He intentionally picked that size uniform because of his bruises he needs to cover it and make sure no one takes notice of his bruises. He walked slowly to the VIP room where Edward was. When he got to the door leading to the VIP room, a guard stopped him by Putting his hands in the way. The guard said. “Hey you! Stop right there. You can't come in here, this is a restricted area and you're not allowed in here, now go back.” he pointed to the direction Bradley was coming from. Bradley however pretended he didn't know about the restrictions. He said with an innocent voice. “Oh, I didn't know about that, But I got a call, to come clean this room. That's why I'm here. Is there a problem?” The guard shook his head. “There is no problem, but you're not allowed in here. This area is off-limits. Go back now. No cleaners allowed” His hand was still pointing at the direction Bradley was coming from. Bradley again pretended as if it was just a misunderstanding but this ti

Bradley's heart pounded as the footsteps approached, each step bringing them closer to the ward. He knew whoever was coming must have been drawn in by the commotion he and the fallen guard had caused earlier. Was this the end? Would he be caught and exposed, or would he find a way to escape this predicament? In a last-ditch effort to conceal his presence, Bradley summoned all his remaining strength and pushed the massive guard under the bed with a hasty shove. With his heart racing and sweat trickling down his forehead, he swiftly joined the guard's corpse, huddling in the shadows and praying that he wouldn't be discovered. As the footsteps neared, Bradley's breathing became shallow, his hands trembling as he tried to control his fear. He couldn't afford to make a sound, lest the intruder catch him and end his life as quickly as he had with the guards. As he crouched beneath the bed, Bradley's gaze fell upon the CCTV camera monitoring the room. A wave of panic washed over him as

Jeremy marched toward Edward's ward, his pace quickening with each step. His mind was clouded with rage, the gravity of the situation fueling his adrenaline. As he entered the room, his eyes fell upon the lifeless limbs of the guard peeking out from under the bed. A burning rage consumed Jeremy as he shifted his attention to Edward, who was convulsing in the throes of the poison coursing through his veins. His heart hammered in his chest as he comprehended the extent of the attack that had just taken place. Jeremy's voice quavered with emotion as he rushed to Edward's bedside, his heart pleading with the dying man to hold on for just a little longer. "Edward... Edward," he cried, his hand grasping Edward's shoulder in a desperate attempt to keep him grounded in the present. "Please don't die... please hold on." His eyes scanned the room frantically, catching sight of the alarm button on the wall next to Edward's bed. His movements became a blur as he pressed toward the button, des

Jeremy got home and sat in the room, his mind was racing with so many thoughts about what he just Experienced, everything was so strange to him. And at the same time he couldn't stop thinking about what Edward had said to him, before he gave up the ghost.He started blaming himself Even more, if he had known he would have come earlier, but now because of his delay he had lost a crucial piece of information, the only word he could hear from Edward was. “Starlight 10”Jeremy muttered to himself, his brows furrowed in concentration trying to think of something, anything. “What could it mean?”He murmured to himself.And leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. “Think, Jeremy, think! it must mean something, anything important”He said, his voice filled with frustration as he couldn't think of anything. His brain seems not to be working properly again.“There must be something I'm missing.”Jeremy's eyes darted around the room, as if searching for clues. He stood up and started

"Yes,I can see that,"Jeremy forced a smile, grudgingly acknowledging Raymond's display of bravado. Though years had passed, Raymond love for showing off had remained steadfast, a frustratingly familiar trait. Raymond patted Jeremy's shoulder, his air of superiority obvious. "Don't worry, you won't have to compete," he said, his voice dripping with smugness. "I'm sure my project will impress the boss, and when he asks me what I want, I'll make sure to mention your name. That way, you'll get the job and finally experience the luxury you've only dreamed about." Jeremy suppressed the urge to roll his eyes, knowing that Raymond had always been quick to boast. Just then, Raymond caught sight of Jefferson making his way towards them. His expression shifted from cocky to apprehensive as he quickly excused himself from the conversation. "I'd better go. It's not a good idea to be seen talking when I should be working," he said, his tone hurried and a little anxious. As he hurried away, it