Chapter Seventy One Back in her apartment, Anastasia couldn't shake the feeling of intrigue and a growing sense of urgency. She knew she needed to investigate further, but she also understood the potential dangers involved. As she stood in front of her wardrobe, she made a decision. If she was going to dig deeper into this mystery, she needed to be prepared.Anastasia selected a sleek black outfit paired with a crisp white blouse. The combination exuded an air of professionalism, a look that wouldn't draw unnecessary attention. As she dressed, her thoughts raced. She needed more information and perhaps a way to protect herself if things took an unexpected turn.Her mind settled on an idea that both excited and frightened her. She had heard whispers about her father's bodyguards, and she knew that their surveillance was extensive. If she wanted to obtain a means of protection, she had to do it discreetly, without raising any alarms.Anastasia had a distant relative, a retired law enfo

Chapter Seventy Three In the dimly lit living room, the female Vice President paced back and forth, her steps heavy with worry. Her finely tailored suit betrayed none of the turmoil within her. Her face, once confident and composed, was now etched with deep lines of concern. The weight of impending exposure pressed heavily upon her shoulders.Outside, the distant chants of protesters grew louder with each passing minute. They were demanding transparency, justice, and an end to corruption. Little did they know that the person they had entrusted with their votes was at the heart of the very corruption they sought to eradicate.She paused by the window, her gaze fixed on the city below. It had all seemed so simple at first, the embezzlement scheme carefully hidden beneath layers of bureaucracy. But now, as the voices of the masses united against her, doubt gnawed at her conscience.A framed photograph on the mantelpiece caught her eye. It was a picture of her son, the one person she had

Chapter Seventy Two Vincent found himself in a dimly lit prison cell, a cold and unforgiving place that had become his home for far too long. He stood there, his heart pounding like a drum, desperation etched across his weary face. The iron bars that confined him taunted him with their unyielding strength.With a rusty old fork he had managed to keep hidden, Vincent began his desperate attempt at freedom. His hands trembled as he inserted the fork into the lock, a futile attempt to pick it. The metallic clang of the fork against the lock echoed through the cold, damp cell.His breath quickened as he continued to work the fork, his fingers struggling to find the right combination. Time seemed to stretch endlessly as sweat dripped from his furrowed brow. Every second felt like an eternity in this wretched place.Vincent's mind raced with memories of the life he had lost, the loved ones he had left behind. He could almost hear their voices, see their faces, and feel their warmth. The th

Chapter Seventy Seven Vincent cowered in the dimly lit hospital janitor's room, his heart pounding in his chest like a frantic drumbeat. The sterile scent of cleaning chemicals hung heavy in the air, mixing with his fear-induced sweat. He was trapped, a wounded animal hiding from its predator.Outside the room, the harsh sound of approaching footsteps echoed down the corridor. Vincent's eyes widened as he saw a figure clad entirely in black, blending seamlessly with the shadows. The figure's every move was deliberate and silent, an embodiment of stealth. Panic clawed at Vincent's throat as he realized this intruder was no ordinary trespasser."Please," Vincent's voice trembled as he whispered his plea, though every fiber of his being screamed for him to stay silent. "Don't shoot me."The figure paused, their gaze fixed on the janitor's room door. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Vincent's breaths were shallow, his senses heightened to an excruciating degree. He could hear hi

Chapter Seventy Nine Vincent had been trapped within the sterile walls of the hospital for what felt like an eternity. He had always been a man of action, never one to sit idly by, but his recent illness had forced him into a state of inactivity that gnawed at his very core. However, fate had dealt him a new card, a secret map that promised an escape from the confines of the medical prison.With determination burning in his eyes, Vincent followed the map's intricate directions, step by cautious step. The narrow corridors and dimly lit hallways seemed like a labyrinth, each turn leading him further into the unknown. His heart raced with a mix of anticipation and anxiety, unsure of what awaited him at the end of this clandestine journey.Finally, after what felt like an eternity of navigating the labyrinthine passages, Vincent emerged into the cool night air. His breath misted in front of him as he scanned his surroundings. He was in the hospital's rear courtyard, a place he had never