"Where are we? I don't see a kebab stall anywhere, and you've led me to this disheveled back alley. I'm starving, Dan," Anne whined as I parked my car in the dimly lit, deserted alley and opened the door for her, playing the role of a gentleman."Just come along; I have a surprise for you," I teased with a wide grin."A surprise? Well, lucky me for playing the role of Mrs. Anderson. No, wait a second, I think I know this area. This is the row of buildings behind Esta Piazza, and if I'm not mistaken, that back door belongs to La Tavola Reale?" Anne said as she began to piece it together.I smiled at her deduction, "Bingo.""Wait, is this allowed? Are we trespassing? Their security is really tight! I don't want to embarrass myself, Danzel, and end up in jail," Anne fretted as I held her hand, leading her toward the door she had mentioned."Don't worry, Anne, I know the chef and owner of this restaurant.""Really? You're lying; they're notoriously mysterious.""Well, I helped them naviga
"Wow, that was an amazing speech," Anne praised, applauding and making me smile broadly. "I'm curious about your story, which led you to become such good friends with them.""It's a bit long. I'll tell you sometime.""I'll be looking forward to it."I drove her home, dropping her off in the lobby. Anne opened the door and got out."Aren't you coming down?" Anne asked from the window as she saw me still behind the wheel. I shook my head. "Where are you going?""I still have some business. Go inside and get some rest. Sweet dreams.""Okay, take care."After making sure Anne had gone inside and closed the door, I continued my journey back to the city center. I was looking for some nighttime entertainment. I tossed my tie and jacket onto the passenger seat and rolled up my shirt sleeves. The loud rock music from the car's radio served as the soundtrack for my journey back to the city center.Heavenly Club, a banner displayed prominently in front with a large red neon box. The place was bu
Hearing Lyan's whisper made me swallow hard."What does Lyan mean? Does he know something about me? Ah, maybe he's just beating around the bush."Lyan left the room, drawing the heavy curtains that covered this circular-shaped lounge. Liliana approached me with an incredibly seductive move. My conscience was debating whether to play along or get as far away from this place as possible. Meanwhile, Liliana was getting closer.She tugged at my belt, looping her arm around my neck. Damn morals! Liliana's temptation was too tempting to resist. My arms pulled her closer to me, and Liliana let out a soft, pleasure-filled laugh at my reaction. Her soft, seductive voice ignited a wild passion within me as her lips drew near my ear to whisper something naughty. I couldn't wait to hear those mischievous words."You're quite naughty, Danzel."Hearing that, my awareness returned to 100%, and I pushed her away from my body."Aw! Not the reaction I was hoping for, but no matter. Oh, did I kill your
"Just tell me how much you want," I insisted."Wah wah... This reaction of yours, so full of confidence. It triggered me to want to mention an infinite number," Liliana teased. She was now lying on that round bed, her long dress slipping to the side, revealing her smooth thighs fully. Unfortunately, I was no longer the naive man from earlier; her actions no longer stirred my desire. I knew I was being toyed."You're stalling, for what?" I asked."Danzel, come closer to me!" Liliana suddenly ordered, but I didn't move."Foolish, come here! We need to convince the audience outside that you're having fun. You wouldn't want Bash's henchmen waiting for you outside with guns pointed at your head, would you?"I followed Liliana's request as she pulled me down to lie on my back. She then began to move wildly on top of me, but unfortunately, we were both still fully clothed."Yeah!! Enjoy it!" people outside cheered."Are they commenting on us?" I asked Liliana."These curtains cast shadows, D
*Ding*A message arrived on Anne's phone while she was in the middle of her evening routine. She had just finished her shower and was now sitting at her vanity, applying serum to her face to keep it healthy and moisturized. Her hair was still wet, so she took the time to blow-dry it, making sure her pillow wouldn't get damp and disrupt her sleep.After an hour had passed, she grabbed her laptop and reviewed Dr. Bertha's report on the progress of the inn's construction, the budget that needed to be prepared, and the building material suppliers that needed to be contacted.It was midnight when she yawned, stretched her body, and pushed the laptop onto the nightstand. She lay down and turned off the bedside lamp. As she drifted off to sleep, she remembered something she needed to check for tomorrow's schedule, so she reached for her phone."Hmm? A message from Lyan? What's this about?" Anne wondered, opening the message.The drowsiness that had overcome her disappeared instantly, and her
"I will meet you again tomorrow," I whispered to Liliana again to reassure her."Hush, be quiet. I won't go anywhere. And don't worry, your little secret is safe with me," Liliana replied softly, her expression void of emotion. I could sense fear in her eyes."Tell me, how much do you want? I will prepare it for you."Before Liliana could respond, Lyan had pulled her away from me. "What are you planning? She belongs to us. I don't want you sneaking around behind us and working together to betray us.""You're too paranoid, Lyan. Like Bash said, I just admire what isn't yet mine. Anyway, I'll be a true man and leave this place as you wish. Goodbye.""Wait," Bash ordered from his seat on the luxurious sofa upstairs in his club.'Darn it, I need to hurry back to clean up my mess with Anne. I don't want her to have any suspicious thoughts.'[Indeed, regrets always come too late.]"It's not even morning yet, why so rush? I haven't had the chance to get to know you better, Rupert...""Don't
"Is that so? Is there someone else with the same fighting style as me? It must be because we both idolise the same movie character," I replied, trying to find an excuse. I didn't immediately change my fighting stance, which would only make Lyan more suspicious. "So, who wants to feel my punches again?" I challenged, making a hand gesture for them to come forward.Lyan stepped forward, followed by Terry. "Lucky for us, we can continue the fight that was postponed a few nights ago. I'm still curious about how my fists feel against your jaw," Terry said."Bash, you better prepare a body bag," added Lyan.The two of them faced me together. From the information I had gathered, they had been practising boxing for a long time. It was no wonder their punches were so powerful.Meanwhile, Bash, sitting on the couch, smiled casually, pouring bourbon into his snifter and tapping his foot. There was no hint of remorse for what he had done to his employee earlier. "Boys, don't disappoint me," he co
"I haven't seen Lyra around for the past few days. Do you know where she is?" Tom asked as he sat down with his wife, who had just appeared at the breakfast table.Margareth waited to answer her husband's question. Instead, she approached him and gently kissed his forehead. Tom raised both eyebrows in surprise; this was not Margareth's usual behaviour. What could have suddenly improved her mood?"Good morning," greeted his wife as she sat at the table's end. She immediately sipped a cup of black coffee with beans specially roasted and imported from Indonesia, feeling the caffeine in the coffee work its magic as it prepared her for the drama she was about to stage."Good morning..." Tom replied hesitantly. His initial happiness had turned into apprehension as he awaited the worst possible outcome. He knew Margareth's habit well; she would act cheerful before unleashing her anger, like a rainbow before a storm."Zhar, my dear. Can you manage my boutique on High Avenue? I feel like someo
"Nobody move unless you want this bullet to pierce through this old man's skull!" Gatsby ordered, aiming the barrel of his pistol at the president's temple. The head of state instructed his men to comply with Gatsby's command."The four of you, follow me," Gatsby pointed at me, Elliot, Helen, and Kellan.Gatsby entered the City Hall and proceeded upstairs to Elliot's office, dragging the defenseless president along. Elliot grinned with satisfaction at the chaos caused by Gatsby. He knew he had been branded as a terrorist, especially since the one he was holding hostage was the president.He wouldn't live long after this, but he didn't want to fall alone. There had to be someone dragged along with him, someone responsible for his downfall, something he had fought for for years.That someone was Rupert, aka Danzel, and Helen Harrington, the siblings.Upon arriving at Elliot's room, Gatsby forced the president to sit in Elliot's desk chair, while Elliot gestured for me, Helen, and Kellan
Elliot never received any news about Alex's attack on Dustown Prison, nor did he want to inquire. His attention was occupied by the preparations for the President's visit, just a day away.As long as he didn't receive any notice from his aides regarding Dustown Prison, he would assume everything was fine. If there were even a hint of news about Dustown Prison, he'd be sure to know. But since Alex's request back then, there hadn't been any further requests. The atmosphere was completely calm without any issues. Elliot figured Alex might have backed off from attacking Dustown Prison knowing he was preoccupied with many matters."Kellan, have you found out who that mysterious donor is?" Elliot asked his secretary, having replaced his previous one because Sonia didn't approve.Kellan, his current secretary, shook his head. "No, Sir. He's truly mysterious. What should we do? He specifically requested to sit next to you. Should we still accommodate that request? Especially now that there's
Elliot's eyes widened as he discovered Rupert's hiding place. He chuckled dismissively, 'No wonder the police never found him all this time,' he thought. Then he recalled Erwin's presence, the young man who remained closed off and impenetrable to him. The only employee under his command whom he couldn't control. Yet, due to his good performance, he couldn't just dismiss him. 'Besides, he's not in a critical sector,' he reasoned, choosing to overlook Erwin, but his judgment back then was wrong. Unbeknownst to him, Erwin had been forging alliances there, a fact that escaped his notice. *** "[Elliot has discovered your connection with Erwin; he and Alex plan to attack Dustown Prison tonight,]" reported the system. "Anne is still in critical condition. Do something to prevent them from coming here tonight," I pleaded with the system. The doctors finished observing Anne, and she was moved to a treatment room, almost her entire body wrapped in bandages. The doctor also mentioned the res
Erwin drove us straight to Dustown Prison. Anne was still unconscious, and I supported her head in the back seat. Her condition was truly alarming, I couldn't bear to hold her body, afraid she'd feel more pain. Erwin called Ralph and ordered him to prepare competent doctors at the prison. Every second felt like a crossroads for me, constantly monitoring Anne's chest to ensure she was still breathing. I held my breath with every long inhale she took, trying to manage her pain. "Hurry, Er!" I urged Erwin. "Quiet! Don't command me!" Erwin snapped. I knew he was trying to navigate through the traffic in the Dustown city center; for this one, the system couldn't help because the streets were crowded with people, not because of traffic. Erwin repeatedly honked his horn to clear the pedestrians from the road. Several times, he had to brake suddenly as they crossed unexpectedly, truly testing his patience. After being stuck in the traffic jam for a long 30 minutes, our car finally gained s
About fifty people gathered in front of Jackie's Bar, arriving individually with their preferred modes of transportation from various corners of the city—some on motorcycles, skateboards, scooters, bicycles, cars, or by foot.There was no communication among them; they simply glanced at each other to determine if they shared the same purpose, exchanging a code by raising their left palm upwards, a symbol representing their Dandelion Organization, signifying a dandelion stem always seeking the sun.Without the need for lengthy discussions, they collectively entered Jackie's bar. Two formidable guards who had stood at the front door couldn't stop them and were pushed inside.A ceasefire ensued inside between the Dandelion Operation faction and Jackie's henchmen. Witnessing the chaos, Jackie stealthily retreated through the back door, leaving it all to his men. He valued his life too much.He cursed under his breath before calling someone, "You convinced me that he works alone! You said
Hearing the information from the system, I immediately headed to Jackie's place. Night was falling, the streets were getting crowded, and the city was brightened by decorative lights along the roads. Visitors from out of town, eager to witness the carnival in Dustown, flooded the pubs, hotels, and eateries.The city seemed to come alive again with stalls and food trucks lining the streets, creating long queues. It overwhelmed me to drive quickly through the chaos. While people were enjoying themselves, I was lost in thoughts about Anne's fate.*Honk* *Honk*My horn sounded at the drivers who parked recklessly along the street. I was truly impatient, especially with the drunken revelers who were barely conscious as night approached.I almost collided with a group of teenagers crossing the road without looking. I honked loudly, causing them to bang and hit the hood of my car. But I had no time to deal with them.Luckily, after passing the town square, the crowd lessened. I accelerated,
"I paced back and forth in Erwin's office, anxious as I hadn't received any recent updates about Anne. Not from Erwin's informants, nor from the system or Helen. I disliked this feeling, my intuition restless, sensing that Anne wasn't okay.Erwin, engrossed in his book, glanced at me from the corner of his eye, growing irritated as I disrupted his concentration."Tsk! Take one more step, and I'll kick you out," Erwin declared, unable to contain his frustration. His book remained untouched, the pages unturned due to my actions."Do you really have no information?" I asked again, wearing a pleading expression as I approached him."No, if I had any, you'd be the first to know. Now, get out of my space, or I'll have to force you out," Erwin commanded firmly. He was actually waiting for information that hadn't arrived yet. However, he masked it by focusing on more productive matters, unlike me.Right after that, Ralph arrived, carrying a vial bottle filled with thick white liquid. He was s
Alex was furious, howling like a possessed person, ordering his men to search once again, this time more meticulously. Meanwhile, he returned to the room to interrogate Camilla.The woman was far too relaxed about Anne's disappearance, even seeming pleased. Camilla must know something! That's what Alex thought. This time, he was determined to interrogate Camilla until she spoke. He wouldn't hesitate to kill her if she didn't talk."You!" Alex barked, striding quickly across the room toward the startled Camilla, who was taken aback by Alex's sudden rage. She dropped the magazine she was reading and stood up. Alex approached her and immediately grabbed Camilla by the throat, her eyes bulging from the intense pressure on her neck."Tell me where Anne is! I'm not joking around. Your death is in my hands right now," threatened Alex, his eyes bloodshot, his hand muscles bulging as he tightened his grip around Camilla's throat.Camilla knew her chance to play around had ended. She also figur
“You’re delusional. I don't want anything,” answered Camilla, her lips curved into a sweet smile for Anne. Of course, Anne didn't immediately believe her, convincing herself to remain cautious around Camilla.Throughout her life, Camilla had always treated her badly, harboring negative thoughts about her. Initially, Anne had always wanted to understand the reasons behind Camilla's behavior, until she realized it was futile—Camilla's judgment of her was already formed, no matter how hard she tried to show kindness. Camilla remained steadfast and eventually deemed Anne as a mere attention-seeker.Since then, Anne realized she didn't need to waste energy on people who hated her because they would continue to do so. She had to focus on those who loved her, not many in number but sufficient for her.Thinking about it made her heart ache once again; now those people were gone, Pops and Dr. Bertha, whom she considered as her own father figures. Meha, who had been like the elder sister she ne