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
Drake Chwe's mind raced with the unsettling mystery of how Zack White had not only pinpointed his location but also managed to track him with an unnerving precision. Anxiety gripped him, intensifying as he considered the possibility that Zack possessed something stronger than his own system."How did he find me?" Drake mused inwardly. "Does he know Eleanor is here? How does he know where I was going?"His gaze fixated on the lean man standing confidently before him, a wide grin etched across Zack's face. "You're BellRox's major shareholder, right?" Zack inquired.Drake's eyes widened, and he instinctively clenched his fist, striving to maintain composure but internally, panic set in."How does he know? I made sure to keep my name anonymous. Does he know me, then? This is impossible. We've never crossed paths in this timeline.""Mr. Chwe?" Zack called again, noticing Drake's wariness. A sneer played on Zack's lips. "What's got you so nervous?""Nervous? Me? No, not at all," Drake stamm
The next day, Drake woke up with casts wrapped around his left leg, arms, and a brace on his neck. Although he appeared uncomfortable, Drake paid little attention to his current situation, knowing he could heal himself later. Also, his fury overshadowed the pain of his injuries."Killing him once won't be enough. He tried to kill me twice; I should pay back twice," he said, anger etched on his face despite his immobile state."But what should I do, confront him now or stick with the original plan?" he wondered.With the tribute system, he was confident he could kill Zack with ease, but the question of whether killing him at once would satisfy him gnawed at him.Unlike those who tormented him emotionally, Zack went directly at harming him and those around him without mercy. He wanted to know what kind of revenge he could exact to see the despair and fear in Zack's eyes."Does that psycho have fear?" he mused. "I badly want to scare him to death," he seethed, clenching his fist, which b
The next day, Eleanor bravely stood before the nurse's office, holding Drake's personal documents in a worn brown envelope. Her brother lay still, deeply asleep, and she knew she was the sole member of their family that he could rely on. The daunting task ahead was managing insurance and medical bills for his care."Miss Eleanor, why are you here?" the nurse recognized her."My brother is in Ward 369, and he can't handle the paperwork for his stay. Can you guide me on what needs to be done?" she asked timidly, clutching the envelope."Insurance and medical bills?" the nurse inquired."Yes, and I was told I need to personally purchase his medicine at the pharmacy. I'm not sure where that is," she admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed about her lack of knowledge despite spending half her life in the hospital. This only deepened her gratitude towards Drake for handling these matters through the years."Oh, the pharmacy is beside the cashier on the ground floor," the nurse informed her. “I
Eleanor squinted her eyes, crossed her arms, and wondered why she was having a conversation with someone she barely knew."Are you a child?" she grunted."No. But you'll feel better if we do, right?" Zack grinned."I'll feel better?" she repeated."Yes. Don't be like your brother," he said."What about my brother?""He's weak. He simply leaves those who berate him without fighting back. I can feel that you're a bit different. I know you feel like grabbing their hair or smashing their faces every time they look down on you," Zack reasoned.Eleanor sort of agreed with what Zack said. She really did feel like pulling the hair of the staff who were too unapproachable and condescending to her today, but even if she wanted to, she couldn't do that. She didn't want to cause any trouble for her brother."Forget it," she said. "But if you're saying that to comfort me, then thanks.""Nah. I am not comforting you, though," he said."Then stop bothering me."Eleanor walked away, but Zack kept fol
A few moments before Eleanor returned to Drake's ward, Drake asked the nurse to call Lucille on his phone. The nurse held the phone for him as he greeted Lucille on the other side of the line."Hello, my dear Lucille," he greeted, but the other line remained silent. He checked his phone’s screen and wondered if there was a network error."I... I am here," Lucille stuttered, causing Drake to chuckle. He adored how Lucille stuttered; each time they talked, she seemed surprised, yet she wanted to act tough when she ultimately couldn't."Where are you? Can you—""I said, I am here," she said."What do you mean?" Drake looked at the nurse, confused at what Lucille said, and the nurse simply shrugged her shoulders."I saw you in the news. I am here in the lobby," she clarified."You've been there?""Yes.""Then why are you not going straight here?" he asked, still confused."I... I don't know if I'm allowed to visit you," she shyly said.Drake laughed again, finding her amusing. "You’re wor
Lucille finally snapped out of her reverie, her face now flushed red."What the hell are you doing?" she yelled, her annoyance growing as she saw Drake's wide smile. "Pervert!" With frustration, she slapped Drake's arm, causing him to groan in pain."Ack! Why did you hit me?" he groaned."Ah! I'm sorry!" she stammered, flustered by her own actions. Lucille hastily left the room, running away until she found herself sitting on the stairs, burying her face in her knees.Biting her lower lip, her heart continued to pound rapidly as she exclaimed, "What the hell was that? Are we really in a relationship now? Is this really how it started?" She wondered aloud, still reeling from the unexpected kiss.However, her thoughts were interrupted when her eyes met Marianne, who was climbing up the stairs."What are you doing?" Marianne asked, looking at Lucille with a bemused expression, wondering why she was sitting alone on the stairs, hugging herself."Why are you here?" Lucille snapped."Why ca