Elijah stood at the door, his sharp eyes narrowing as he saw who had come from the Donald family.It was Jack Donald—Ethan’s second son and Sophia’s uncle. A man with little presence in the family, Jack was known for his weak disposition and his reluctance to speak up in family matters.He had always stayed in the shadows, with no significant role in the Donald empire. Unlike his brother, Hague, who was arrogant and cunning, Jack was different—quieter, softer."Mr. Jack Donald," Elijah said, his tone neutral, though the tension in the air was unmistakable."What brings you here?"Jack shifted awkwardly on his feet, rubbing the back of his neck. His eyes were downcast, and he seemed to be struggling to find his words."I... I wanted to check on Sophia," Jack finally muttered."I heard about her accident, and I just... wanted to see how she’s doing."Elijah studied Jack carefully. He had never been openly hostile toward Sophia, and in truth, he was one of the few Donald family members w

Elijah stood by the window of the room, staring at the darkened sky.The photograph of the mysterious man—cloaked in shadow, lurking near Sophia—was spread out on the desk in front of him. His thoughts raced, but his face remained an impenetrable mask of calm.“We need to find him, Doug,” Elijah said, his voice low and cold.“Whoever this is, he’s linked to the syndicate, and he’s watching Sophia. I want him found, no matter the cost.”Doug, standing at attention beside him, nodded.“We’ve already increased the surveillance around Arthur Palace, Marshal,” Doug replied. “I’ve also put more men on Sophia’s protection detail. No one gets near her without us knowing.”Elijah’s jaw tightened. "Good. But I want more than just eyes. Set up traps, gather intelligence. If he slips up, I want to be there to crush him."Doug nodded again, his eyes reflecting the same steely determination. "Consider it done, sir."As Doug turned to leave, Elijah’s phone buzzed on the desk. The name ~Olivia Winter

Elijah sat in his study, the dim light casting long shadows across the room. His eyes were locked on the small tracker he’d pulled from his car.The device was sleek, professional—far too advanced to be some run-of-the-mill gadget. He knew it had to be connected to something bigger. He pulled out his laptop, connecting the tracker to a secure line. His fingers moved swiftly over the keyboard, running the signal through multiple encryption layers.As the minutes ticked by, the screen filled with information, slowly tracing the tracker’s origin.Elijah’s face hardened as the results came in.The signal led back to a syndicate—a notorious group with ties to none other than Zack Shaw and the underground network he had once ruled.It was becoming clear that this was the same group responsible for Sophia’s attack and the threats against her life.His phone buzzed, breaking his concentration. It was Doug.“Marshal,” Doug’s voice came through, calm but urgent.“I’ve been digging into the tra

Elijah kept his composure despite the sudden appearance of his old military acquaintance. The man’s shocked expression lingered in the background as Elijah smoothly turned his attention back to William Winter, masking his unease with a practiced smile. Every second felt like a balancing act. His cover was still intact, but it wouldn’t take much for it to crumble. William, ever the charming host, continued to boast about his family’s growing influence, unaware of Elijah’s internal turmoil.“As you can see, we’re positioning ourselves to control a significant portion of the city’s assets,” William said with a sly grin. Last Updated : 2024-10-09

The air was thick with tension as Elijah navigated the dimly lit streets of the city’s underbelly.He kept his hood low, moving swiftly through the alleyways until he reached the abandoned warehouse where the meeting with The Cobra was set to take place.It was a dangerous part of the city, one where even the bravest souls wouldn’t tread alone. But Elijah was no ordinary man, and this meeting was too crucial to pass up.The moon cast long shadows across the empty streets, and the only sounds were the occasional clink of metal or the shuffle of stray animals.Elijah’s footsteps echoed softly as he approached the entrance, guarded by two hulking figures. They nodded at him, recognizing his presence as expected.Inside, the warehouse was sparse and cold. A single flickering light bulb illuminated the space, casting eerie shadows on the rusted beams and old crates scattered around.Sitting at a table in the center of the room was The Cobra—a figure cloaked in darkness, his face obscured by