"Stay with us, sir! We've got you!" urged the paramedic, his voice filled with urgency.Drake's vision blurred as his consciousness wavered. The world around him felt disjointed and surreal, almost like a fevered dream."No... no..." Drake whispered, the words barely audible.A paramedic kneeled beside Drake, carefully assessing the wound on his chest. Another paramedic stood over him, frantically trying to apply pressure to the wound."We need to stabilize this wound now!"As Drake's consciousness began to slip away, the crowd of hotel personnel and paramedics continued their efforts to save him. Their voices and actions seemed distant and hazy, as if part of a dream. Drake felt an overwhelming sense of detachment from the world around him."I can't just... die like this," he thought, his mind racing as he pictured his sister's face.Meanwhile, the mysterious miniature temple remained bathed in radiant light, a mystifying presence amid the chaos. It stood there, untouched by the fran
The night lay quiet, and Drake's car sped along the empty highway, leaving the Navi Hotel behind, its memory-altering fog still lingering in the rearview mirror. As he drove, he couldn't stop thinking about the unknown attackers and the puzzling tribute system."I know I'm not the only one with this system, but are these attackers connected to it? What do they gain by hurting me?" Drake pondered.His mind kept replaying the terrifying events. His hands trembled, and he shivered, haunted by the fear he just experienced."That felt like something out of a horror movie. I never want to go through that again," he muttered, rubbing his neck and still feeling the eerie sensation of a close encounter with death."Ugh, I shouldn't dwell on it," he groaned. Even thinking about it was terrifying enough.Drake was still a long way from Magrao, so he pulled over at the roadside. He took deep breaths, trying to calm his racing heart and the trauma that had enveloped him."Think about something els
At a funeral home, the largest chapel was filled with mourners, all dressed in black, gathered to pay their respects to Drake Chwe.The front of the room held his urn, encircled by wreaths of flowers, with a cheerful photo of him propped on an easel nearby.Drake's aunt, Rebecca Luansing, stood at the front of the room, addressing the gathered guests."Drake was an extraordinary person, full of life and energy. He touched all our lives in ways we can't even begin to describe. We'll miss him terribly," Aunt Beck said with teary eyes.Aunt Beck covered her face, making it seem like she was really crying, but in reality, she just wanted to hide her irritated expression."Why are there so many people here? I don’t think Drake had many people who cared for him like this. If he did, he wouldn't have been so overwhelmed by his problems before becoming rich," she grumbled inwardly.She peeked through her fingers and observed the mourners across the room. Some were genuinely weeping, while othe
"I want to kick her ass!" Eleanor declared. "I want to pull out all of her hair until she's bald!" Drake has no choice but to let her go. He was too shocked to see this new side of his sister to stop her from leaving. He had always viewed Eleanor as weak and gentle, forgetting that she was fully capable of asserting herself, especially now that she was healthy.“No, she still needs protection,” Drake muttered to himself before dialing a number on his phone.“Hello, increase Eleanor’s bodyguards, and make sure no one can approach her, especially Linda Chwe,” he ordered.He leaned back on the couch, deeply worried about Eleanor's meeting with their mother, his eyes fixed on the screen, monitoring the events at the funeral as Eleanor was still on her way.“Is she serious? Is she really going to confront Mom?” she wondered, anticipating the interaction. “I hope she won’t hurt herself instead.”Meanwhile, in the car, Eleanor sat with rage in her eyes, gazing out the window as they passed b
Drake's hands were sweaty, and his eyes remained glued to his phone. He messaged his men for the fifth time, anxiously checking their location."Any updates?" he asked."We're still on the move, sir," his hired men replied.Drake clicked his tongue, his patience running thin. He desperately wanted to keep an eye on them using the "Otherworldly CCTV" item on the tribute system, but it required specific location details to function."Why are they taking so long? Should I go out too?" he wondered, but the memory of the danger he faced at the Navi hotel kept him in his penthouse."Boss, they've booked a flight," his men reported."To where?”"Canman."Drake scowled. The only people he knew who might want him dead were the folks at Bellrox Corp. Besides them, he couldn't think of anyone holding a grudge against him or wishing him harm."Merlyn definitely can't afford to hire someone to kill me, and the one who escaped the trial couldn't either. Also, Marcus is in prison now. Who? Who would
At an exclusive country club, Zack White stood on the green, holding a golf club with a calculating smirk on his sharp features as he assessed the hole.Approaching him, Kevin and John, still clad in black suits, delivered a report."We've received the money," Kevin stated.Zack White's eyes narrowed, a hint of reluctance in his voice as he responded, "And?""We're wondering if you want the details," John added."No need," Zack replied, feigning indifference but revealing a trace of satisfaction in his eyes. "What matters is that he's gone."Just as the atmosphere filled with a smug sense of accomplishment, another member of Zack's team, Joanna, rushed over with a pale face and ragged breath."Boss! We've got a problem."Zack White's golf club hovered in mid-air, his eyes narrowed in frustration."What now?" he inquired."It's the authorities! They've raided our warehouses. We had to bail out, and they've confiscated all our assets!"Zack White's initial satisfaction disappeared, repl
In a spacious, minimalist office, Rebecca Luansing was buried in paperwork. Her hands moved as fast as her mouth. She grumbled and cursed at the overwhelming workload, but there was no one to vent to because she was her own boss."Wow, just wow. I've got a boatload of cash, like seriously loads of it! And I have to keep grinding!" she said with sarcasm, speed-reading some accounting reports. "I'm fixing the mess left behind by the past boycott, hunting for new suppliers and manufacturers. I also have to keep up with the public, deal with that crazy witch Linda, and babysit her kids. Man, I'm exhausted, really damn tired."Despite her continuous complaints, she kept on working.The success of DearBeak Co. and Drake's investment had brought such a significant change to her life that she realized she shouldn't complain about it."Excuse me, ma'am," Kian, one of Aunt Beck's executive secretaries, approached her."What?" she responded irritably."Sir Christian Luansing is here."Aunt Beck'
Drake clutched his head in panic, realizing that Linda might have a chance to take his sister."Dying is a bad idea?" he reflected on his own impulsive ideas."Dying is always a bad idea, but you saved yourself from your killers, so it's not that bad of an idea," Aunt Beck stated, finally sitting on the couch. She's still stressed about everything related to Drake."What should we do, then?" Drake asked."O don't know What I did before was give her a small amount of money, but she won't take it anymore because she's now more interested in your money that she might get once she gains custody of Eleanor.""How about Dad? Can he do anything to stop Mom?" Eleanor interjected."Ely, they're separated. I'm sorry, sweetie, but your Dad is too wrapped up in his new family to even bother checking on you," Aunt Beck said honestly. She didn't want to hurt Eleanor, but lying would cause more pain and baseless hope."Does Drake's will not help anymore?""No, in this case. Drake's will can only co