Wyatt’s expression tightened with concern as he leaned forward. “Lindsey, please,” he urged, his tone sharp. “It would help if you could tell us who sent you those photos.” Lindsey met his gaze, hesitating before shaking her head, her brows knitting together in a mix of confusion and caution. “I’ll tell you later. For now, it’s safer if I keep it to myself, especially since you look so eager to find out.” Leander’s frustration bubbled over, and he couldn’t hold back. “Lindsey,” he shot back, his voice hardening as he locked eyes with her. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll find out the truth myself if I have to.” Lindsey’s eyes slightly widened, but she remained firm, her silence saying a lot as the tension escalated. “Till that day comes, goodbye!” Leander stood up, his chair scraping against the floor as he pushed it back. The finality in his tone left no room for argument. Her face held a blend of regret, anger, and something unsaid as she watched him. Without uttering a single word
Leander sighed, clearly in a hurry. “I’m not interested in chatting right now,” he replied curtly. The man, sensing the urgency, persisted. “Please, I’m begging you. I need some advice, and I’ve heard you’re the best person to ask.” Leander stopped, his frustration wavering. He assessed the man’s earnest expression and decided to listen. “Fine, what’s this about?” The man explained his business struggles, detailing how he was on the brink of a major deal but lacked crucial guidance. Leander listened with a growing sense of empathy. After a moment, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his business card. “Here, take this. It’s my card and an exclusive pass to visit me at my office. We can discuss this further there, okay?” The man’s eyes lit up with gratitude. “Thank you so much, Mr. Goldstein! I really appreciate it.” Leander nodded curtly. “Just make sure you’re prepared. I don’t have time for casual talks.” With that, he turned and headed towards his car, the man watching
Sophia sat at the dining table, savoring the rich flavors of the meal. She laughed while chatting with the former female mayor of Etherium City, Mrs. Anderson, and a few close friends. “Wow, this roast is delicious,” Mrs. Anderson said, taking a bite. “You must share the recipe with me, Sophia.” “I’d be happy to,” Sophia replied, smiling. “It’s one of my favorites.” Laughter and conversation filled the room as they enjoyed their meal. The TV in the corner was tuned to a news channel, but it played softly in the background, barely noticed. Suddenly, the tone of the newscaster’s voice changed. “We have breaking news coming in. Reports and eyewitnesses are confirming the tragic incident that the son of the owner of Veritas Conglomerates, Leander Goldstein, has been shot dead at the train station. His body was taken by unknown gunmen before security could intervene.” Sophia’s fork froze mid-air. Her eyes widened in shock as she heard the news. The room seemed to spin around her. “No…
After about thirty minutes, Mrs. Anderson and her convoy arrived at the hospital where Sophia, Leander's mother, had been admitted. The atmosphere was tense as the vehicles rolled to a stop in the parking lot. Mrs. Anderson, ever composed despite the frustration inside her, stepped out of her Range Rover, adjusting her dress with a swift motion before striding purposefully towards the hospital entrance. As she entered the reception area, her sharp eyes scanned the surroundings. In the air, the scent of antiseptic mingled with whispered conversations and the steady beeping of medical devices. Mrs. Anderson’s heart tightened with worry as she approached the front desk. A nurse noticed her presence and quickly stepped forward. “How may I assist you, ma’am?” the nurse asked, her tone respectful, recognizing the former mayor immediately. “Sophia Goldstein,” Mrs. Anderson said briskly. “She was brought in not long ago. I need to know her condition.” The nurse nodded, quickly checking
The news of Leander's death shattered Brianna. She had been weeping bitterly since she heard the tragic news. She couldn’t believe the story that Leander had been shot while trying to save Camila. On the edge of her bed, she felt a mixture of grief and anger. She couldn’t help but think about their time together on campus—their outings, the fun they had, and even the day they argued about Leander wanting to buy Ethereum University. But what truly broke her was the memory of their last meeting—the day Leander kissed her for the first time. The tears she had been holding back finally overwhelmed her. Just then, a knock interrupted her thoughts. Startled, Brianna looked up, tears still in her eyes. “Who’s there?” “It’s Ava,” came the reply. Before Brianna could respond, the door slowly creaked open, and Ava appeared in the doorway. “Brianna, what's wrong?” Ava, concerned, asked as she noticed the tears streaming down Brianna’s face. “I need to know that you're okay.” Briann
Lindsey’s breath echoed through the phone, a mix of confusion and unease. “Who are you talking about?” “Don’t tell me you don’t know Camila Jennings. She’s an actress,” Brianna said, trying to coax her into remembering. “Oh, right... I remember her now. But she isn’t here. Why are you asking?” Lindsey’s confusion deepened, her tone demanding more answers. Curiosity and fear laced Lindsey’s voice as she added, “Is she the one who killed Leander?” Brianna clenched her fist, struggling to contain her emotions. “Eyewitnesses reported that Camila Jennings was at the scene. One said Leander was trying to save her from the assailant. But he disappointed me. I thought he was smart enough not to make such a decision—it sounds foolish. If he hadn’t tried to save that bitch, he wouldn’t be dead, and his body wouldn’t have been taken away.” As Brianna spoke, her anger boiled over, her voice trembling with a mix of frustration and sorrow. She couldn’t shake the image of Leander’s final moments
“Dangerous?” Ethan repeated. “Did she murder Leander Goldstein herself?” Ethan squared his shoulders and said, “I don’t care what the FBI says. Camila isn’t running. Not from this.” Bradley, sensing the rising tension, tried to diffuse the situation. “We’re not here to fight, Ethan. We’re here to help. But you need to understand, this is bigger than us.” Camila looked between the two men, her resolve wavering as she realized the gravity of the situation. “Ethan, maybe they’re right,” she said softly, her voice tinged with uncertainty. But Ethan remained adamant. “I said no, Camila. We face this together, here. I’m not letting anyone scare us into hiding.” Rex sighed, knowing they were at an impasse. “Just think about it,” he urged Camila, his tone more urgent. “We don’t want to see you get hurt.” “Think about what?” Brayden turned at Rex. “There is no time to waste, Rex.” Camila’s eyes darted to the floor, her heart racing as a whirlwind of thoughts consumed her. The idea of fl
Ethan watched Rex closely, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “I was only kidding,” he said, waving off his earlier refusal. “Go ahead, dude.” Rex's relief was evident. He pulled Camila into a brief but tight hug, feeling the tension in her body as he whispered, “Stay safe, okay?” Camila nodded, her thoughts swirling. She didn’t quite trust Rex, but at this moment, she needed to play along. Brayden stepped forward, giving Ethan a friendly pat on the back and shaking Camila’s hand with a reassuring nod. “You’re making the right choice, Camila. We’ll make sure everything goes smoothly.” The two men exited the suite, the door clicking shut behind them. Camila’s gaze followed them as they left, her mind racing with doubts. Ethan noticed her unease and placed a hand on her shoulder. “You’re thinking about Rex, aren’t you?” “He’s up to something,” she muttered, her eyes narrowing. “I just don’t know what.” Ethan’s finger grazed Camila's lips. “Any idea of what he is up to?” “