2025-03-14 22:17:12
Previous Chapter
Related Chapters
The Fugitive's Touch CHAPTER 18 : OPENING THE CLINIC
CHAPTER 18 : OPENING THE CLINICThat morning, the sun over Crex City cast a warm glow on the newly renovated clinic. The clock on the wall struck exactly eight when Roy stepped inside. Today was a significant day. After weeks of preparation, the clinic was finally ready to open. Despite the importance of the occasion, Roy had no desire for an extravagant celebration. He opted for a simple gathering, attended only by those he trusted. Lukas, William, Ruben, and his closest subordinates—Bing, Rinos, Gora, and Elena—had all assembled in the clinic’s main hall. Bing stood in the corner, ensuring all the medical equipment was in proper working order. Rinos was at the computer, double-checking the administrative system. Meanwhile, Elena busied herself organizing documents at the reception desk, occasionally flashing a polite smile at arriving guests. Roy wore a casual yet refined look—a dark blue button-up shirt with slightly rolled-up sleeves and black trousers. His face, composed an
The Fugitive's Touch CHAPTER 19 : CAFÉ PREPARATIONS
CHAPTER 19 : CAFÉ PREPARATIONS That morning, Villa 7 Bukit Raung buzzed with an unusual level of activity. Roy sat in the living room, listening to Rinos deliver his report with a serious expression. Beside him, Bing was engrossed in his laptop, diligently noting down key details. “Boss, we’ve secured a prime location for the café,” Rinos began. “It’s strategically placed near office buildings and several schools.” Roy nodded slightly. “How much is the rent?” “Five thousand dollars per year. The owner is an elderly man who can no longer manage the place. He agreed to lease it to us without much hassle,” Rinos explained. Roy tapped his fingers on the table thoughtfully before making a decision. “Finalize the deal. You and I will go there to sign the contract.” Without delay, Roy and Rinos set off to inspect the location. The property was a two-story building with a spacious front yard, large enough to accommodate parking. The structure itself was still sturdy, though th
The Fugitive's Touch CHAPTER 20 : PREPARATION FOR THE CAFE OPENING
CHAPTER 20 : PREPARATION FOR THE CAFE OPENING Villa No. 7 in Bukit Raung was bathed in the dim glow of soft lights, casting long shadows against the walls. Inside the main room, Roy sat in his chair, eyes fixed on the computer screen displaying surveillance footage. Beside him, Rinos typed rapidly on the keyboard, zooming in on a figure standing outside their café the previous night. The person's face was obscured by a mask, but their gaze was sharp, as if meticulously observing something. “How long was he there?” Roy asked without looking away from the screen. “About an hour,” Rinos replied. “He didn’t do anything—just stood there watching from a distance. The moment he realized he was being monitored, he left.” Roy tapped his fingers against the desk, lost in thought. This wasn’t the first time someone had been keeping an eye on them. In the past week alone, they had detected at least two suspicious figures lurking near both the clinic and the café. From the corner of th
The Fugitive's Touch CHAPTER 21 : GRAND OPENING OF THE CAFÉ
CHAPTER 21 : GRAND OPENING OF THE CAFÉThe hanging lights in TFT Café shimmered softly that night, casting a warm and elegant glow. Outside, the café’s sign gleamed brightly, marking the official launch of this new venture. Guests began to arrive, some of whom were well-known entrepreneurs in Crex City—connections of William and Ruben. Inside, Roy stood near the VIP table, dressed in casual yet sophisticated attire. His disguised face, with a sharp jawline and neatly tied long hair, exuded an air of confidence and mystery. The synthetic latex he wore concealed his true appearance almost perfectly. Bing, Gora, and the others moved swiftly, seamlessly blending in as professional staff. In one corner, Elena was engaged in a lively conversation with Lukas, occasionally flashing a warm smile. Meanwhile, William and Ruben sat at the main table, accompanied by several business associates. “Roy,” William’s deep, authoritative voice called. Roy stepped closer, lowering his head slightl
The Fugitive's Touch CHAPTER 22 : SECRET AFFAIR
CHAPTER 22 : SECRET AFFAIR The clock had struck ten at night when Roy led the masked man into a private room on the second floor of TFT Café. The door shut firmly behind them, sealing the space off from the lively celebration downstairs. Roy's sharp gaze locked onto the man before him. "I've been wanting to meet you for a long time," Vandrick broke the silence. Roy remained silent, scrutinizing him carefully. Vandrick appeared thinner than the last time he had seen him in prison. There were shadows of exhaustion on his face, but his eyes still burned with the same fierce determination. "I know who you really are, Del Rey," Vandrick continued without hesitation. "I know you're using the name Roy Farlane now, and I know you’re innocent." Roy didn't flinch. The statement wasn’t surprising. If Vandrick was truly a competent detective, he should have been able to piece the puzzle together by now. "I'm not going to ask how you reached that conclusion," Roy finally spoke. "What I
The Fugitive's Touch CHAPTER 23 : STRANGE PUNISHMENT
CHAPTER 23 : STRANGE PUNISHMENTThe clock on the wall struck ten at night. The air around Villa 7 in Bukit Raung was cold, but the atmosphere in the first-floor living room remained warm with conversation. Most of Roy’s men had retired to their rooms, leaving only Roy and Gora seated across from each other on the black leather sofa. Gora lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply before exhaling a thin stream of smoke into the air. His sharp gaze locked onto Roy, who sat calmly before him. "I'm still curious about Vandrick," Gora finally spoke, his voice deep and serious. "You still haven't told me what he really wants from you." Roy remained silent for a moment, carefully choosing his words. He had expected Gora to bring this up again. Vandrick had appeared in an enigmatic manner, speaking to Roy privately in the upstairs room of the TFT Café. Now, Gora clearly felt excluded from something important. "I know you're curious," Roy said softly. "But there are some things I can't share yet
The Fugitive's Touch CHAPTER 24 : STRANGE MYSTERY
CHAPTER 24 : STRANGE MYSTERY The air inside Cave 45 was damp and cold. The flickering torches placed in several corners provided little warmth, yet enough to make the place feel less unwelcoming than before. Roy leaned against the stone wall, his gaze fixed on the wavering flames, disturbed by the faint gusts of wind seeping through the cracks in the rocks. Across from him, Vandrick pulled out two cans of instant coffee from his small backpack, tossing one toward Roy. "Drink up," Vandrick said casually. "Not the best coffee, but it should keep us company for the night." Roy caught the can with one hand, cracked it open, and took a deep swig without hesitation. The bitterness spread across his tongue, offering a small comfort against the cave’s chill. Vandrick, meanwhile, lit a cigarette. Leaning against a large rock, he inhaled deeply before releasing a slow stream of smoke into the air. "You know," he began, his voice taking on a more serious tone, "the deeper I dig into
The Fugitive's Touch CHAPTER 25 : EXPLANATION
CHAPTER 25 : EXPLANATION That morning, the gentle sunlight filtered through the large windows of Villa No. 7 on Bukit Raung. The crisp mountain air slipped into the room, blending with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee made by Bram. Roy sat on the long sofa in the living room, surrounded by his ten loyal men. They were all ready to start the day, dressed casually, their faces disguised by the skilled hands of Bing. On the glass table before them, several neatly stacked documents detailed the schedules for their clinic and café operations. Rinos typed swiftly on his laptop, ensuring all financial data remained secure. Meanwhile, Gerald—known as Gora—leaned back in his chair, his muscular arms folded across his chest. Roy lifted his gaze, scanning each of them before finally speaking. “Before we head out to the clinic and café, there’s something I need to tell you.” Everyone turned toward him, their attention fully locked onto his words. “I want you all to know about som
Latest Chapter
CHAPTER 62 : GROWING FAME
CHAPTER 62 : GROWING FAMEThe sky over Crex that afternoon was pale, yet the heat was unrelenting. The digital clock on the wall of TFT Clinic showed 14:10 as Roy Farlande closed his medical logbook. His clinic hadn’t seen a quiet day in the past two months. The name Roy Farlande—the young, handsome, and brilliant doctor—was now the talk of the town among the residents of central and western Crex.From the outside, he appeared to be a reserved young man with a cold expression. But Roy’s charisma radiated from the way he walked confidently, spoke calmly, and cast piercing gazes that seemed to read minds. His long hair, always neatly tied, gave him a distinguished and eccentric air. Many female patients secretly hoped their ailments wouldn’t heal too quickly, just for a chance to see him again.Yet Roy cared nothing for any of that. His days were not spent seeking praise, but healing and protecting. Even so, fame came with consequences—it drew attention, and with it, enemies.—A light
CHAPTER 61 : RAPID GROWTH
CHAPTER 61 : RAPID GROWTHThe afternoon in Crex City felt slightly warmer than usual. The sun shone brightly overhead, piercing through the gaps in the shade trees lining the road to the TFT clinic. The once ordinary three-storey building had now transformed into one of the city's new icons. The name TFT Clinic was boldly displayed on a large signboard framed with elegant wood. A garden at the centre of the building added a verdant touch, as if welcoming visitors with a breeze of fresh air and the faint, calming scent of herbs.Inside the clinic, the atmosphere was anything but calm. Since seven in the morning, the queue of patients had shown no sign of dwindling. Several nurses and medical staff clad in deep green uniforms were busily directing patients to their respective consultation rooms. Florin, a petite twenty-one-year-old now serving as the lead receptionist, moved deftly as she recorded patient data, occasionally offering a polite smile. Elsewhere, Yolanda, with her trademark
CHAPTER 60 : SIDE EFFECTS
CHAPTER 60 : SIDE EFFECTSThe digital clock on the bedside table in Villa Buenos read eight minutes past midnight. A gentle night breeze drifted through the balcony window, fluttering the ends of the white curtain. Roy had just straightened his blanket. His long hair fell over his shoulders, framing the strikingly handsome face of a young man with cold, defined features. He was about to lie down on the plush mattress covered in crisp white linen when his head suddenly began to buzz.Roy frowned. His hand instinctively reached for his left temple. A sharp pain emerged—like thousands of tiny needles gnawing at the inside of his skull. At first, he thought it was mere fatigue, but the more he tried to ignore it, the more intense it became.“Arrgh…” he groaned softly.Roy sat back down on the edge of the bed. His breathing grew laboured. The soft hum of the air conditioner stood in stark contrast to the chaos erupting inside his mind. Within seconds, his thoughts were flooded by fragments
CHAPTER 59 : TONIGHT’S TROUBLE, SAFE
CHAPTER 59 : TONIGHT’S TROUBLE, SAFEThe clock struck nine when Roy finally handed his car keys to Winny. The streetlights of Crex illuminated her long hair, shimmering like silk, and her pale skin stood in striking contrast to the casual red dress that hugged her slender figure. Roy said little—only a brief nod to signal that she should take the car home."Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you back to the villa?" Winny asked, glancing at him with a hint of hesitation.Roy shook his head. “I’ll go with Ruben. He needs a driver now.”Winny didn’t argue. She knew Roy wasn’t one to explain himself. Without another word, she slipped into Roy’s black Pagani and cruised calmly through the city streets. Meanwhile, Roy walked toward a black SUV parked not far away, where Ruben sat in the front passenger seat, his arm wrapped in a bandage. Though still pale, his condition had improved since earlier that evening.Ruben’s five bodyguards had been taken to hospital with serious injuries aft
CHAPTER 58 : THE VICIOUS DINNER
CHAPTER 58 : THE VICIOUS DINNERGalaxy Restaurant was known as the luxurious dining spot for Crex City's elite. Its interior boasted a classic design, with crystal chandeliers hanging from high ceilings. The polished white marble floor reflected the silhouettes of well-dressed patrons gliding about in style. But tonight, in the northernmost VIP room, more than fine dining and business talks were on the menu.Roy and Winny were still hiding near the VIP room, where Ruben was located. Five of Ruben’s bodyguards stood tensely in front of the VIP entrance, directly across from two of Bianca’s guards.“Rinos,” Roy spoke softly but firmly. “There are three snipers on the rooftop. Get the boys to handle them. Bing, you and Gerald take position and eliminate them before seven-oh-five.”“Copy that, Boss,” Rinos replied through the direct comms.Bing, wearing a new facial mask complete with a fake beard and a fabricated scar on his left cheek, turned to Gerald, who was already prepared with a b
CHAPTER 57 : DINNER INVITATION FROM BIANCA
CHAPTER 57 : DINNER INVITATION FROM BIANCAGalaxy Restaurant was bustling tonight. Situated in the heart of Crex's elite district, it occupied the 20th floor of a tall glass building that offered sweeping views of the city from above. The glow of streetlights below, combined with the soft flicker of candles on each table, added a luxurious and romantic feel to the place. But tonight, that atmosphere felt oddly misplaced to Roy.Roy sat calmly in a corner of the restaurant, facing Winny, who looked stunning in an elegant red gown with subtle makeup. Her long hair was neatly coiled, leaving a few strands cascading along her cheek. Around them, guests came and went. None of them knew the young couple were, in fact, infiltrators.Roy wore a dark suit and a grey tie. His sharp features were hidden beneath a synthetic latex mask crafted by Bing, concealing his true identity. From his seat, Roy had a clear view of the restaurant’s entrance. He wasn’t here for a romantic dinner. He was here o
CHAPTER 56 : VANDRICK'S VISIT
CHAPTER 56 : VANDRICK'S VISITThe clock had struck ten at night when the alarm at the front door of the Buenos villa let out a brief chime. The approaching footsteps were barely audible—except to someone highly trained. Roy was sitting on the second-floor balcony, facing a calm little lake, letting the night breeze tousle his long hair. His chiseled face remained stoic, but his sharp eyes moved quickly to the small screen in his left hand displaying the feed from the surveillance cameras.A silhouette of a man in a long coat and round hat passed swiftly across the screen. Roy recognised him instantly.He descended from the balcony in silence, his steps nearly soundless against the wooden stairs leading to the ground floor. Without needing to command the security system, he unlocked the door using a secret code and allowed his late-night visitor to enter.“Long time no see, Vandrick,” said Roy softly, his tone nearly flat.Vandrick Holt stepped in quickly, shutting the door behind him
CHAPTER 55 : BUYING A NEW VILLA
CHAPTER 55 : BUYING A NEW VILLAAt ten in the morning, the atmosphere inside the Sales Office of Villa Buenos was calm and professional. The building stood majestically in the heart of Crex’s elite real estate district. Glass walls and gleaming marble floors reflected the opulence of the place. Inside, staff members dressed impeccably, busy attending to high-profile clients—businesspeople, celebrities, and the extraordinarily wealthy.Roy Farlaine walked in with a composed air. His appearance was unmistakable—long hair neatly flowing, his handsome face expressionless yet elegant, and his attire simple but spotless. He wore a light grey shirt with black trousers—formal enough for business dealings, yet comfortably modest. In his hand, he carried a slim folder containing important documents and a digital transfer receipt from his personal account.As Roy entered the main hall, a woman with her hair in a chignon greeted him with a stiff smile.“Good morning. How may I assist you?” she as
CHAPTER 54 : CLINIC, RESTORED
CHAPTER 54 : CLINIC, RESTOREDAt ten in the morning, sunlight bathed the front yard of the TFT Clinic, now looking grand with its three sturdy floors. The building stood elegantly with a cream-white façade, large glass windows, and a small garden nestled at its centre. A calm atmosphere enveloped the clinic grounds, a stark contrast to the wreckage caused just days prior by the brutal attack from Hory and his gang.Roy stood in front of the main entrance, silently admiring the result of his team’s hard work. Dressed in a simple casual outfit and his synthetic facial mask—sharp and handsome—he looked imposing. Standing beside him were Bing, Rinos, and Elena. Elena wore a crisp white coat and a knee-length skirt. Her long hair was half-tied, revealing her lovely and spirited face.“Elena, what do you think of the new building?” Roy asked, eyes still on the structure.“It’s beautiful… far beyond what I expected. It feels like working in a high-end private hospital,” Elena replied with a
