Ding![User Jack Harrison's health condition is not good. User Jack Harrison lost a lot of blood. Exchange 1 point to restore health. Y/N.]The notification from the system sounded like a roar in Jack's ears, who still felt dizzy from his unconscious state. His vision was still blurry, and every movement he tried to make seemed like a futile effort. Both of his hands felt pressured and tied behind his back, silent witnesses to the betrayal he had just experienced. Jack lay in the car seat, feeling as if his spirit was separated from his body.When Jack finally recovered a little, he realized that he was bound and handcuffed in a car. His hands were handcuffed to the steering wheel with cold, sharp wire. His body and legs were tied tightly to the car seat, making him feel like a prisoner ready to be punished. A flash of fear flashed in his eyes when he saw Daniel's men gathered around him. Daniel himself stood in the middle of them, a sly smile on his face seemed to create an aura of f
With gasping breaths, Jack continued his struggle in the car, which was sinking further. Every movement he made felt like a last-ditch attempt to escape the tragic fate that lurked for him at the bottom of the dark lake. The pain from his broken thumb shackled his every movement, but his resolve to survive continued to strengthen.His body which was tightly bound by rope became a big obstacle in his efforts to fight the situation. The state of panic was getting worse due to the lack of oxygen, and Jack could feel his pulse speed up. The water that continued to enter the car created increasing pressure, destroying its hopes of survival.His free hand reached for the steering wheel in desperation. A violently yanked steering wheel becomes his final weapon against time. In a state of urgency, Jack pulled the steering wheel with all his strength, forgetting the pain that pricked his fingers. The water entering the car continued to weigh on his body, making him weaker.With the car steerin
Jack looked around the treatment room which looked sterile, with white walls and a strong smell of medicine. The room seemed to reflect the journey full of surprises he had just experienced. Even though his physical weakness was still felt, the warm light from the ceiling lamp provided a comforting touch that lifted his spirits.Ashley, who quickly noticed Jack's awakening, grabbed his head. Ashley's eyes were full of worry, and soon, the cold sweat on Jack's forehead became an outlet for her deep worry."Jack, I'm so worried about you! I'm afraid of losing you," Ashley said in a shaky voice, accompanied by hints of unstoppable relief.Jack tried to smile even though it was weak, raising his hand to wipe the tears that fell from Ashley's eyes. Ashley's face became a theater of feelings, a mixture of relief that Jack was conscious of and happiness that was difficult to express in words."I'm sorry, Ashley. I didn't mean to worry you," Jack said in a gentle voice as if trying to erase a
The police entered Jack's room with steady steps, making their steps clearly audible on the cold floor. Their sharp gazes seemed to scan every detail of the room, creating a paralyzingly tense atmosphere. The room that was previously filled with silence, was now filled with an aura of tension that was almost palpable to anyone inside.Jack looked at Ashley gently, signaling that he understood her momentary absence. Ashley responded with a small smile, trying to convey both support and concern through her eyes. Before leaving the room, he touched Jack's shoulder briefly, giving a small warmth as a sign of encouragement.“I'll wait outside,” Ashley said.Meanwhile, the police sat around Jack's bed, presenting an unwavering yet cautious professional demeanor. The air in the room felt so tense as if the room itself was absorbing the intensity of the situation that was developing. The lead detective, who probably had a lot of experience working on difficult cases, looked at Jack with sharp
Ashley sat beside Jack's bed, the room filled with tension hanging in the air. Her face reflected deep worry and infinite curiosity. "Jack," she said in a soft voice, trying to get to the heart of the series of questions that haunted her, "since taking you to the hospital, so many questions have haunted my mind. How did Diana Buchanan die? Who tried to drown you? And most disturbingly, how could Daniel Collins be involved in all this?"Jack took in the complexity of the situation and nodded slowly, fully understanding the question floating through Ashley's mind. "I don't know how this happened either, Ash. I trusted Diana, and that's why I went without a bodyguard. I thought I was safe, but it seems like everything changed so quickly."Ashley feels the need to provide support to Jack, who is now caught in a difficult situation. She touched Jack's arm gently, trying to convey warmth and trust. "I can't imagine how difficult this is for you, Jack. We have to find out the truth and prove
Meanwhile, in his luxurious office, Daniel Collins sat in his chair with an angry face. The dim light from the luxurious wooden table lamp gave off a tense atmosphere. With one hand holding the phone, Daniel spoke to someone on the other end who seemed very angry. "I have confirmed that Jack Ashworth is tied tightly, even handcuffed. There shouldn't be anything that can keep him safe," said Daniel in an angry voice, trying to calm the other party on the other end of the phone.However, the voice on the other end continued to increase until it reached a high level of anger. Daniel felt the pressure mounting, and he held his head with his right hand while propping his elbow on the table. "I understand, I understand," he said in a low tone, trying to manage the increasingly tense situation.After the conversation was finished, Daniel hung up the phone with a rude
After the police left his office, Daniel Collins pondered in silence filled by the expensive aroma of his room. He sat in his dark leather chair, his face a combination of momentary relief and the tension that still haunted him. The evening light coming in through the tall windows creates mysterious shadows around it, giving a dramatic feel to the atmosphere.When his frustration boiled over, Daniel took his frustration out on the large wooden table that dominated the room. The luxurious objects displayed on the table shook with a loud bang. "They think they can find something out on me?" he hissed, his hoarse voice creating a palpable vibration of unease in the air of the grand office.After that, Daniel took his cell phone, a sophisticated device with a gold casing, and contacted his loyal subordinates. His cold and firm voice pierced the ears as he spoke, reflecting the authority and power he possessed. "I have a job for you," he said, breaking the silence of the office.His obedie
Detective Smith, with an empathetic attitude, realized the heavy burden that Richard Buchanan had to carry. "Mr. Buchanan, we know this is a difficult moment for you. We are simply seeking the truth, and if there is anything else you would like to share, perhaps something you may have missed, that would be very helpful."Richard looked at the detective with eyes filled with regret. "I just want to find out who is responsible for my grandson's death. I don't want any more families to have to go through this suffering."Detective Jones added, "We understand your feelings, Mr. Buchanan. We will work hard to bring justice to Diana. Any additional information you provide could be the key to uncovering the truth."Richard motioned to his waiter to give the detectives drinks. "Thank you, but I think I've said all I know. Diana, despite her unpleasant life choices, is my granddaughter, and I love her. I just want her to get justice."Detective Jones added, "We'll do everything we can, Mr. Buc