The dimly lit apartment in the heart of the city had witnessed its fair share of family battles, but this morning’s confrontation between Drake and his mother, Linda, was unlike any other. The morning sun cast eerie shadows across the room, intensifying the already tense atmosphere.Drake sat on the worn-out sofa, his eyes locked on his mother, who remained motionless in the aftermath of his actions. The bluish tint of her skin offered him a strange sense of relief and satisfaction."She deserves this," he muttered, his hands still trembling from the adrenaline. He inhaled and exhaled slowly, his mind justifying his actions as he reflected on the suffering Linda had inflicted on him and his sister, Eleanor."She deserves this," he repeated, contemplating how Eleanor was pushed to her breaking point because of their mother.Thinking about his resentment toward Linda, Drake activated his holographic screen and produced a large storage box, one spacious enough to accommodate a person."H

Drake stood in awe as Jessica's demeanor underwent a sudden shift, as if a switch had been flipped. Her true attitude briefly emerged; she was shocked to find Lucille in the hospital rather than behind bars."She should be in prison!" she exclaimed, before seamlessly reverting to her innocent and soft-spoken facade. "Oh, I'm sorry. Hello, I'm Jessica Choy. I'm a friend of hers. May I know what happened?" she inquired."Jessica Choy?" he muttered, remembering where he'd first come across that name."You don't know her?" one of Jessica's friends chimed in."She's the only daughter of Gerald Choy from Gerald and Sons Corporation," another added."Everyone knows about her. How come you don't?" a third friend asked.Drake wondered inwardly, "What's wrong with them?" He arched an eyebrow, unimpressed by such a narcissistic introduction."I don't know about that, but please be quiet. I don't want to talk to anyone," he responded bluntly, turning his back to them and drawing the partition cur

Lucille's eyes slowly fluttered as she emerged from the dreamland. Her whole body felt heavy, as if she just escaped a terrible nightmare."Where am I?" she muttered, looking up at the unfamiliar ceiling."Why do I feel so heavy?" she groaned as she moved slowly."Ah!" she gasped, immediately covering her mouth as she realized Drake was beside her, his arms wrapped around her."Why... why?" she quivered. The memory of the crime Drake committed flashed through her mind, reviving the fear she felt. Her whole body trembled, but she froze upon realizing they were both naked."What? What happened—Ah!"She immediately sat up, but when she tried to leave the bed, Drake pulled her back, laying beside her. Her face instantly turned red as she felt the warmth of his body against hers."Are you going to ditch me?" he asked, wearing a sad expression."Ditch you? Ditch you at what?" she asked back, perplexed by the sudden change in Drake's demeanor."Can't you remember what happened? Aren't you go

Marianne sat nervously in front of Drake's desk, her eyes darting around the room as she fidgeted with her hands. However, Drake was preoccupied with his own thoughts, his expression dark and distant.“How did he become the CEO? As far as I know, the chairman opposed Zack managing their family business. What changed his mind? Is this the effect of changing the future?” he thought inwardly, occupied by the unpredictability of Zack White. "Zack runs the underworld with ease after he got the system. Now that he doesn't have the system, he manages the Gracestone instead?"Marianne noticed his dark expression, and his anxiety was loud in the silence of his office. A few moments later, she finally mustered the courage to voice her concerns.“Drake, I... I can't do this," she stuttered. “I can't be the new director of BellRox. I don't have the experience, and I'm not confident enough to face the other directors. Are you sure there's no one else you can appoint?”Director Rox told her how Dra

In the police station, Drake lounged in the lobby, seemingly at ease, as if the precinct held no novelty for him. This week alone, he'd become a familiar face, making multiple visits.While still awaiting release from the police station, Drake browsed his system, searching for any valuable information. As he perused Zack White's family background, Drake pondered, "So everyone has a weird family. Does that make it not weird?" Connecting data about the White family members, he scoffed, "I've spent lots of money just to read about their family feud."Flipping through his system's pages, Drake's thoughts raced, "But this still doesn't explain how Zack became the CEO. He targeted Zemo, yet there are two more Zanduco heirs in line. Shouldn't Zanjo take precedence?" He scratched his head, puzzled by the changes he observed since his regression."Zack has changed significantly, but why?" Drake tilted his head, shaking it. "No. There's one key distinction—he hasn't taken anyone's life yet." Re