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The Fugitive's Touch 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
The Fugitive's Touch 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
The Fugitive's Touch 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
The Fugitive's Touch 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
The Fugitive's Touch 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
The Fugitive's Touch CHAPTER 1 : ACCUSATION
CHAPTER 1 : ACCUSATION The evening sky over Crex City was painted in shades of orange, gradually dimming into twilight. The streets were still bustling with people returning from work, including Del Rey. With slow steps, he walked along the sidewalk toward his home, carrying a plastic bag filled with groceries. His right hand still smelled of onions, a lingering scent from his duties as an assistant cook at the restaurant where he worked. Upon reaching the front of his house, Rey sensed something was off. Usually, the laughter of his younger sister, Sitha, or the chatter of his mother, Dania, could be heard from inside. But that evening, there was only silence. The front door was locked, and when Rey knocked, there was no response. "Why is it so quiet?" he muttered. He inserted his key and turned the knob. The door creaked open. The interior of the house felt darker than usual, even though the curtains were not fully drawn. Rey stepped inside, placed the plastic bag on the kit
The Fugitive's Touch CHAPTER 2 : VICTIM OF ABUSE
CHAPTER 2 : VICTIM OF ABUSE A week had passed since Rey first set foot in the prison cell. A week that felt like years to him. From the very first day, the other inmates gave him no time to breathe. He became an easy target, a victim for those who were stronger and more influential inside the prison. Every day, he was punched, kicked, and insulted for no apparent reason. Rey did not fight back, did not try to resist. He simply remained silent, accepting all the abuse without protest. What else could he do? His life was already destroyed. His entire family was dead, and he was accused of being the culprit. No one defended him. No one cared whether he was guilty or not. Every night, he sat in the corner of his cell, lost in the darkness. His father's, mother's, and siblings' faces kept appearing in his mind. He couldn't forget their expressions, their laughter, their voices. But now, they were all gone. Sometimes, he wished for death. If dying meant reuniting with his family
The Fugitive's Touch CHAPTER 3 : THE OLD MAN WHO BROUGHT THE SYSTEM
CHAPTER 3 : THE OLD MAN WHO BROUGHT THE SYSTEMThe night in the infirmary cell felt colder than usual. Silent. Only the occasional footsteps of the guards echoed from the hallway outside. Rey lay motionless, his body shackled to the bed. His eyes were half-open, but his gaze was empty. He was in a state between consciousness and a dream, caught between reality and illusion. His mind drifted. Sometimes, he saw glimpses of his family. Sometimes, he heard their faint voices. But it was nothing more than an illusion, a product of his deteriorating sanity. Then, something strange happened. A soft voice whispered nearby. "Wake up, young man." Rey blinked slowly, but his body was too weak to move. He thought it was just a voice in his head until he suddenly felt the presence of someone beside him. He opened his eyes a little wider. Under the dim light of the infirmary cell, an old man stood next to his bed. His clothes were all white, his hair and beard were long, and his face
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CHAPTER 62 : GROWING FAME
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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
