The rain had stopped by the time Leon arrived at La Belle Royale. The streetlights reflected off the wet pavement, and the restaurant glowed softly against the darkening sky. Leon’s footsteps echoed faintly as he crossed the sidewalk, stopping briefly to glance inside through the glass windows. The place was just as busy as always , tables full, waiters moving quickly, and the sound of clinking glasses drifting into the night air. Leon stepped inside. The familiar warmth of the restaurant enveloped him, along with the rich smells of roasted chicken and freshly baked bread. The chandeliers hanging from the ceiling cast a golden light over the dining area, and gentle music played in the background. His eyes scanned the room, but there was no sign of the Clara. His sharp gaze flicked from table to table, searching for her – brown hair, green eyes, the timid look she always wore when working. Nothing. He glanced toward the bar and then to the entrance of the kitchen at the back. Le

Leon sat in his system room, the dim light from the holographic interface reflecting in his eyes.The air was thick with silence, save for the occasional hum of the technology surrounding him.The system chimed softly, signaling a new task."Leon," the system's voice echoed smoothly, "if you want to dismantle those who ruined yourlife—the Winters and Victor Aldridge—you must partner with their greatest enemies. Strikefrom the shadows, use their rivals' hatred as fuel for your revenge. That will make your taskeasier."Leon's eyes narrowed. "Interesting," he muttered. "And who might these enemies be?"The system’s screen flickered, revealing a list of old feuds, unresolved conflicts, and rivalfamilies who had long been at odds with the Winters and Aldridge."Your best bet is to gather information. Call someone you trust," the system advised. "Aprofessional or your private investigator, let him do the job for you."Leon leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. There was only