Roger approached Andrew, sitting next to him while lighting a cigarette. Meanwhile, Andrew continued to glare at William's guy."Do you want to smoke?" Roger offered the cigarette to Andrew."No, I want answers about William. That would be more calming than the nicotine in your cigarette," Andrew replied.Roger smiled and took a satisfying drag from the cigarette. Puffs of smoke escaped the firm-jawed man's mouth. Andrew observed him carefully; his eyes fixated on the lips that he hoped would soon explain William."Just tell me, whoever you are. Am I also going to be killed soon? At the very least, I want to know the secret plans of William. I don't want to die wondering because everything that has happened is clearly connected. Perhaps it was all planned since we met on that street.""You won't die, Mr. Andrew. Who would dare to kill you? Mr. William is aware of this issue. He instructed me to eliminate Steve. He will die soon, and anyone who touches you won't survive, Mr. Andrew. Ev
Roger immediately took Andrew out of the building and headed towards the black sedan parked near the iron trash bin. Andrew looked around and asked, "Where's Orlando?"Roger didn't answer the question but quickened his pace towards the ready-to-depart car. A man near the car immediately opened the door as Roger and Andrew approached.Andrew was positioned in the back seat, where Erica was already waiting for him. Erica gave her older brother a warm, sorrowful hug. "I was so worried about your safety, Andrew!"Tears dampened Andrew's shoulder as he looked at his healed younger brother's face, bringing him some relief. Furthermore, Erica wore a black jacket covering her exposed chest from the dress. At least Roger's gang treated Erica with decency.The car quickly departed once Roger got in. Andrew immediately asked the same question, "Where's Orlando? Why isn't he in the room anymore? Have you secured him?""Yes, you don't need to worry, Mr. Andrew. I will inform you about Orlando's fa
A black car arrived at a small house on the city's outskirts, its headlights dimmed. The house appeared shabby and uninhabitable, with tall grass and scattered trash. Roger's cold face emerged from the car; he wore black sunglasses and a matching hat. He swiftly walked into the house. The early morning silence created an eerie atmosphere surrounding the house.Roger entered through the back door, and the car that brought him was parked under a large tree next to the house. The tree was so big that the sedan was barely visible from the front."Mr. Roger!" Two men, wearing tank tops and engrossed in their phones on a sofa, immediately stood up and lowered their heads as Roger entered."Where is he?" Roger looked around the dimly lit room."He's in the bedroom, Mr. Roger."One of the men pointed to a room nearby. Roger quickly walked towards the room.As the door opened, a man, Orlando, was seen sleeping on a bed. Roger slammed the bedroom door, startling Orlando."Shit! What are you doi
"Andrew! Andrew!"Erica's shouts and knocks on the door woke Andrew up. Andrew, who had fallen asleep on the desk, felt an immense pain in his head. He had been unable to sleep soundly all night, thinking about ways to cure William as soon as possible.The guidebook he found became a witness to how he repeatedly studied and read the section titled "The Cure One.""Andrew! Aren't you awake yet? There's important news!" Erica continued to insist."Comin'!" Andrew grumbled and reluctantly made his way to the door. His face was furrowed, annoyed at being woken up from his mere two-hour sleep. "What do you want, Erica?!""Sorry if I'm disturbing you; I thought you were already awake. There's something I want to show you."Erica handed her phone to Andrew, showing a video clarification from Smith, Orlando's father, on one of the news portal pages.Andrew's eyes widened immediately, and he took his sister's phone. His hands quickly played the video."Good morning, everyone. I, Gerard Smith,
A brand new shiny car was parked in front of William's mansion. An elderly man, none other than Smith, stepped out of the car wearing a gray suit. His eyes were covered with dark sunglasses, and although his gaze was unseen and his facial expression was flat, anyone who saw Smith could tell that he was nervous and restless. He swallowed his saliva twice, and even when William's guard approached him and asked him to enter the house, Smith did it again."Mr. Andrew and Mr. William are waiting for you, Sir. Please follow me."William followed the fierce-looking man's steps. This afternoon's meeting was the result of a mutual agreement. He couldn't refuse the phone call from William asking him to come.Smith considered himself careless for suggesting a public video clarification with Andrew."I should have just called Andrew and invited him to meet privately. I'm such a fool," he murmured to himself.Andrew immediately rose from his chair when his ears caught the sound of the door opening
"Forgive me, Mr. Smith; I've tried to help you, but... I hope you understand what's happening. Mr. William is a stern person; he wants his desires fulfilled. I couldn't do anything; I must admit; he's the one who saved me from the chaos caused by Orlando."Smith appeared to hold back his tears, and disappointment was evident in his eyes when he heard Orlando's name mentioned by Andrew.Smith embraced Andrew. Their meeting in Andrew's room was quite warm, and Andrew's sympathy for Smith grew stronger."If only I had been wiser, things wouldn't have gone this far. I deeply regret it, Andrew. I know you're a very good person; how could you have committed the crimes Orlando accused you of?"The 63-year-old man's sobbing only made Andrew feel more guilty for William's actions.Andrew then tried to give Smith a little strength to calm him down. He gently rubbed Smith's back, and a ray of light emerged from between his fingers and entered the middle-aged man's body.Smith's crying subsided;
Two cars were parked in front of an empty house on the city's outskirts. Smith stepped out with three of his men, holding a brown suitcase in his hand. His face appeared resigned, as the moment to relinquish his company drew closer. His steps seemed weak as he ascended the stairs of the large house, which looked like a haunted mansion."Sir, why must we meet in a place like this? Wouldn't it be better to suggest they meet us at the company?" one of Smith's men protested. Smith glanced at his men and said, "Shut up! Don't talk too much. We just need to deliver this file and leave. Remember, we're dealing with William. Say the wrong thing, and you could end up dead!"The three men behind Smith shuddered in horror. In truth, Smith had initially proposed to hold the meeting at his own house. However, William had refused and designated this empty house as the location for the transaction to receive the company's documents. Smith had briefly considered involving the police but quickly dismi
Similar to what has happened before, the tips of William's fingers were initially black and now began to fade. He stared sharply at Andrew and embraced the young man's neck, saying, "Can you do it now? I feel that my body is becoming more difficult to cooperate with.""I don't think I can do it yet. I--""How much longer do you need, Andrew?! It's the third day you're here. Could you still haven't found a way to heal me?!"William growled in front of Andrew; even his hand gripped Andrew's neck quite tightly. Veins were visible on his face as William showed immense anger.Andrew reached for William's hand and removed it from his neck. "There was no time agreement between us. Since I arrived here, our agreement was solely to heal you, Mr. William. I've been trying my best to quickly learn and utilize my powers, including now, to heal you quickly. Isn't that enough? My powers have to be completely perfected so that I can--""Shut up!"William pushed Andrew's body, causing Andrew to fall.