2025-11-14 18:12:59The next morning, the Harrison mansion was unusually quiet.
The night’s laughter and music were gone, replaced with whispers.
Clara was in the kitchen making tea when her mother came in.
Her face looked tired. “Have you seen Eric this morning?” she asked.
Clara shook her head. “No. Why?”
“He left early. He said he had urgent business.”
Her mother frowned. “But the men who came last night—why were they looking for him? He said he never met them.”
Clara sighed. “Mom, maybe it was just a misunderstanding.”
Mrs. Harrison forced a smile. “Maybe.”
But deep down, she wasn’t sure anymore.
---
Ryan stepped into the kitchen quietly. “Good morning.”
Her mother crossed her arms. “You made enough noise last night, didn’t you? Fighting like some gangster.”
Ryan smiled. “I just don’t like trouble.”
“Hmm.” She looked him up and down. “Well, thanks for scaring them off. But don’t think that changes anything.”
Ryan nodded. “I don’t.”
He poured himself some water and left without another word.
His silence made her more uncomfortable than his presence.
---
Outside, Ryan walked down the street, phone in his pocket buzzing again.
He stopped beside an old car parked by the road. A voice came from the other end of the call.
“Commander, we traced the name Eric Harrison. He’s not who he claims to be.”
Ryan’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Go on.”
“He’s been using fake business papers to collect money from investors. The men who came last night were his victims. If this leaks, the Harrison family will be in trouble too.”
Ryan looked back at the mansion. “Handle it quietly for now. Don’t act until I say so.”
“Yes, Commander.”
Ryan ended the call and slipped his phone away.
His calm eyes turned cold for a moment, then soft again.
---
Meanwhile, at the city office, Eric sat nervously in front of his computer.
He kept checking his email — one from a man named “Mr. Duke.”
The subject read: **FINAL WARNING**.
Eric swallowed hard. “No… he can’t have found me.”
Just then, his phone rang.
It was a strange number.
“Eric Harrison,” the voice on the line said, cold and slow. “You thought you could run from me?”
Eric’s face went pale. “W-who is this?”
“You owe me money. Two hundred thousand dollars. Pay before midnight, or everyone will know the truth about your ‘company.’”
Click.
The line went dead.
Eric’s hand shook. Sweat rolled down his neck. He slammed his laptop shut and whispered, “No one can find out. Not Clara. Not her family. And definitely not that useless Ryan.”
He didn’t know Ryan already knew everything.
---
That evening, Clara sat on the balcony, lost in thought.
She still couldn’t forget what happened at the party.
Her mother came out beside her. “Clara, that husband of yours is strange.”
“I know,” Clara said softly. “But after all, what does he have? He’s not contributing to the family, so there’s nothing good about him.”
Her mother nodded. “Exactly. Don’t let last night confuse you. Maybe he just got lucky.”
Clara forced a smile. “Yeah… maybe.”
Down below, Ryan was fixing the garden light quietly. He heard every word, but his face didn’t change.
He just whispered to himself, “One day, you’ll see.”
---
Later that night, Ryan stood by the window again.
The city lights flickered far away, and the air was cold.
His phone buzzed — another message from his team.
**“Commander, should we take down Eric Harrison tonight?”**
Ryan’s eyes glowed faintly under the moonlight.
He typed back: **“No. Let him dig his own grave. Then I’ll move.”**
He slid the phone into his pocket, closed his eyes, and said softly,
“The legend doesn’t rush. The legend waits.”
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Ryan returned home late that night. The cab dropped him far from the house, and he walked the rest of the way slowly. His body felt weak, but his mind was heavy with thoughts. Everything he saw at the company kept replaying in his head. The old building. The files. Uncle Grey’s name. None of it felt normal.When he reached the gate, he stopped for a moment and listened. The house was quiet. No voices. No movement. Only the sound of the night. He opened the gate gently and stepped inside, closing it carefully behind him.Ryan entered the house quietly. He removed the cap and the mask quickly and hid them inside his bag. He pushed the bag deep into the wardrobe and changed his clothes. Only then did he move to the bed.Clara was sleeping peacefully.Ryan sat beside her and watched her face. His heart felt heavy. He wished he could tell her everything, but he knew that would only scare her. He lay down beside her and closed his eyes, but sleep refused to come. His thoughts kept going bac
Chapter 234
The car stopped a little far from the company building. Ryan paid the driver and stepped out slowly. The night air was cold and quiet. The street lights were on, but the area felt strange, almost forgotten. He stood still for a moment, holding his bag, and looked ahead.The company building was right there.It looked the same, yet not the same.The tall gate was still standing, but the paint was fading. The signboard still carried the company name, but some letters were broken. Lights were on inside, but not many. The place felt empty, like a body without a soul.Ryan’s chest tightened.This place once felt alive. His father walked these grounds with pride. Workers laughed. Phones rang. Meetings happened. Dreams were built here.Now it felt cold.Ryan lowered his cap and put on his mask and glasses. He adjusted his jacket and walked forward slowly. His steps were careful. He did not want attention.At the gate, a security man sat on a chair, half awake. Ryan walked past like he belong
Chapter 233
Ryan woke up early that morning, even before the sun fully rose. His body still felt weak, but his mind was sharp. He lay on the bed for a while, listening to the quiet sounds of the house. Clara was sleeping beside him. Her face looked calm, and for a moment, Ryan wished he could stay there and forget everything else.But he could not.The plan he made the night before stayed heavy in his mind. Going back to the company was risky, but waiting longer was even more dangerous. Too many strange things were happening. Too many secrets were closing in on the people he loved.Ryan slowly got out of bed. He moved carefully so Clara would not wake up. He picked up his small bag from under the bed and carried it quietly into the bathroom. He locked the door softly behind him.Inside the bathroom, Ryan stood in front of the mirror. He looked at his reflection for a long time. He barely recognized the man staring back at him. He looked thinner. His eyes carried tiredness and worry. This was not
Chapter 232
Morning came slowly. The house woke up like nothing was wrong, but Ryan felt different inside. His body was still weak, but his mind was already far ahead. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching the light enter through the window. Clara was still sleeping. Her face looked peaceful, and that made him pause.He did not want to bring trouble closer to her.Ryan stood up gently and walked out of the room. The house was quiet. Ava was not awake yet. Mrs Harrison was in the kitchen, moving slowly, her back turned. Uncle Grey was nowhere to be seen.That gave Ryan some relief.He stepped outside into the small yard. The morning air felt fresh, but his chest felt tight. He leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. He already knew what he had to do.He needed to go back to the company.Not openly.Not as Ryan.He needed to go quietly.Ryan pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts. He stopped at one name.Marcus.His finger stayed there for a while. Marcus had been with him
Chapter 231
Ryan could not sleep that night. He lay on the bed staring into the dark, listening to every small sound inside the house. Clara was beside him, asleep, breathing slowly. He wished he could rest too, but his mind refused to be quiet.Each time he closed his eyes, the image of the locked room returned to him.The spare room.The door that stayed closed.The door Uncle Grey never talked about.Ryan turned on the bed and sighed quietly. His body felt tired, yet his thoughts felt heavy. Uncle Grey’s voice kept repeating in his head, the threats, the warnings, the talk about a document. None of it felt clear, yet all of it felt dangerous.One thing was certain to Ryan.Whatever Uncle Grey wanted had nothing to do with his father’s company.That truth felt firm inside him.His father’s company had collapsed long ago. The people in this house never knew much about it. Uncle Grey only came into their lives later. There was no reason for him to suddenly be connected to that past.So why wa
Chapter 230
The night after Clara returned from the market felt longer than usual. The house was quiet, but the quiet did not feel peaceful. It felt heavy, like something was hiding inside the walls and listening.Ryan lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Clara was beside him, trying to sleep, but he could tell she was not fully calm. Her breathing changed each time a sound came from outside.Ryan kept his eyes open.He was thinking about the warning message.He was thinking about Clara feeling followed.He was thinking about Uncle Grey’s threats.And most of all, he was thinking about the document.Someone wanted it badly.Someone was ready to destroy lives because of it.That meant the document was real.And if it was real, then it had to be somewhere close.Ryan slowly sat up. Clara turned slightly.“You can’t sleep again,” she said quietly.Ryan paused, “I don’t want to wake you.”She opened her eyes and looked at him, “Something is wrong, Ryan. I can feel it.”Ryan took a deep breath
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