Calvin then left Miranda Dew's house and headed directly to the address his lawyer, Samuel Reed, had provided. As he drove through the city, his mind raced with thoughts of the pendant and the impending meeting with Matthew Greene. Soon, he arrived at a luxurious condominium complex and parked his car.He approached the front door and pressed the intercom button. A moment later, a well-dressed butler answered and invited him in. "Please come in, Dr. Hudson. Mr. Greene is expecting you."Calvin followed the butler into a lavishly decorated living room. He was asked to wait there, and a few minutes later, Matthew Greene entered the room, looking composed but curious."Dr. Hudson," Matthew greeted him, extending a hand. "Thank you for coming on such short notice."Calvin shook his hand firmly. "Of course, Mr. Greene. I'm here to help. How can I assist you today?"Matthew motioned for Calvin to sit down. "At the gala dinner, you mentioned something about my condition—how I often experienc

Calvin sped his car towards home, the streetlights casting long shadows as dusk settled in. His thoughts were a jumble of concern for Lizzie and the weight of the day's revelations. Pulling into the driveway, he scanned the quiet neighborhood, hoping to catch a glimpse of his sister through the windows. His heart sank when he didn't see her inside the house.With hurried steps, Calvin unlocked the front door and stepped inside, calling out, "Lizzie? Are you home?"Silence greeted him initially, amplifying his worry. Just as he reached for his phone to dial her number, relief flooded through him as he heard the front door creak open behind him. Turning around, Calvin's tense expression softened as he saw Lizzie walking in, juggling several grocery bags in her arms."Calvin, why do you look so panicked?" Lizzie asked, her brow furrowing with concern.Calvin quickly composed himself, offering a reassuring smile. "Oh, it's nothing serious, Lizzie. I was just

"What do you need from me, Christina?" Calvin asked gently, his brow furrowing with concern as he sensed her unease.Christina hesitated for a moment, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her coat. "This might sound surprising, but I need your help to set a trap," she finally admitted, her voice tinged with urgency. "I believe whoever is behind this will reveal themselves if we follow my plan."Calvin leaned forward, his eyes searching hers. "What plan are you talking about?" he inquired, trying to piece together the fragments of information she had shared.Taking a deep breath, Christina composed herself. "We need to check into a hotel tonight," she stated firmly, her gaze unwavering. "I suspect Alana is behind this, and if she's jealous, she'll expose herself. I have a strategy to draw Alana out. I know someone has been tailing me, observing my every move, including right now. So, please, Calvin, help me with this."Calvin listened intently, a mixture of worry and determination et

Calvin's heart pounded as he sifted through the notes scattered across the desk. The more he read, the heavier his heart grew. He found detailed accounts of how, in ancient times, Miranda's ancestors revered the hosts of the pendant, treating them as important and highly respected figures due to the extraordinary powers they possessed. However, the reverence came at a great cost. Many hosts met tragic ends, often unable to handle the immense power the pendant bestowed.One passage in particular caught Calvin’s eye, describing a host who had tried to sever the connection with the pendant. The attempt had led to catastrophic consequences, resulting in the host’s sudden and inexplicable death. Calvin's breath caught in his throat as he read about the host’s agony and ultimate demise. The words on the page blurred as fear and despair clawed at his heart."No... Lizzie," Calvin whispered to himself, his voice barely audible. He could feel his legs weaken, and he sank into a nearby chair, t

Christina whispered, "I understand, but like last time, this is just for fun, no commitments.""You're really drunk, Christina," Calvin responded gently but firmly."You're drunk too," Christina laughed softly in reply."You're right," Calvin admitted. "I should sober up. I'll use the bathroom for a bit. You should rest."Calvin went into the bathroom, removing his shirt and pants. He eased into the warm bath, letting the fragrant bubbles envelop his weary body. Closing his eyes, he leaned back to relax in the comforting water. Suddenly, he heard the door creak open, and his eyes shot open."Christina?" Calvin asked in surprise, eyes widening.Christina stepped into the bath with him, and their lips met in a passionate kiss without warning. Calvin's large hands moved gently over Christina's body under the water, drawing soft moans from her."You're irresistible, so beautiful," Calvin whispered in Christina's ear.Calvin's lips trailed down Christina's neck to her slender shoulder. He