Author's point of view... As another lovely day came to an end, Leo felt reenergized in the morning. These days he was busy with his project. He went to a lot of inexpensive but good restaurants with Jessica's aid, and together they met all those talented but undiscovered chefs in the city. Jessica was so puzzled. Even though she loved eating, she was unable to comprehend Leo's mental state. Gathering the most skilled but underrated chefs, giving them a platform to shine, and letting their culinary genius speak for itself was the simple but profound notion that gave rise to Leo's goal of opening a distinctive restaurant. With minimal investment, he found a quaint, slightly rundown corner of the city that had the potential to become a culinary hotspot. The first step was to assemble his team. Leo scoured the city, visiting food stalls, small eateries, and even homeless shelters, looking for chefs with extraordinary talent but little opportunity. He met several other
Author's point of view... Just as Leo entered the restaurant at night, his phone buzzed. A message notification from Alvin flashed on his phone screen. "Plan in progress" "Targo Gang. Merits- Martial Arts. Night attackers. Be careful" Leo raised his eyebrows as he read the message but it was already too late for him to respond. The lights in the restaurant were switched off or maybe tampered and Leo senses some black figures moving towards him. "Aagh...So they are here already...!" Leo tried to fight back, grabbing a nearby kitchen knife, but he was quickly overpowered. The lead assassin stepped forward, his voice cold and menacing. "You’re quite something, huh?" "Retreat, stoop, and lift your right leg to a ninety-degree." a quick instruction was heard and Leo acted without even noticing where it came from. The voice seemed to be familiar and commanding at the same time and Leo felt like he was obliged to take those commands. Surprisingly, he was able to dodge
Author's point of view... "We caught the men who attacked you last night," Harris began, his voice grave. He looked up at Leo and paused for a while as if thinking about how to put his mind out. "But there's a problem." From the moment Leo stepped inside the police station, he had anticipated that things wouldn't go easily here, and it was evident that something was off as he saw the expressions on everyone's faces. He noticed that they were all hesitant about something. Some were even avoiding looking into his eyes for a reason. Taking a deep breath, Leo asked in a calm tone. "What is it?" Harris gulped down nervously before rubbing his hands. Leo took a clear note of everything that the man before him was doing. "Actually..." Harris began, still hesitating, "We caught them yesterday, but all of the men we apprehended are dead. They have committed suicide." Leo's eyes widened in shock. "What? How is that possible?" Harris sighed, rubbing his temples, and walked ba
Author's point of view... An hour later, Leo found himself standing outside a dilapidated warehouse. The area was deserted, adding to the eerie atmosphere. He pushed open the creaky door and stepped inside. The interior was dimly lit by a few scattered overhead lights, casting long shadows. Though a bit creepy, the place didn't give Leo any sense of insecurity. He walked in carefully, without making any noise. After reaching the middle of what felt like a workshop of the warehouse, Leo paused, hearing some muffled sounds. "Mr. Connard...?," a voice called out from the shadows. Leo turned around instantly to see the source of the voice only to find an unclear structure of a man. Daniels slowly stepped forward, his expression tense. As the light fell on his face, Leo could now see him. Daniel was a man in his forties. A short yet fit man with a serious scar on his face. "Thanks for coming," Daniel added, gratefully. Leo nodded, acknowledging. "What’s this about?" Leo ask
Author's point of view... Leo’s smile faded as Jessica’s panicked voice crackled through the phone. He could hear her labored breathing, and it sent a chill down his spine. “Leo, you need to hide! Right now!” Jessica’s voice was frantic, almost desperate. “Jessica, what’s going on?” Leo’s heart began to race as he tried to make sense of her words. He’d never heard her like this before. “Leo, please just listen to me!” Jessica gasped, her voice trembling. “They—they’re coming for you. You need to get somewhere safe—” Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the phone, followed by Jessica’s scream. Leo’s blood ran cold. “Jessica!” he shouted, gripping his phone tightly. There was a brief scuffle, the sound of heavy footsteps, and then Jessica’s voice was abruptly cut off. Leo’s heart pounded in his chest, the silence on the other end of the line suffocating. He could barely breathe as he waited, hoping to hear Jessica’s voice again. But instead, a low, menacing chuckle fill
Author's point of view... Focusing on the shadows where the guards were stationed, Leo moved closely. The men were armed and alert, their eyes scanning the area, but they were unaware of the predators lurking just outside their line of sight. Leo nodded, his expression grim. He adjusted the night vision goggles over his eyes and took a deep breath. He could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins, but he forced himself to stay calm. This was it, no room for mistakes. Silently, the two men split up. Leo moved like a shadow, his footsteps silent against the ground. He approached the first guard from behind, his movements swift and precise. With a single, fluid motion, he wrapped his arm around the guard’s neck and squeezed, cutting off the man’s air supply until he slumped unconscious to the ground. Daniel, on the other side, took down another guard with a well-placed strike to the temple. The man crumpled without a sound. They worked their way around the perimeter, system
Author's point of view... “Is that all you’ve got?” Marcus taunted, his voice filled with contempt. Leo’s vision began to blur, but he forced himself to stay conscious. He reached for the one weapon Daniel had given him, a small, sharp blade hidden in his sleeve. With a swift motion, he drove the blade into Marcus’s arm, causing the giant to roar in pain and drop him. Leo hit the ground, gasping for breath, but he didn’t waste a second. He scrambled to his feet, ready to strike again. Before Marcus could recover, Daniel, who had regained his footing, attacked from behind, distracting him and Leo acted quickly, delivering a powerful blow to the back of Marcus’s head. The impact was enough to send Marcus crashing to the floor, momentarily dazed. They both hit that man again and again until he was momentarily out of breath. Leo didn’t hesitate. He rushed to Jessica’s side, cutting through the ropes that bound her. She collapsed into his arms, too weak to stand on her own. “
Author's point of view... As Daniel's car pulled up to the gated community where Leo's villa was, the tension of the past few hours began to ease, replaced by an overwhelming exhaustion. The night had been harrowing, and all Leo could think about was getting Jessica somewhere to tend to her wounds, a safe place where she could rest and recover. Daniel turned off the engine and glanced back at Leo and Jessica, who were leaning against Leo, her eyes half-closed. "You two need anything else?" he asked, his voice quiet, not wanting to disturb the fragile calm that had settled over them. Leo shook his head. "No, we're good. Thanks for everything, Daniel. I owe you." Daniel waved off the gratitude with a small smile. "I would love to keep in touch with you. Just take care of her, Mr. Connard. She’s been through a lot." Leo nodded, then gently shifted Jessica in his arms. She stirred, wincing slightly as her injuries made themselves known, but Leo’s touch was soothing. He ca
Author's point of view... For a heartbeat, no one moved. Then, Helen let out a sob and rushed forward, throwing her arms around Renard. Leo stepped back, giving his parents the space they needed as they clung to each other, the years of pain and separation melting away in their embrace. Slowly hugging his girlfriend, Leo indulged in the delicacy of reunion. Leo watched them, his own emotions threatening to overwhelm him. He had dreamed of this moment for so long, and now that it was here, he felt a profound sense of peace. His family was finally whole again. Helen's eyes were still moist with tears as she held onto Renard's hand, her fingers trembling slightly from the overwhelming emotion. She couldn't believe that she was seeing her husband after nearly twenty years. After taking in the surprise slowly, she turned to Leo and Jessica, gratitude evident in her gaze, though she was still unaware of Leo's true identity. For her, they were her saviors. "Thank you both," He
Author's point of view... Though he didn't look frightening, Jessica took a step backward. Leo was busy on his phone, talking to Daniel about the case. He didn't notice anything behind him. The beggar snatched the food from her hands but then paused. Jessica wasn't brothered at all, instead, she wanted to help that beggar by lending him some more money. Then suddenly the stopped and was mumbling something to himself. "Th...thank ...y...you..." Slowly, he raised his head, and for the first time, Jessica got a good look at his face. His eyes were sunken, his skin weathered, and his hair matted with dirt, but there was something familiar about him that she couldn’t quite place. As he looked at her, a faint glimmer of recognition flickered in her eyes. Jessica was dumbfounded. Was that man...!! Was that him? “Thank you, young lady,” the man mumbled, his voice raspy with exhaustion. “Thank you so much for the food. My son is still waiting for me. He must be so hung
Author's point of view... That day, Leo felt so uncomfortable even to spend another second there, wasting time. After grabbing something to eat, Leo and Jessica arrived at the NGO with a sense of urgency, the weight of their mission pressing down on them. The place was quiet, with only a few staff members moving about. They immediately recognized Jessica as she was a volunteer there. Jessica led the way, her mind racing with memories from years ago. They were here to search through the records, hoping to find any information about the man she had encountered during a medical camp—a man she now knew was Leo's father, Renard Edward Connard, her Aunt's husband. When asked, the staff told her that those records might be destroyed as if had been so long. But Jessica insisted on checking them. They poi red towards a shabby room. The records room was tucked away in a corner of the building, a small, dusty space filled with rows of old files and boxes stacked high. Jessica hesit
Author's point of view... The first light of dawn crept into the room, casting a soft glow over the sleeping figure on the bed. Jessica stirred, blinking her eyes open as she adjusted to the early morning light. She stretched, feeling the cool air against her skin, and realized with a start that Leo wasn’t anywhere in the room. Panic gripped her momentarily as the memories of the previous day's events came flooding back. Leo had returned late, his mind elsewhere, burdened with a weight he couldn’t fully comprehend. He hadn’t come to the room after that. Where is he? Worried, Jessica slipped out from under the covers and rushed out of the bed to looked around. As she padded towards the terrace, she didn't find any trace of him, there either. Her breath caught in her throat as she stepped outside. Did he go somewhere?Did something happen again? Jessica recalled everything, how Leo seemed to be worried last night and she panicked at the thought of something going wrong wit
Author's point of view... Leo was puzzled. He couldn't understand what mystery this was. Should he laugh or cry? Mr. Renard Connard read the father's name again, then shifted his gaze towards the column of his mother's name, Helen Connard...! Helen was his birth mother?? He flipped over the photograph to see the faces of his parents once again, more clearly. However, just as he took it out again, the shocking resemblance took him aback. Tears filled his eyes again. "This...!!" He quickly reached for the other paper, pulling out the letter with trembling fingers. His heart pounded as he unfolded it, recognizing the worn edges of a note written in haste. As his eyes darted across the page, the truth hit him like a punch to the gut. It was a letter from his father. *Renard Edward Connard.* Leo’s knees nearly buckled as he read, the weight of the words sinking into him like an anchor. The letter explained everything—how his father had left him at the orphanage when he wa
Author's point of view...The envelope was empty...! Leo snuck his fingers into it and checked it again and again. A surge of frustration shot through him. He clenched his fist, trying to contain the anger bubbling beneath the surface. How could the system betray him like this? He had done everything and sacrificed so much, only to be left with nothing. Jessica, sensing his distress, placed a hand on his arm. “Leo? What’s wrong?” Leo pulled himself back immediately, he can't let her worry. He forced a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “It’s nothing,” he lied, his voice tight. “Just... something which I didn't expect.” Jessica frowned, but she didn’t press further. She could feel the tension radiating from him and knew better than to pry. Instead, she stood by his side, offering silent support as Leo grappled with the storm of emotions inside him.Leo felt cheated, betrayed but he didn't let it show on his face. At least, he can't tell this to anyone. Controlling himself w
Author's point of view... Leo and Jessica walked side by side down the quiet street, the Connard estate fading behind them. They took a taxi back to the city. Daniel had taken care of everything about his restaurant. After giving up on all those luxuries that the system had provided him, the only thing that Leo had now was his restaurant, as the system believed that it was solely his hard work. And he deserved it. The villa he bought was under the name of Connard estates and so he had to leave it behind. Now, Leo was back in his small shabby room on the terrace of the restaurant. When they reached their restaurant, its closed doors greeted them with an eerie silence, offering a rare moment of privacy. The employees were all tired after the chaos that they had suffered, and because of this, Leo had given them all a few day's leave. Everybody needs some time for themselves, including him. As they stepped Inside, the space felt strangely peaceful, as though it, too, had b
Author's point of view... Helen stood tall, but her strength was faltering. She had just witnessed everything. The boy she raised as her son wanted to kill her. The weight of everything, the betrayal, the revelations, the heartbreak, seemed to crash down on her all at once. Her breath became shallow, her body swaying on weakened legs. Before anyone else could react, Leo rushed forward, catching her just as her body began to give way. "Ma'am, be careful...!" The moment his hands touched her, an electric jolt seemed to pass through Helen. She blinked in daze, looking up at Leo as if seeing him in a new light. His steady, concerned gaze met hers, and for a fleeting second, she thought of her son, her real son, the boy she had lost so long ago. He would be around Leo’s age now. How different things might have been had he lived. Leo gently eased her into a chair, his touch careful, almost reverent. His presence brought her a small measure of comfort, a warmth she hadn’t felt i
Author's point of view... The gun in Alvin's hand dropped as he saw Helen standing before him. Helen stepped forward, her eyes scanning the room, filled with sorrow and disappointment. “I never thought my own family would betray me,” she said, her voice soft yet firm, carrying the weight of a truth long hidden. Leo and Jessica exchanged glances before stepping forward at Helen’s call. They approached her, and she placed a gentle hand on each of them, her grip weak but meaningful. “If not for them,” Helen continued, her gaze settling on Alvin, “I would have died long ago in that accident.” Her voice cracked, but she held her composure. “Jessica, Leo, they were the only ones who stood by me. Jessica, at my request, carried out this entire plan so we could unearth the truth about the accident. And now, it’s clear… it was my own family behind it, the son I raised...” her eyes filled with tears. It was true that she wanted to find her lost son but she never treated Alvin as