The rhythmic staccato of keys being pressed on the keyboard echoes through the bustling underground basement. It is a hive of activity, where the air seems charged with the weight of hidden knowledge. Asher, the Crazy Devil Prosecutor who smells the crime out like a mad dog, sits at the heart of it all, surrounded by the hum of electronic machinery and the glow of numerous computer screens, and reflects on his eyewear. As his fingers touch across the keyboard, a swarm of information unfolds before his eyes. The digital realm lays bare, revealing not only the shadowy dealings of the criminal underworld but also the concealed connections of celebrities entangled in illegal activities. It's an entire house of vivid mosaic of secrets, each piece contributing to the larger, complex puzzle.Amidst this flood of data, Asher, the lawless prosecutor, downloads everything. His eyewear reflects the glow of the screens, but his eyes get sharper as he discovers the information about his father, w
There is no such thing called Coincidence...There is no such thing as called Miracle...Behind every single incident, there is a hidden reason for which every happens.In the wake of the Devil Prosecutor's demise, the world continued its relentless pace, unfazed by the event. People, absorbed in their pursuits, scarcely spared a thought for his passing. Their preoccupied lives overshadowed any impact his death might have had.And life goes on...Meanwhile, Troy, the politician, ascended to the coveted presidential position. His countenance radiated triumph, a testament to the sacrifices made to secure his throne of power. The smiles were a reflection of the monumental journey, wrought with countless sacrifices, leading to this pinnacle." Whoever tries to stop me, he will meet the end like that ignorant Prosecutor did!"Proudly displaying a glass of wine, the newly crowned president boasts to his subordinates, declaring the fate of anyone who dares to impede him as akin to the demise
A malevolent grin spreads across his face upon learning the identity of the body he now inhabits: the Heir of the SL Medical Hospital and College, and the fiance of the president's daughter. A medical student, his parents were best friends with his killer. The satisfaction of this murder couldn't be more profound.Asher firmly believes nothing occurs without reason. Troy's swift act of ending his life unknowingly brought Asher, his grim reaper, into his own family fold.Realization strikes— the same truck that collided with Asher's car also struck Derek's vehicle en route to his dormitory."Derek! Son! Dad regrets everything. Our sole wish is to witness your healthy growth," Mr. Steel sighs."It's fine, Dad! The accident gave me a second chance, and I intend to utilize it for goodwill!" Derek's voice resonates with an icy tone, but a smirk betrays his true thoughts. He remembers everything, even the data lost after death. His impeccable memory remains intact."There's something I need
°And, the key to the success of getting revenge is gaining trust. She is the woman who can lead me to that trust °Asher who is known as Derek glances at the woman, Stefanie, standing before the door with a bunch of books. She is going to be his trainer for three months until he passes the exam." I didn't expect that one day I have to teach my fiancé who never acknowledged me. I don't know if it's a great chance or it is a shame!"She speaks quietly, entering the study room. The skeleton she gifted him when he admitted, gets her attention." You never bothered to clean this skeleton, Did you?" She asked, settling down on the couch." Dr. Troy is aware that I don't have any memories. So I can't answer the question!"Stefanie scoffs, with a mix of mockery and disappointment. She doesn't know what to expect more from him. He has crossed every line that a fiancé shouldn't do with his fiancée. Humiliation, cheating, showing off his new girlfriends and so on. However, her stupid heart rema
-Central Metropolitan Police Station- In the afternoon, August 7, 20XXReporter- "According to the police, there is no footage of the killer who killed Politician Kiley inside a private museum. She was visiting her old friend, Mr. Bradley who is the owner of the famous painting " The Essence of Flower Blooming". She has been trying to make a deal with her best friend, but her best friend didn't seem to be pleased with her offer... "In a dimly lit office room, the air became heavy with tension. The smell of cigarettes is everywhere, its smoke gathering in the corner of the walls, around the Air compressor. A row of stern-faced police officers, their suits crisply tailored and badges glinting in the soft overhead light sits around a long, wooden conference table. The room is small but soundproof, having thousands of secrets of the City of least criminal activity that will never be found by the public.Each officer leans forward sternly, their foreheads creasing with worry, huddling i
Laughter, effervescent and infectious, bubbles up from the souls of the yacht's occupants, infusing the air with a palpable joy. It swirls like an invisible dance, entwined with the sea breeze that gently caresses their faces. The night has already bestowed upon them a gift of radiant weather, and their hearts, already flashing with contentment, now bask in the collective glow of camaraderie.In this enchanting moment, the exquisite wine they have procured from the auction is not merely a beverage, but a conduit for mirth and connection. It is as if the very notes of their laughter have been poured into each glass, rendering the wine a sweet elixir that can warm the coldest of hearts and light up even the most splendid of nights." You got a loyal dog, Mr. Bradley! The case is announced as a cold within two weeks. Without any further investigation!" The corner of the man's lips raises with satisfaction, as he remarks. The devious grin in the corner of the lips highlights the mood of
" You know I don't like Flower tea!" A disappointed groan escapes from his best friend who throws himself on the couch. After getting a message from Asher, he hurried to come here with a package of imported beer and Two servings of chicken fries and pizza. Since Asher personally called him here, he can't let the chance go to sleep.Now, he is grunting with disappointment because Asher offered him fermented Flower tea instead of letting him have a can of beer." Solve my problems first. Then I will let you drink in my apartment. So get your ass off my couch and excuse yourself out!"Sitting on the couch, Asher takes a restful breath with a glass of iced water. His fingers delicately handle the printed message that his client urgently needs to be translated to Marco, his best friend who is crashing the couch." Translate the message. It's an emergency!" Throwing the file, Asher smacks on his head.Marco Dexter is a freelance Interpreter and a linguist who is an expert in ancient langua
" Damn! Man! This house is undoubtedly interesting. She has all types of ancient collections." The moment they step into the house, their breath catches in their throat. The interior is a symphony of design and craftsmanship leaving them utterly speechless. The warm, honey-toned hardwood floors beckon them to explore further, their glossy surface reflecting the sunlight that is peeking into the room with the frosted glass window. Every corner of the house has unique furniture, antique products, lots of fossils, and rare gemstones. As if the house is a museum of ancient arts and crafts. " My mother collected them. She has more in her basement. I don't know how she got all of them. But it proves that she has worked hard to reach this point. But one thing I regret not to know about. How did she end up in politics? Why did she choose politics as her career?"Her voice trembles and cracks as she speaks about her mother, and her hand reaches for a cherished photo of the two of them, a p