Drake stood in awe as Jessica's demeanor underwent a sudden shift, as if a switch had been flipped. Her true attitude briefly emerged; she was shocked to find Lucille in the hospital rather than behind bars."She should be in prison!" she exclaimed, before seamlessly reverting to her innocent and soft-spoken facade. "Oh, I'm sorry. Hello, I'm Jessica Choy. I'm a friend of hers. May I know what happened?" she inquired."Jessica Choy?" he muttered, remembering where he'd first come across that name."You don't know her?" one of Jessica's friends chimed in."She's the only daughter of Gerald Choy from Gerald and Sons Corporation," another added."Everyone knows about her. How come you don't?" a third friend asked.Drake wondered inwardly, "What's wrong with them?" He arched an eyebrow, unimpressed by such a narcissistic introduction."I don't know about that, but please be quiet. I don't want to talk to anyone," he responded bluntly, turning his back to them and drawing the partition cur
"Just shut up if you don't want to die,” Drake warned, causing Lucille to nervously bite her tongue. Tearfully, she watched as Drake drove her away from the hospital and brought her to a condominium unit."Aren't you going to get out, or would you rather I keep carrying you?" Drake asked, opening the car door for Lucille."I'm getting out!" she replied with trembling words and hurriedly stepped out of the car."Where are your shoes?" Drake inquired."Shoes?" Lucille said, looking down at her bare feet, and she flinched when Drake let out a frustrated sigh."I'll carry you. Don't scream, or there will be consequences," he warned."No, no, I'll walk!""Walk, or face the consequences."Lucille trembled even more with each threat, fearing that Drake might actually carry out his words.Meanwhile, Drake didn't actually intend to act on his threats. His mind was already consumed by worry to even think of a threat to her."I need to find a way to make her forget what she saw, but how?" he won
Lucille's eyes slowly fluttered as she emerged from the dreamland. Her whole body felt heavy, as if she just escaped a terrible nightmare."Where am I?" she muttered, looking up at the unfamiliar ceiling."Why do I feel so heavy?" she groaned as she moved slowly."Ah!" she gasped, immediately covering her mouth as she realized Drake was beside her, his arms wrapped around her."Why... why?" she quivered. The memory of the crime Drake committed flashed through her mind, reviving the fear she felt. Her whole body trembled, but she froze upon realizing they were both naked."What? What happened—Ah!"She immediately sat up, but when she tried to leave the bed, Drake pulled her back, laying beside her. Her face instantly turned red as she felt the warmth of his body against hers."Are you going to ditch me?" he asked, wearing a sad expression."Ditch you? Ditch you at what?" she asked back, perplexed by the sudden change in Drake's demeanor."Can't you remember what happened? Aren't you go
Lucille found herself going with the flow, unable to keep up with Drake's pace, and ended up doing what he wanted.Eventually, both of them got dressed and prepared for the day."Where's your home?" Drake asked as they got inside the car."Huh?" Lucille responded, still in a daze."Where's your house?" he repeated. "Or do you have classes today? Where should I drop you off?""Huh? Ah?" she mumbled, shaking her head to focus. "Please take me home.""Are you sure? Won't you miss any classes?" he inquired."N-no. No, sir.""Sir? Call me by my name," he chuckled. "Am I too old for you?""No, you're still young!" she stammered."Or do you not remember my name? You were screaming my name last night at—"Drake couldn't finish his sentence as Lucille panicked and covered his mouth."I got it. I got it," she said, her face turning red.Drake simply smiled. The two became silent for the rest of the ride until they reached Lucille's house. He couldn't help but notice how much she fidgeted in her
Marianne sat nervously in front of Drake's desk, her eyes darting around the room as she fidgeted with her hands. However, Drake was preoccupied with his own thoughts, his expression dark and distant.“How did he become the CEO? As far as I know, the chairman opposed Zack managing their family business. What changed his mind? Is this the effect of changing the future?” he thought inwardly, occupied by the unpredictability of Zack White. "Zack runs the underworld with ease after he got the system. Now that he doesn't have the system, he manages the Gracestone instead?"Marianne noticed his dark expression, and his anxiety was loud in the silence of his office. A few moments later, she finally mustered the courage to voice her concerns.“Drake, I... I can't do this," she stuttered. “I can't be the new director of BellRox. I don't have the experience, and I'm not confident enough to face the other directors. Are you sure there's no one else you can appoint?”Director Rox told her how Dra
Drake stood on the rooftop of a building, the wind tousling his hair as he surveyed the sprawling city below. This was the very spot where he had first witnessed the mysterious miniature temple's appearance, and now he returned with a purpose in mind."Is it time yet?" he pondered, positioning himself in the dimly lit rooftop, awaiting the temple's reappearance or the summoner's arrival."I'm certain someone else summoned it," he muttered.After a few moments, his eyes widened as the miniature temple slowly materialized at the rooftop's edge. Its reappearance, much like the first time he had encountered it, left him perplexed. He knew it was no mere coincidence, but he couldn't help but wonder what triggered the temple's appearance."We were too preoccupied with my standing by the edge and my issues; the person who summoned the temple was likely scared off," he thought, recalling the chaotic night that followed Marcus Lee's initial accusations."Should I make an offering first?" he mu
In the police station, Drake lounged in the lobby, seemingly at ease, as if the precinct held no novelty for him. This week alone, he'd become a familiar face, making multiple visits.While still awaiting release from the police station, Drake browsed his system, searching for any valuable information. As he perused Zack White's family background, Drake pondered, "So everyone has a weird family. Does that make it not weird?" Connecting data about the White family members, he scoffed, "I've spent lots of money just to read about their family feud."Flipping through his system's pages, Drake's thoughts raced, "But this still doesn't explain how Zack became the CEO. He targeted Zemo, yet there are two more Zanduco heirs in line. Shouldn't Zanjo take precedence?" He scratched his head, puzzled by the changes he observed since his regression."Zack has changed significantly, but why?" Drake tilted his head, shaking it. "No. There's one key distinction—he hasn't taken anyone's life yet." Re
Zemo observed Drake and Zack exchange sinister glances, sending shivers down his spine. He couldn't help but wonder about Drake's real motives and what fueled his resentment towards Zack. He could tell that this was the first time Zack met Drake, yet Drake seemed driven by an unspoken agenda that intrigued and puzzled Zemo simultaneously."You have an interesting friend here, Zemo," Zack commented, leaving Zemo unsure of how to respond, given that he and Drake weren't really friends."Stop intimidating Zemo's friend," Zanjo interjected, approaching Drake. "Are you the one who found Zemo and saved him?""Yes. I literally threw up when I first saw him. He was bathing in his blood," Drake honestly shared, noticing Zack struggling to conceal his true expression."We also saw the photo that the police sent. We are really indebted to you. Thank you for saving my brother," Zanjo sincerely expressed his gratitude."If you are truly grateful, then please give me 1 billion dollars," Drake joked