Your job is to escort, not to command,” Damien replied coldly, and they immediately backed off—well aware that this man's reputation was not to be questioned.Damien moved swiftly. He remembered the narrow corridor Maddux often used to reach the underground chamber. Back when he was still part of the milita
Chapter 79: Never Trust a Last Party
The clinking of crystal glasses and fake laughter hadn’t yet begun when Celeste’s steps halted in front of the large gothic-style door. The cold night air seemed to seep into her bones, even though she was wearing a silk gown and a thin fur coat. Her eyes narrowed sharply toward the towering building, with its maroon stained-glass windows and stone lion statues that appeared to watch over anyone passing by.“Damien…” she muttered, half in doubt. “Are you sure this isn’t a vampire’s mansion?”The man beside her let out a small laugh, though his expression remained cold and composed. “Relax. They don’t bite… unless you offer your neck.”“How charming,” Celeste replied curtly. “I still can’t believe you dragged me to the birthday party of someone I don’t even know.”“You’ll like him,” Damien said briefly, gently taking her arm and linking their hands.Celeste scoffed. “You said this man… is dying?”“Not dying. Just… this might be his last birthday.”Damien’s tone was bland, but there was
Chapter 78: Don’t Kiss Me After Smoking
A thin wisp of smoke curled from the end of a nearly finished cigarette, blending with the morning mist still hanging low over the rooftop garden of Stratton Enterprises. In the corner of the garden, shadowed by tall concrete walls, a man stood still, his body leaning against the glass railing framing the city skyline. His gaze pierced the horizon—blank, cold, nearly frozen.Damien Harlow took a deep drag, then exhaled the smoke slowly, as if releasing a burden too heavy to put into words.“How can I quit this damn cigarette?” he thought bitterly. “I’m sorry, Celeste… At the very least, I can avoid smoking in front of you.”He knew Celeste hated cigarette smoke. Not just the smell, but for deeper, more personal reasons. Damien, once extremely disciplined with his health, had relapsed into old habits after recovering from his paralysis. As if cigarettes were his loyal companion through the long, lonely nights when pain seeped from bone to soul.In his hand, a glossy, gold-trimmed invit
Chapter 77: Who Will Survive
The fog still hung low as General Maddux stood on the edge of the stone balcony at his secret base. The city that sprawled beneath him—once ruled and maintained by Denny Cross—now looked silent and subdued. No one could tell exactly what the old general was thinking. Even Maxim, who stood behind him at attention, didn’t dare to guess.“He’s dead. It’s all over,” Maxim finally said in a low voice, trying to break the silence.Maddux didn’t respond. His gaze remained fixed on the horizon until he finally turned and walked away.“Let’s head back,” he said flatly.Maxim knew better than to ask questions. They returned to Maddux’s domain—the central hub of the shadowy military and mafia network that Denny once managed. But their arrival sent a storm of panic through the underground.Maddux’s return alone, calm and without a large escort, was enough to shake the criminal underworld. But what truly made people tremble was the small black bundle Maxim left at the entrance of the base. Blood s
Chapter 76: The Traitor’s Ear
Blood seeped from the black cloth bundle Maxim dropped on the long marble dining table. The smell was sharp—raw and metallic—clashing with the sweet scent of strawberry jam being calmly spread on warm toast by General Maddux.To him, it was just another morning. No drama. No questions. Not even a hint of surprise. He glanced at the bundle briefly, then returned his attention to his simple breakfast.Maxim stood at attention. “He’s dead. And here… just like you asked.”Maddux didn’t say a word. He dabbed the corner of his mouth with a white napkin, then waved a hand at one of the servants. The young man hesitated, clearly uncomfortable. As he stepped closer, the metallic stench made him pale. He staggered back.Someone threw up in the corner.Maddux sighed. “Get rid of that cursed thing. Do something useful with the body. Burn it or feed it to my dog.”Maxim took the bundle again and walked out. But before leaving, he untied the knot and pulled out the content—a human ear, left side, w
Chapter 75: Behind the Shadows of the North
The damp smell of earth and rusted metal mixed in the air, stabbing the nose of anyone who breathed it in. Inside an old bunker hidden deep in the northern forest, a man sat slumped against a cold concrete wall, his body wrapped in tattered military clothes that no longer bore any rank. He trembled, not from the cold, but from trauma. His face was pale, his eyes dull, filled with the shadows of a night that hadn’t yet faded.Denny Cross was still alive. But only his body. His honor was gone.“They’re all dead… everything’s gone…” he muttered weakly, staring blankly at the cracked floor.In front of him, several cans of food were stacked, most already empty. His hands shook as he opened the last bottle of water he had saved. This place… it was supposed to be his last refuge. A bunker he had built with his own hands, without anyone’s knowledge—not even his subordinates.“Damn… I even had to leave Clara…” he choked out, whispering his wife’s name. “I’m sorry…”He lowered his head. Everyt
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