The sterile operating room buzzed with controlled chaos. The heart monitor beeped rhythmically, and the surgical team, dressed in their sterile attire, moved with precision. At the epicenter of it all lay Eleanor, Drake's sister, connected to machines and encircled by the surgical team."Why is that here?" he exclaimed, bewildered.Drake, anxiety gripping his heart, burst into the room, his eyes scanning the operating room. However, what drew his attention was the miniature temple, a holy, glowing structure that manifested when someone stood on the brink of death. His breath caught in his throat."Why? Why? I'm sure she survived before!" he muttered.Determined to uncover the reason, Drake pushed his way through the hospital staff. His gaze was riveted on a nurse standing near the surgical table. Her face was concealed by a mask and surgical gown, but her eyes were visible, and that was enough for Drake.In those eyes, he detected a familiar madness—the crazed, unrelenting gaze of Mer
The news of Merlyn's actions against Eleanor spread widely, reaching not only the doctors and nurses but the entire city. The media ensured they had the exclusive story.Merlyn faced intense criticism and shunning for her vicious act. However, her name quickly faded from public consciousness as she was imprisoned. Even though a week had passed since the incident, the hospital's nurses and doctors found it hard to move on. They felt frustrated that Drake has not pursued charges against Merlyn."Does he still have feelings for her?" one nurse whispered as she saw Drake passing by the nurse's station."Why would he still care for that woman? She nearly killed his sister," other nurses replied."Then why won't he press charges? She'll only have to spend a year in prison if he won't.""I've heard he's as kind as a saint.""Well, both those siblings look angelic. How can they be so beautiful?""Yes, you're right. I bet they'd look even more stunning if they were healthier.""Why is the brot
Drake Chwe felt perplexed as he witnessed Zack White assaulting a random stranger on the street."Is that supposed to be me? Why didn't he kill me that night?" he mused.Even more confusing was when Zack White failed to notice the miniature temple materializing in front of him. It made Drake wonder about the qualifications for an individual to actually see the temple.For now, he knew that anyone in grave danger, close to death, might see the miniature temple and could receive a second chance as long as they prayed and offered a tribute before losing their life."Help! Please, help me," the woman croaked weakly, raising her hand toward Drake, desperate for assistance before losing consciousness.Drake was startled, almost forgetting about the woman's injury due to his excitement over unlocking more features on his system.He stared at the woman, devoid of any sense of urgency, pondering whether he should help her. "I don't know her anyway," he thought, but he snapped out of it when he
Drake's plan had worked well; he had leveled up, and Zack White hadn't been able to offer a tribute or access the system. He should have been at peace now, as piece by piece, all sources of his torment were being eliminated. However, a lingering unease gnawed at him."Why do I still feel anxious?" he wondered, gazing at the pile of documents on his desk."Is something the matter?" Marianne inquired, standing before Drake's table, patiently awaiting his response. "Is there anything you'd like me to review again?""No, it's fine," Drake said, snapping out of his unwarranted worries. He resumed signing the papers after a quick skim. To his surprise, he discovered a full list of applicants under Linda Chwe's recommendations."What is this?" he asked."The HR department sent that. They wanted to know if you were familiar with these applicants claiming that you endorsed them based on Linda Chwe's recommendations. She's your mother, isn't she?" Marianne explained.Drake let out a tired sigh
All ears were focused on Drake's phone, though everyone pretended not to be listening. Curiosity hung in the air as they anticipated their manager's response to Marianne's actions, which had brought shame not only to their department but to the entire corporation.One person whispered in hushed tones, "How could he openly play that video here? It's an unconventional way to punish Marianne."Another chimed in, "She probably deserved it. I've heard she's been a whore, even when she's at the executive. Rumor has it she got here by sleeping with him to secure a transfer."A third person added, "Could it be that Manager Chwe's physique is improving due to their 'workouts' in bed?"Curiosity piqued, someone asked, "Where did you hear all this?""It was in the comments," he responded."Are you sure it wasn't you who wrote them?" someone teased, but their attention quickly returned to Drake when they heard him say, "Sue, Everyone."Attorney Lunes inquired, "Who do you mean?""Sue everyone – a
Marianne gazed up at a shady building, double-checking the address on the card Drake had given her."Am I in the right place?" she wondered, standing before the building hesitantly before entering. Once inside, she was surprised to find an elegantly furnished law firm office."Will I be okay?" she muttered, feeling a mix of anxiety and hope.She was then greeted by Attorney Lunes, a seasoned lawyer with a reputation for handling sensitive cases, who welcomed her with a warm smile."Miss Marianne, please have a seat. It's good to meet you. Drake mentioned your situation, and he believes I can help," Attorney Lunes said.Marianne sat down, clutching a folder of evidence related to the video scandal and her issues."Thank you, Attorney Lunes. I'm in desperate need of help," she said."Of course, I'm here to listen. Tell me about the video scandal and how it's affecting you," he said.Marianne took a deep breath and began to recount the story."It all began with our breakup. Mr. Nicklaus,
Marianne didn't have to wait long. As soon as she stepped out of the law firm building, Drake was already parked in front with his Mercedes."You came too fast," she commented nervously."What?" Drake asked."N-nothing.""Aren't you going in?" he inquired."Ah, yes, sir," she responded, rattled by Drake's unexpected arrival."Where are you two going to meet?" he asked."RedLutos Motel, sir," she replied."That place, huh?" Drake smirked, his eyes holding a glint of recognition. It was the same place he had first caught Merlyn cheating on him. "Are you two planning on making another video?""No! Why would I!" Marianne exclaimed indignantly. "I may still have feelings for him, but I would never make the same mistake again!""You still want him?" Drake asked."I know I'm stupid," she admitted, covering her face. Drake remained silent.Marianne desperately wanted to ask Drake to drop her off and trust her to handle the meeting with Nicklaus, but she felt too intimidated by her boss's mood
Drake lounged on a bench in the sparsely furnished detention center, maintaining an unexpectedly calm demeanor. The police station's activity unfolded before him with an air of detachment, as if he were just stopping by on a routine errand.A police officer couldn't help but comment, eyeing Drake, "You seem pretty relaxed, considering the situation.""Well, I've been in tighter spots. It's not the end of the world," Drake replied, a casual smile gracing his lips.He continued to observe the bustling scene around him, as if he were an outsider witnessing a peculiar spectacle."Most folks don't take being detained so casually," the police officer remarked, raising an eyebrow.Drake chuckled softly."I suppose most folks aren't used to having a front-row seat in the justice system. Besides, I know I won't stay here for too long."Drake's nonchalant attitude left the police officer perplexed as he leaned back, seemingly unfazed by the pending assault charge.On the other side of the polic