The woman burst into tears, her sobs echoed in the quiet room. "Please, we are just innocent people. Please forgive us!"Jayce stepped closer, the paper knife still in his hand, the cold metal reflecting the light in the room. The people tied up in front of him were all trembling, their eyes showing extreme fear."Please, spare our lives! We can atone for our sins!" the woman begged, her voice choked up. "I have an old mother and young children, they need me. Please, give me a chance."Jayce stopped, his eyes coldly scanning each person. In front of him was a man trying to drag himself on the ground with his knees, his eyes looking up at Jayce pleadingly. "Jayce, Joseph is really not ordinary. He is also pretending to be sick. I swear to you, please be careful and reconsider."Jayce frowned, suspicion flashing in his eyes. "Speak clearly."The man took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "That day, in the hospital room, Joseph suddenly woke up and attacked the two of us. He was very s

Ghioto Cafe is located on a quiet street, featuring modern architecture but still maintaining a cozy feel. Outside, large glass panels create an open space, allowing customers sitting inside to watch people passing by. Inside, the shop is decorated in warm tones, the soft yellow light from the chandeliers creates a relaxing and comfortable atmosphere. The lovely wooden tables and chairs are neatly arranged, green plants are placed in the corners of the room, creating a close and pleasant space.Jayce walked into the shop, his eyes scanned the space, quickly finding his target. Charlotte sat in the corner of the room, wearing an elegant blue dress, her long black hair falling down to her shoulders. She was bowing her head, her eyes focused on the cup of coffee in front of her. The soft light from the window shone on her face, creating a peaceful scene but filled with calculation and worry.Jayce paused, his gaze cold and sharp like a predator sizing up its prey. He looked at Charlotte,

Anthony pushed the door open and entered the cafe, his eyes full of anger and dissatisfaction. In front of him was a sight he never expected: Charlotte was sitting across from another man. This man, whom he had never met, was laughing and talking to Charlotte. Anthony's heart felt like it was being squeezed, jealousy burned fiercely inside. He moved forward, each step heavy, his emotions boiling as if about to explode.Anthony moved closer, his eyes examining Charlotte and the strange man. Although deep down, he didn't really love Charlotte deeply, but his desire to monopolize and take advantage of her made him unable to stand this scene. To Anthony, Charlotte is part of his plan, an important piece that he cannot let anyone else touch."Charlotte, what's going on here?" Anthony asked, his voice trying to sound calm but unable to hide his annoyance and jealousy.Charlotte raised her head and saw Anthony, surprise and worry flashed across her face. "Anthony, why are you here?"The stra

Charlotte kept walking like a machine, without purpose, without direction. Inertia leads her home, maybe this is the only place where she feels peaceful.The night wind blew, cold and lonely. Charlotte hugged herself tightly, feeling like the whole world was against her.The light of a small house gradually appeared before her eyes, it was her house!She walked up the steps, her trembling hands searching for her keys in her pocket. In a short but long moment, Charlotte finally opened the door and entered the house. She closed the door, her whole body no longer had any strength.Hearing the door open, Mrs. Smith came out of the kitchen.As soon as Charlotte entered the house, before she could take off her shoes, Mrs. Smith appeared in the doorway, her eyes staring at Charlotte, full of annoyance."Charlotte, where did you go today that you came back so late?" asked Mrs. Smith, her voice sharp and impatient. "Do you know what time it is?"Charlotte raised her head, her tired and lifeles

Jayce closed the phone with a sly smile on his face, his sharp eyes flashing with mischief. The call with Mrs. Smith had just ended, and he was clearly pleased with the outcome. "The fish bit," Jayce thought, pleased with his plan.He pressed the intercom button, and a deep, cold voice rang out: "Tyler, come in."A moment later, the office door opened and Tyler walked in, tall and professional. Tyler saw Jayce's smile and realized something was up."You needed me, Jayce?" Tyler asked, his voice respectful but curious.Jayce stood up from the leather chair, walked to his desk, and flipped through his schedule. "Reschedule my afternoon, Tyler. I need to see Mrs. Smith.""Mrs. Smith? Who is it?" Tyler looked at Jayce, his eyes shining with surprise."Charlotte's mother," he replied shortly."Charlotte's mother? Jayce, I don't understand..." Tyler was startled, unable to believe his ears.Jayce walked up to Tyler, patting him on the shoulder."This is my business."At the same time, in th