Clara sat in her chair, her face looking pale and her eyes red from lack of sleep. She couldn't accept the fact that Franklin, the lover she loved so much, was reportedly killed in an accident. Her heart was filled with disbelief. She sensed something was wrong, as if there was something wrong with all of this. Her mind was constantly spinning, looking for clues or signs that could explain what had happened.After hours of contemplation, Clara finally decided to act. She couldn't just sit back and take this news for granted. Determinedly, she summoned some of her trusted men to her office. When they arrived, Clara stood up from her chair and gave them a stern look."We need to investigate what really happened to Franklin," Clara said in a shaky but firm voice. "I don't believe he died in an accident as reported. I want you to find out everything about this incident, including finding out where Franklin was last seen before the accident."Clara's men, knowing how deeply Clara felt abou

After hearing from Ronald, Charles was relieved that his plan to keep Clara from further investigation seemed to be working. Ronald, who has long had a crush on Clara, sees this assignment as an opportunity to get closer to the woman he has long admired. Behind these feelings, there is an inner conflict raging within him. Ronald knows that what Charles is asking is not an easy thing, especially since it involves Clara.Meanwhile, Clara, who had just returned from Bintara Village, was still feeling confused. The absence of Franklin's personal chauffeur at her house added to the suspicion that something was very wrong. The driver was known to be loyal and never left his job for no apparent reason. Clara decided to stay calm and come up with a new plan, but her mind kept spinning, trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together.Ronald, who had been following Clara's progress, decided to contact her. With a caring tone of voice, he tried to approach Clara. "Clara, I heard you were back i

Franklin sat in the corner of the room, feeling a deepening sense of hopelessness. For days cooped up in the cold, cramped room, every escape plan he tried failed. Amanda's men were too loyal, too experienced, and he had no reliable resources or allies to help him. Failure after failure exhausted her, both physically and mentally.Her eyes glanced around the room. There were only a few items available there-a few tableware, a single ceramic plate, a glass of water, and a metal spoon lying on the small table beside her bed. At first glance, everything seemed useless. However, in this state of urgency, Franklin began to think of all possibilities, no matter how extreme.His mind began to race. He knew that Amanda's men had rejected all of his offers. Money, promises of protection, even threats didn't work on them. But there was one thing she might not have tried - inflicting serious injury on herself. If she managed to injure herself badly enough, they might have no choice but to take h

Amanda received the report with a tense face, her hands clenched tightly at her sides. Someone had let her down, and anger was starting to creep into her. Her men who had been assigned to keep an eye on Franklin in the hospital had failed, and now, Franklin had disappeared without a trace."How could this happen?!" exclaimed Amanda in a sharp voice, her eyes staring intently at the man giving the report. Her men stood before her, trying to hold back the tremors of fear that crept through her body."We... we don't know, Ms. Amanda," the man stammered. "When we went back to check, she was gone. We searched around the hospital, but there was no trace of her."Amanda stared at him with a piercing gaze, as if she could burn him with just her eyes. "You guys dare to disappoint me so much," she said coldly. "This isn't just a failure. You've made a big mess!"The man felt the coldness of Amanda's anger, and he lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the woman. Amanda was someone who

After a few days, Franklin began to feel better. His body, which had been weak, slowly regained its strength. Meanwhile, he also began to feel a heavier burden on his heart. Despite being under the protection of Gita and mr Gunawan's family, Franklin's thoughts kept drifting to his family who must be in deep grief right now. His fake death, which had been arranged by Amanda, had left them grieving, and he felt guilty for letting his family continue to believe that he was dead.One afternoon, as the sun began to set in the western horizon, Franklin decided to talk to Gita about his true situation. They both sat on the back porch of the house, enjoying the cool afternoon breeze. Pak Gunawan was busy in the fields, while Gita faithfully accompanied Franklin."Gita," Franklin began in a soft voice, looking at the girl with deep respect. "I have to tell you something."Gita, who had sensed from the start that Franklin had something to say, looked at him attentively. "What is it, Franklin?"