The manager watched him closely, confused. “Is there a problem, Gabriel?”Gabriel forced a smile. “Just a moment. I’ll get it right.” He tried to think hard, but nothing came to mind.His frustration was growing. “What could the special passcode be?” he muttered, his voice tense.The manager frowned, a bit perplexed. “Gabriel, you should know the passcode. You set it yourself just a few months back.”Gabriel ran a hand through his hair, his patience thinning. “I’ve forgotten it,” he snapped.The manager looked taken aback. “Forgotten? This is unusual. It's crucial information, Gabriel.”Gabriel’s eyes narrowed. “Isn't there another way to get my money? Just bypass all these protocols?”The manager shook his head firmly. “I'm afraid not. The bank has strict procedures. We can’t release any funds or valuables without the correct passcode. It’s for your own security.”Gabriel clenched his jaw, his fingers tapping on the desk in irritation. “What if I can’t remember it?”The manager notic

Camella's eyes flickered with doubt. “Why are you hiding things from me? You’ve never done this before.”Gabriel's heart pounded. “I’m not hiding anything, just handling some things… privately.”Camella folded her arms, her eyes narrowing. “Privately? Since when do we have secrets?”Gabriel stared at her, trying to read her expression. Was it game over? Did she hear him? Her tone suggested she might have, but he had to keep his composure. “I didn't mean I'm keeping secrets,” he replied carefully. “I just came in to answer a call.”“In the bathroom?” she questioned, raising an eyebrow.“Yes,” he nodded, forcing a smile. “I didn't want to disturb you. You were sleeping.”Camella’s eyes remained fixed on his. “I know. So, what were you talking about on the phone?”“It's nothing." He sighed, trying to stay calm. “Look, I don’t want to explain now. Can we just… drop this?”Her eyes darkened, but she nodded slowly. “Fine, for now. But just know, I’m watching you, Gabriel. Closely. And from

"So, Zoe, I want to ask you something important," Gabriel began, trying to maintain his composure.Zoe tilted her head, looking at him deeply. "So that's why you came? Because you need something from me? That's quite unlike the Gabriel I know."Gabriel laughed lightly, "Oh, come on, Zoe. You make me sound so serious. I just need a favor from a friend."She rolled her eyes playfully. "Alright, but you owe me a special treat.""Sure," he grinned. "I'll get you some fried calamari from La Bella Bistro. I know you love it."Zoe's brows creased, and she quickly stopped him. "Fried calamari? No, Gabriel, you know I don't like it."Gabriel paused, his smile faltering. "Huh?""It also causes me allergies! Remember? You were the one who noticed the last time I was tempted to try it, and you scolded me,” she recalled, a teasing smile on her lips.Gabriel looked down, scratching his head awkwardly. He had failed to guess right, and now he wondered what she would make of his mistake."Gabriel, ha

Gabriel stumbled toward Anna's room, his steps unsteady but determined. When he knocked, Anna opened the door and smiled, her eyes lighting up at the sight of him. "Gabriel," she greeted warmly, "I was hoping you'd come by."He smirked, stepping in without a word. She shut the door behind him, and he wasted no time. His lips crashed onto hers, kissing her with a hunger she had only imagined in her fantasies. She melted into him, wrapping her arms around his neck as he pulled her closer, his hands exploring her body.Gabriel’s hands roamed over her bare back, pressing her against him as if he couldn't get close enough. His other hand squeezed her through her shorts and camisole, making her gasp in surprise and pleasure. She heard a knock on the door, but ignored it, pushing Gabriel onto the bed, her heart racing.“Gabriel, are you there?” Camella’s voice came through the door, freezing Anna in place. Her excitement quickly turned to frustration. Reluctantly, she pulled away from Gabri

Gabriel's heart pounded in his chest as he stared at the man who looked exactly like him. The resemblance was unnerving—same height, same build, even the same cold smirk that Gabriel sometimes wore when confronting his enemies. But this man, Jarod, was a twisted reflection.Gabriel's eyes darted from Jarod to the woman in the black outfit, still standing silently by the door. She remained unreadable, her face concealed by her mask.“What the hell is going on here?” Gabriel’s voice came out low and threatening, but beneath his tone, there was an edge of panic.Jarod casually walked around the room, picking up a small object from a nearby table and fiddling with it. “Oh, don’t look so surprised, Gabriel. You should’ve known Master Russell would have a contingency plan. I mean, after all, you’ve been a real thorn in his side for years.”Gabriel clenched his fists, his muscles tensing against the ropes binding him. “What are you talking about? What plan? And why do you look like me?”Jaro