Justin decided that the only way to verify everything was to return to Mozzafiato. He needed to confront the King and confirm the truth about his identity. However, he knew that returning wouldn’t be that simple. He couldn’t just show up without a legitimate reason. To ensure his plan, he needed to stage a kidnapping in which he would be the victim.This thought gave Justin a headache. Who would play the role of the kidnapper? How could everything look as real as possible without putting himself in danger? He returned to his room and paced back and forth, trying to find a solution.His room was dark and quiet, with only the sound of his footsteps echoing. The pictures on the wall were like silent witnesses, observing his confusion and tension. He knew that this plan had to be perfect, with no room for error.Justin felt tense, and his mind began to ache. The headache seemed to tear through each thought, making it even harder to concentrate. To relieve some pressure, he decided to turn

Even though Justin had a steady psychological disposition, having faced countless battles, hearing Mars sing that way and feeling his rhythmic pats on his shoulder sent shivers down his spine, making him feel extremely uneasy. Justin tried to maintain a steady breath to give the impression he was unconscious. Mars stood beside him, observing for a while before bending down to check. He smiled in satisfaction, his cold eyes filled with calculation.Mars then dragged Justin in another direction. At this moment, Justin “let go” of his body, releasing all his strength, making his body limp like a truly unconscious person. Mars staggered as if “shocked by the weight,” his right foot stepping back two or three times before regaining balance. At this close range, Justin could hear Mars' breathing becoming erratic. Mars adjusted his grip, finding a “more comfortable” position before starting to pull Justin along."This girl looks light, but why is she so heavy?" Mars mumbled as he began draggi

Mars lay on the floor, his bloodshot eyes glaring at Justin with unwillingness. "You must have another motive," he said, his voice full of suspicion. "You can't possibly be just an ordinary girl."Justin shrugged, giving a light smile. "I told you, I'm just an ordinary girl," he replied, his eyes cold. He knew that admitting anything more would only cause more trouble. Keeping Mars in the dark could help him control the situation better.Mars frowned, his eyes narrowing. "Listen, we can cooperate," he said, his tone softening. "You're smart, and so am I. If we work together, we could achieve so much more."Justin shook his head, without hesitation. "I have no interest in cooperating with a serial killer like you," he said firmly. "You've caused too much pain. It's time you paid the price."Mars was not ready to give up. He changed tactics, his voice becoming more persuasive. "You don't understand," he said. "I have resources and connections you can't even imagine. If you work with me,

Justin woke up with a start, feeling his forehead and back drenched in sweat. He gasped for air, eyes wide open as he looked around, realizing he was in an intensive care unit. The dim fluorescent lights above cast a cold, unfamiliar glow in the room.Around him, numerous medical devices beeped rhythmically, with tubes and sensors attached to his body, particularly his head. Justin felt a deep sense of unease and confusion. He tried to recall what had happened, but his memories were like a foggy haze, unclear and contradictory.When Justin tried to remove the devices from his head, a young nurse entered the room. She was shocked to see Justin awake. "You're awake?" she exclaimed, eyes wide with surprise. "Please stay still. I'll go get Dr. Wyder right away."The nurse hurried out of the room, leaving Justin in bewilderment. He tried to sit up, but the pain from his injuries and the sensors attached to his body forced him to lie back down. He looked up at the ceiling, trying to piece to

Dr. Wyder looked at Justin, her eyes full of sympathy and determination. "There is a way to restore your memory," she said gently but firmly.Justin felt a spark of hope ignite within him. "What is it?" he began to ask, but before he could continue, there was a knock at the door.A nurse entered, her expression urgent. "Doctor, there are people outside claiming to be Justin's family," she said, her voice filled with concern.Justin immediately sensed something amiss. He knew these were Mozzafiato's people. They wouldn't stop until they found him.Dr. Wyder turned to Justin, her eyes filled with concern. "Do you need help?" she asked, ready to do whatever it took to protect him.Justin pressed his nails into his palm, thinking quickly. He needed to make the right decision. He knew returning to Mozzafiato could be dangerous, but he also needed to face the truth and understand why all this was happening.Finally, he looked up, his eyes resolute. "No, I don't need help," he said firmly. "I