Marianne's eyes widened in disbelief as she found herself face-to-face with one of the key figures from Gracestone Trading Corporation."CEO Zack White?" The words escaped her lips before she could stop herself.Zack's attention, however, was fixated on the person in the wheelchair that he was pushing."Director Zemo White?" she blurted out again, her mind racing to piece together the unexpected puzzle before her."Are you doing a roll call?" Zack quipped, breaking the tension with a hint of amusement in his voice."Oh, I'm sorry. It was just unexpected to see you here," Marianne apologized, attempting to regain her composure in the presence of such influential individuals."It's fine," Zack replied casually, his gaze shifting to the hospital bed where Drake lay, unable to nod due to the neck brace. Zack's eyes met Drake's, but Drake's thoughts were consumed with the memory of Zack callously pushing him off the building.Suppressing his rage, Drake redirected his attention to Zemo, kn
"Is this the right time for me to drink a health potion?" Drake contemplated inwardly, his eyes fixated on the device that Zack had attached to Zemo's wheelchair. He gestured for Zemo to turn around for a moment, leaving Zemo puzzled but compliant.Drake retrieved three health potions, just enough to regain strength in his arms and upper body so he could sit up on his own. "What are you going to do anyway?" Drake asked, prompting Zemo to face him again."You—" Zemo began, almost commenting on Drake suddenly sitting up, but he covered his mouth, quickly composing himself. "I don't actually have a plan. What else can I do when I can't walk?" he said, feigning helplessness.Drake grinned, aware that Zemo could walk just fine. He faked a sigh and added, "I'm lost too. I can't sit up on my own either."Zemo also grinned, impressed by how their spoken words contrasted with their actions. Despite their admirable efforts, they couldn't change the fact that they were currently stuck, unable to
Lucille’s mind spun as she tried to navigate through the fragments of her memory. The encounter with Zack left her shaken and disoriented. The mere thought of his presence triggered an inexplicable fear that she couldn't rationalize."That man... why do I feel scared of him?" Her voice trembled with unease as she grappled with the flashes of the unsettling encounter."Lucille, you're awake.” Eleanor entered. Her sudden appearance brought a sense of relief, albeit momentarily. “How are you feeling?" Eleanor's concern was evident in her voice."I... I don't know," Lucille stammered, her thoughts still clouded by the haunting image of Zack. "What happened?" she asked."You collapsed suddenly," Eleanor explained gently. "Do you not remember?"Lucille's brows furrowed as she struggled to grasp the sequence of events. "Do you know who's the man with Marianne?" she asked, her voice laced with apprehension."Do you mean Zack White?" Eleanor's response was almost immediate, her tone tinged wit
Eleanor found herself in a state of panic, unsure of what steps to take with both Zack and Lucille unconscious in the hospital bed. She hesitated, grappling with the fear of potential consequences if she were to call for help after knocking Zack unconscious."Would they arrest me or charge me because I knocked someone down?" She weighed her options, contemplating the repercussions. Her gaze shifted to the back of Zack's head, widening as she noticed a few drops of red liquid seeping through."I can't let Drake know about this!" Eleanor exclaimed, feeling the weight of her actions. In a flurry of panicked decisions, she attempted to move Zack, inadvertently causing him to fall hard onto the tiled floor."Oh no!" She gasped in shock, realizing she had caused further injury to him. Despite her distress, she was resolute in her decision not to call for help, fearing the repercussions it might have on her image and relationships.Eleanor, perceived as gentle and delicate by those around he
Drake rubbed his eyes, feeling the fatigue setting in from staring at his holographic system screen for hours. It had been an hour since Eleanor left his room, and during that time, Zack's location remained the same."What is he doing in that room? Is there something wrong with this feature?" Drake mumbled to himself, randomly tapping on his screen to check for any issues with his system. After confirming that everything was functioning correctly, he speculated, "Did he fall asleep under the bed or something?"Closing his system screen abruptly, Drake was startled when Marianne entered his room unexpectedly."Why are you still here?" he inquired, his eyes reflecting a mixture of curiosity and mild annoyance."I helped take care of Lucille's hospital admission," Marianne explained, placing a few papers on the table."Oh, thank you," Drake replied, acknowledging her assistance. He nodded appreciatively at Marianne, but a perplexed expression crossed his face as he wondered why she was s
Drake's mind whirled with possibilities as he observed the disturbing scene through his holographic system screen. Zack lay unconscious, blood pooling around him, the room a chaotic mess. The sight sent a chill down Drake's spine.“Did Ely go to her room safely?”His first instinct was to check on Eleanor, ensuring she was safe and unaware of the unfolding chaos in the room below them. Using his coins, he conveniently checked on her through his system.“Of course she’s resting," he said, breathing a sigh of relief after seeing her lying on the bed. Satisfied that she was sound asleep, he returned his attention to the screen displaying Zack's dire situation, his thoughts racing."Who could have done this to Zack?" Drake muttered, his mind running through the list of potential adversaries. "Of course, it wouldn't only be us. He's a psycho. There are probably more people who wanted to kill him."The scene before him indicated a violent struggle, but Drake couldn't piece together the moti
Zack's head was still wrapped in bandages, the dizziness from Eleanor's blow lingering, yet his concern wasn't his physical state—it was the jeopardy looming over his position within Gracestone Trading Corporation. Seeking out his grandfather, the chairman, Zack stormed into the room, his agitation evident as he confronted Zanduco. "Grandpa! Why did you demote me!"Zanduco's expression shifted to irritation, his gaze narrowing at Zack. "You are out of line barging in here like this."Drake observed the chaotic scene with a hint of amusement, relishing the unexpected drama unfolding before him."I'm not going anywhere until you reinstate me!" Zack persisted, frustration lacing his words."Zack, calm down. This is not the place for this discussion," Zanduco reprimanded, attempting to maintain decorum.Zack's attention darted to Drake, noticing his presence for the first time. "Is this because of BellRox's shit?"Drake, leaning back with a faint smirk, replied casually, "Why? What did Be
Zanjo's cry pierced the air, shattering the tranquility of the ride. Chaos erupted as the deafening crack of gunfire filled the space around them. The bullets pierced Zanduco's car but, miraculously, missed the people inside.The sudden appearance of the gunman sent shockwaves of panic rippling through everyone in the car. Zanjo's parents screamed, clutching him tightly, while their driver reacted swiftly, steering the car to evade the looming danger.“What’s happening?” Zanjo’s father exclaimed, his voice strained with fear.“Oh my gosh! Zemo! Zemo!” his mother cried out in sheer terror.“Mom, please, try to stay calm,” Zanjo said, his own voice trembling with anxiety.“They're not after us,” Zanjo’s father remarked, watching the gunman’s car pursue Zanduco’s vehicle. They watched as the gunman's car passed them by and theirs came to a stop. There is a mixture of relief and worry among the people in the car. While they are relieved that they are not the target of the gunman, they are