Leon stepped out of the sleek black car onto the cobbled streets of Paris, the cool evening air brushing against his face. The golden glow of the Eiffel Tower loomed in the distance, its beauty a stark contrast to the turmoil within him. After his unexpected encounter with Sophia and Ethan at the airport, he had tried to push the memories aside, but they clung to him like shadows.The driver handed Leon his bag. “Monsieur, I’ll wait here if you need me later.” Leon took his bag.Leon nodded, his thoughts already elsewhere. The system chimed softly in his earpod. he brought out his phone.“Leon, the restaurant Le Jardin is three blocks south. Estimated walking time: five minutes.”“Good. I need to clear my head,” Leon muttered. He adjusted his tailored blazer and began walking.The streets were alive with the hum of Parisian nightlife. Couples strolled hand in hand, street performers entertained small crowds, and the faint aroma of freshly baked bread lingered in the air. Leon moved th

Leon stood in his quiet safehouse the next morning, staring at the USB drive on the table. The information he’d extracted from Richard Kline was invaluable. It detailed offshore accounts, shell companies, and key financial contacts propping up the Winters’ empire. But as he reviewed the data, the system chimed with a warning.“Leon, we have a problem. The Winters are aware of the breach. They’ve already begun closing accounts and securing their network.”Leon frowned, pacing the room. “How fast can we act?”“You’ll need to strike immediately, targeting the weakest links before they can recover,” the system replied.Leon exhaled, running a hand through his hair. The air in the safehouse felt stifling, and his mind was racing with possibilities. But his focus shifted when his phone buzzed. It was Clara.“Clara?” Leon answered quickly.Her voice was shaky. “Leon, I... I just got a call from Vanessa’s school. Someone’s been asking questions about her. They didn’t say who, but the principa

The night was restless for Leon. The revelation that Victor might have orchestrated the boat accident haunted him like a ghost from his past. Sitting in the dimly lit safehouse, the faint glow of his holographic screen illuminated his face. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the desk as the system continued analyzing the data."System," Leon said, his voice steady despite the turmoil within, "pull everything you can on Marcus Grey. I want his entire history, connections, and current whereabouts."The system chirped softly. "Retrieving data now. This may take a few moments."Leon leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. His mind drifted back to that fateful day, the warm sun, the salty breeze, the laughter of his sister as she teased him about his fear of water. He could almost hear her voice again.But then came the screams, the chaos, the cold water pulling him under. And Victor... Victor’s eerie calm as he swam away, leaving Leon struggling to stay afloat.The system's voic

The car sped through the city streets, headlights cutting through the dark like knives. Leon’s grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles white. Victor sat in the back seat, his smug smirk ever present, while Ethan winced in pain, pressing a bloodied cloth against his side. The tension in the car was palpable, thick enough to suffocate.The system chimed in Leon’s earpiece. “Safehouse proximity: five minutes. Probability of enemy pursuit: 42%.”Leon glanced in the rearview mirror. The roads behind them were clear, but his gut told him they weren’t out of danger yet.“You’ve got five minutes to start talking,” Leon growled, his voice cutting through the silence.Victor chuckled softly. “Patience was never your strong suit, was it, Leon? I told you, your sister is alive. But finding her won’t be simple.”“Then make it simple,” Leon snapped. “Where is she?”Victor leaned back, his smugness unshaken. “You’re not ready for that information yet.”Leon slammed the brakes, pulling the