[Eric is dead; the culprit is Bash.] Someone reported to him, and he then disconnected the phone call. His gaze wandered out of the office window."At least one by one, my enemies eliminate themselves, haha. They do it on their own initiative. How fortunate you are, Elliot, not having to dirty your own hands," he praised himself.Not to mention the report on the high-speed train construction handled by Rupert, which boosted his electability in the political arena by 34%. Not bad for a newcomer from a small town like himself. Even his enemies worked for him; how could he not be arrogant? But his wandering mind was disturbed by the emergence of Meha. That day, Sonia came home and lashed out at him after Margareth embarrassed her at the tea party with her socialite friends.His reputation would be ruined if the public knew about his little secret. The image he had built as a perfectly clean official who cared for the people was the opposite of what he had done in the past, neglecting his

Elliot stared at the message with wide eyes. He wanted to throw his phone to vent the sudden rush of emotions."What a useless young man! He failed his task just like that!! Meha even knows that the task came from me... Truly foolish."Elliot paced back and forth in his office, trying to figure out how to resolve this mess. Now that Meha had discovered his motive, his chance to get rid of her was gone."Fuck, fuck, fuck!!" he cursed inwardly, punching the air to release his frustration. After that, he walked over to the nightstand next to the sofa, poured himself a glass of bourbon, settled onto the couch, and began to analyse the situation.He reopened Meha's message, paying attention to where she might be at the moment, such as an underground room. However, there was a hospital bed in the photo. Where was that?His mind flashed to Rupert. ‘Could it be that he helped Meha? I remember that Terry isn't just an ordinary guy; he's been working out at the gym, and his body is bulky. There

Margareth saw Dexter, who was dying in the car, her hand reaching out to help Dexter get out of there, but she couldn't do it because of Dexter's large body. She saw Dexter looking at her."I'm so-sorry, Dexter. I didn't know you were in this car..." Margareth began to cry and tremble as she saw Dexter's condition.Although she had known about Dexter's feelings for her, she had chosen to enjoy Dexter's attention secretly. Dexter was her sweet escape. Whenever she needed, Dexter was the first person on her mind. That's why she didn't care if Tom was fooling around with women outside, except for Lyra, of course.If Tom's death didn't burden her, now seeing her secret love dying, it felt like her world was falling apart. She wasn't prepared to lose Dexter as well. Just last night, she told Dexter about Bash; she wanted to share her happiness with him. Even though she didn't know how Dexter felt about Bash, she knew that Dexter's feelings for her hadn't changed.All because of Elliot! She

Lyan was taken to the infirmary afterwards, both of his hands broken from the stomping, but his pride shattered more than anything. He and Bash were placed in adjacent beds.Lyan had no intention of lowering his guard; his mind wandered far. Meanwhile, Bash merely glanced at his fellow inmate and then looked up to the ceiling.After the guard who brought Lyan left, leaving them alone in the room, Bash broke the silence."Is this the result of your foolishness again?""It's none of your business," Lyan replied curtly."Fine, suit yourself."Silence hung between the two of them. Both had too much pride to back down, especially Lyan, who still felt betrayed by Bash. However, as he looked at his friend sleeping beside him, he remembered how they used to get drunk together, engage in mischief, share laughter, and commit crimes together.Usually, Terry was the bridge between them, smoothing over their differences. But now, that foolish man was absent. Lyan didn't know how to break down the

"Anne, love... Wake up, I need you.""Mm... But we did it twice last night, Dan..." Anne protested, and I smiled as I heard her."So what? Can't I ask for the third or fourth time?" I teased while gently caressing her still-closed eyes."Uugh... Not today, I'm so tired..." Anne requested."Hmm... Even though I want to but, this isn't about that, Anne. Margareth is here. Can you help me inform Pops about her?"Anne fell silent, but I knew she was listening to my words."Is this your way of waking me up, Dan? This isn't funny," Anne responded sceptically."I'm serious; she needs protection.""And it’s your duty because? Wait... I have to convince myself this isn't a dream." Anne got up from her lay position, leaned against the headboard, and looked at me sharply."What's your consideration?" she finally asked, indicating she was ready for a discussion."Do you remember the agreement between Tom and Elliot? Since I can't find him, and my source can't either, we can rely solely on Margare