“Hello, Mr. Surfing Teacher.” Rohan turns towards the sweet voice. It is Sara Crowder, exactly the person he wanted to see. “Well, hello, Miss Sara Crowder,” Rohan greets. “What brings you to this humble place?” Rohan is in a cafe, working on some legal papers for the surfing school and shop. He is also hoping that he will come across Sara Crowder. As Roy mentioned, Sara made plans to return to the beach resort where they first met. “I was hoping to find you here,” she answers as she settles into the chair opposite him. “What are you doing?” “Just some papers.” “I’m open for surfing lessons if you have forgotten to ask.” This time, he smiles at her. “And when will that be?” “How about tomorrow?” she asks, leaning closer toward him. He leans towards her as well–as if he is drawn to her presence. “Are surfing lessons really what you have in mind?” “Nope,” she admits, smiling mischievously. “There are too many eyes in the city. If I want to flirt with you, I need to do it somew

Rosalyn and Rohan arrive at the gambling den with a mixture of nervous anticipation and excitement. As they walk through the entrance, they take in the sight before them. The walls are adorned with intricate mosaics of animals, plants, and stars.“This place is beautiful,” Rohan says, his voice audible over the soft music that plays in the background.Rosalyn nods in agreement, her gaze darting from one detail to the next.A tall, slender woman with long, dark hair and pale skin approaches them. She is wearing an extravagant dress with a long train of fabric trailing behind her.“I am the usherette,” she says with a smile.“That’s a nice dress,” Rosalyn comments.“I knew you will like it! When I heard you will come, I tried to make myself as striking as I possibly can!”“You didn’t fail in that regard,” she says. “You like to become a model?”“Oh god, yes, please! Mrs. Rosalyn Rugge, I am a fan of yours!”Rosalyn smiles. “Well then, here you go,” she adds, handing her a calling card.

Now armed with the evidence he needs, Rohan strides confidently toward Alston Crowder’s office. He pushes open the door and takes a quick glance around. Same as the ex-Governor’s office in Sara’s estate, this place is adorned with luxurious paintings. There is no lack of expensive pieces of furniture and shelves filled with books either—all tastefully placed around the room. But all of these pales in comparison to the imposing figure of Alston sitting at his desk, looking like an emperor surveying his kingdom. Rohan clears his throat. “Mr. Alston Crowder, I’m here to discuss a matter regarding your family’s business dealings.” “The guard told me what you came here for, Mr. Hansel Rugge. Does Rosalyn know?” “It doesn’t matter. The facts are simple. Your family has been using the prison as a hotel. You also have illegal offshore accounts which are hidden away from the authorities.” Alston chuckles. He slowly stands and walks around the desk. There is no fear in the way he carries hi

Rohan jumps up from his position, shocked at what he sees. “What did you do to her?!” he screams, but a guard hits him across his face.Sprawled on the floor, he watches as Alston’s eyes glint with sadistic joy, his voice low but filled with glee. “I can’t believe this. You really did care for your wife.”“You asshole!”“I thought we both already established that.”Feeling his anger and hatred for Alston mounting, Rohan scrambles to his feet and charges at him, only for several guards to tackle him down.“You won’t get away with this!” he screams, struggling against the guards as Alston cackles in delight. “I’ll make sure of it!”“Oh, please do,” Alston smiles mockingly. “It would be so much fun if you try.”Rohan’s eyes narrow as his rage boils over. “You won’t make it out of this alive, Alston. I promise you that.”Alston only laughs. “Given our position, I should be the one handing out threats.”Sara hooks her arms around her older brother and says, “Let your guards handle them, Al

Rohan walks towards the main door while Tyrianne is hiding in one of the trees, making sure that she has a clear view of the house. Rohan hasn’t even entered the house when one guard already sees him. “What are you doing here?!” the guard shouts at him. In response, Rohan charges at him with a knife. The guard quickly raises his gun and fires. But it only catches Rohan on the shoulders. Grunting, he attacks the guard, slashing at his neck and spraying blood on the floor. The guard falls, and Rohan watches him die. Really, killing another person. He will never get used to it. Maybe he should just wound them? No! His mind screams. He can’t afford to do that! There’s another gunshot, and he realizes that Tyrianne had just saved him from another skulking guard. He purses his lips. These kinds of indecisions will kill him! And besides, did they ever feel guilty when Rosalyn and Roy died?! ‘They didn’t,’ he answers himself. And so, Rohan shuts off his heart. He charges to the next guar