Silent Circle: The Vow of an Heir

Chapter 14: The Trail of Darkness

Darian wrote down the name "Buaya." He realized that he was still far from the peak of the organization, but he had gained an important clue.

He needed to find Buaya, interrogate him, and gather more information about the network. He knew that Buaya must have information about higher levels of the organization. He hoped to find a hint about The Wanderers of Darkness Sect.

Before leaving the warehouse, Darian gave a final warning to the thugs still sprawled on the floor. With a sharp, piercing gaze, he said, "Never interfere with Mbok Darmi again. If you want to keep your lives, make sure I never see you near her stall again." Darian's threat was implied with an aura of power that could not be ignored. The thugs nodded in fear, not daring to argue.

As Darian exited the warehouse, his phone rang. He saw a message from Dr. Anita. The message contained information that the woman he had saved from the car accident wanted to meet him.

Dr. Anita explained that the woman had recovered and wanted to thank Darian personally for his heroic actions. She also wanted to know Darian's identity.

Darian felt a bit hesitant. He wasn’t used to receiving attention or gratitude from others. However, he felt responsible for the woman’s safety. He decided to meet her, as well as to find out more about the accident. His instincts told him that there was more to the accident than just a simple crash.

Darian returned to the warehouse, causing the thugs still lying on the floor to panic once more. They cowered, trying to protect themselves from Darian’s sharp gaze. However, Darian did not attack them again. Instead, he selected one thug who seemed the least injured and still able to stand.

“Listen carefully,” Darian said, his voice calm yet firm. “I need your help. Take me to the Central Hospital. Afterwards, give me the information I want, or you’ll regret it.”

The thug trembled in fear but dared not refuse. He knew that resisting Darian was a death sentence. With shaky steps, he guided Darian out of the warehouse and toward the Central Hospital. Throughout the journey, Darian kept an eye on him, ensuring the thug didn’t attempt to escape or do anything suspicious.

Upon arriving at the Central Hospital, Darian did not ask the thug to wait outside. After giving clear instructions on Buaya’s location, he sent the thug away. Darian then rushed to the information desk to find Dr. Anita.

He found Dr. Anita speaking with a nurse. She seemed surprised but happy to see Darian. There was no awkwardness between them as if they had known each other for a long time.

“Darian! It’s so good to see you again,” Dr. Anita greeted him warmly. “I’ve informed the patient of your arrival. She’s eager to meet you.”

“She seems curious and interested in you,” Dr. Anita added with a teasing smile.

Dr. Anita then led Darian to the treatment room. The woman he had saved was lying in bed, her face pale but much better. Her name was Yara, a talented CEO. She looked weak, but her eyes shone with gratitude.

“Mr. Darian… Thank you,” Yara whispered, her voice still a little weak. “You saved my life.”

Dr. Anita smiled, then excused herself, leaving Darian and Yara alone in the room. She knew Yara wanted to thank Darian directly for his heroic act. She also wanted to learn more about the mysterious man who had saved her life. The atmosphere in the luxurious VIP room was warm and comfortable, with no awkwardness between the two.

The room itself was spacious and elegant, with large windows offering a view of the sparkling city of Javaris City. Sophisticated medical equipment was neatly arranged in the corners, yet it didn’t disrupt the luxurious and cosy ambience. The room was filled with the scent of fresh flowers and soothing aromatherapy.

Darian and Yara began talking. Yara, still pale but graceful, expressed her thanks again to Darian. She told him about the accident but did not mention her job as the CEO of a multinational company. She only referred to herself as an artist, which confused Darian a bit.

He felt that there was something Yara was hiding, but he didn’t want to ask her directly. There was something intriguing about Yara, a strong and resilient woman despite the terrifying accident she had endured.

Yara, in turn, was curious and somewhat drawn to Darian. He seemed simple, yet there was a mysterious aura around him. She wondered what made him so brave and tough. Their conversation flowed smoothly, building an unexpected connection. Both were intrigued by each other.

Yara was fascinated by the calmness and hidden strength she sensed in Darian, while Darian felt that there was something Yara wasn’t revealing behind her smile and gratitude. A brief silence filled the room before Darian finally gathered the courage to ask.

“About the accident,” Darian began, his voice soft but investigative. “I found you unconscious, but not after the crash. You were already unconscious before the accident. What happened, Yara?”

Yara paused for a moment. She stared at Darian, trying to read his thoughts. She realized that Darian wasn’t an ordinary person. There was something different about him, something that allowed him to see beyond what was visible.

Yara sighed and then began to tell her story. “Actually,” she said, her voice trembling slightly, “I’m not an artist. That night, I met with a few clients for dinner and discussed some business matters. I felt a little dizzy after dinner, but I ignored it.

Once I was in the car, my head started to feel heavier and my vision blurred, and then… everything went black. I don’t remember anything until I woke up in this hospital.”

Yara fell silent, waiting for Darian’s reaction. She was still hesitant to tell him everything, especially about her job as a CEO of a multinational company. She was afraid Darian might judge her or look at her differently. However, she felt comfortable telling him. There was something about Darian that made her trust him.

Darian nodded, processing Yara’s story. He sensed something was off. While Yara claimed she felt dizzy, that dizziness didn’t fully explain her sudden loss of consciousness before the accident. His instincts, as someone trained in martial arts with supernatural abilities, told him that there was more to the story than just dizziness.

“I have some knowledge of traditional medicine,” Darian said, his voice calm but serious. “I did a thorough physical examination, checking your pulse, and blood pressure, and observing your skin, eyes, and tongue. I found traces of narcotics in your system… Did you take any illegal substances?”