Drake Chwe hurriedly went down from the rooftop, impatiently staring at the floor number in the elevator as he descended, eager to personally meet Eleanor."Cedric did well at protecting her," he muttered to himself."Pardon?" Aunt Ling asked from behind Drake, accompanied by security guards."He looked beaten up, but Eleanor looked fine," Drake said, recalling the image that flashed in his mind due to his tribute. He vividly remembered Eleanor and Cedric sitting in the mall's park, with Eleanor physically unharmed while Cedric's face was a mess."You already saw them?" Aunt Ling asked, feeling puzzled by Drake's statement. She avoided looking directly at Drake's empty eye socket, noticing the dried blood on his cheeks."Nevermind," Drake responded, tapping the floor impatiently as they approached ground level. He prepared to sprint out of the elevator, but Aunt Ling stopped him."What?" he yelled, irritated."S-sir, Eleanor might get scared if she sees you looking like that," Aunt Li

Eleanor Chwe continued to feign illness, her guilt mounting as she heard her brother sob. She heard him desperately want her illness to vanish, especially as she felt like her brother was nearing breaking point. However, a call from White strengthened her resolve to maintain her act, using her illness to keep her brother away from further trouble."Where are you going?" Eleanor weakly tugged at her brother's clothes as she felt Drake moving away from her side."Oh, Ely, you're awake. How do you feel?" Drake asked, his worry evident as he gently patted her pale skin to check her temperature."Where are you going?" Eleanor repeated. She hadn't heard the entirety of the conversation, but she had caught Drake mentioning Sundial and Zack while she was faking sleep. It led her to assume that Drake was heading out to deal with something dangerous once again."I'm just going to check something at work. I'll be out just for a moment," Drake assured her with a smile, though he knew he was lying

Drake wasted no time, immediately summoning a maid to stay with Eleanor in her room. He carefully moved her hands away from him and instructed Cedric to beef up security around her while he was away."Let's gather everyone for a meeting," Drake said as he settled into his car."When do you want it scheduled?" Attorney Lunes replied, stifling a yawn. He sat beside Drake, unable to conceal his annoyance at being roused from sleep.The Royal Eleanor Hotel boasted a five-star rating, a perk Attorney Lunes enjoyed as Drake’s employee. However, he despised the expectation of being on call regardless of the hour or his own activities."Now," Drake insisted, motioning for his driver to hasten their departure."At this hour?" Attorney Lunes protested, checking the time on the car's dashboard."What's the matter?" Drake inquired brazenly, though he knew it was unusual to summon one's team at 2 a.m. He endeavored to treat his employees well, understanding the challenges of toxic work environment

Drake and Eleanor sat together for breakfast, surprisingly calm despite their earlier argument. The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the table.Eleanor poured herself a cup of coffee, taking a sip before glancing at Drake. "You agreed that Sophia would be my maid?" she asked, her tone softening.Drake nodded, stirring his tea. "Sophia? Cedric's sister, right?""Yeah," Eleanor confirmed."Do as you wish. There's nothing urgent happening in Jamila anyway," Drake shrugged.They ate in silence for a while, the clinking of utensils being the only sound. Despite their differences, they fell into a comfortable rhythm, each lost in their own thoughts.Finally, Drake broke the silence. "So, are you all packed up?"Eleanor set down her fork, replying, "I'm ready to go. We can leave now if you want."Drake smiled, relieved to see Eleanor excited. However, his expression quickly turned serious as the tool he accessed from his system before its suspension ale

Natasha smirked, convinced she had successfully cornered Drake, but little did she know, she was the one trapped in her own game.“You think you've got me, Natasha? You've underestimated me." Drake chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He wondered how long Natasha would stay confident.“Who're you playing?” Natasha snorted. Her confident facade faltered for a moment before she composed herself. "You fail to grasp the situation, Drake. You're at my mercy now."Drake raised an eyebrow, playing along with her charade.He said, "Is that so? And what do you intend to do with me?"He acted scared but it’s obvious that he’s literally mocking her but Natasha’s confidence didn't quite catch it.Natasha grinned, relishing the thrill of the chase. "I'll strip you of everything, Drake. Your identity, your possessions—everything you cherish will be mine."Drake's expression remained inscrutable as he nodded slowly. "Very well. Then take it."Natasha's eyes narrowed, suspicion clouding her fe