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
As Drake joined the chase, the exchange of gunfire between Zack's group and the police intensified. Oddly, despite the relentless barrage, Drake’s car remained unscathed, not even a scratch evident from the hail of bullets."I'm burning through 1000 coins every second. What a splurge!" Drake exclaimed with a mix of enthusiasm and urgency.In a swift and calculated move, he accessed the system marketplace, purchasing an item that granted him an invisible protective barrier. This high-end acquisition not only shielded him from harm but also extended its protective influence to the objects around him. However, this impressive defense came with a hefty cost: his balance decreased by 1000 coins every passing second.“Hmm, is he planning something else?” he wondered.He observed Zack's car's unexpected maneuvers, noting another vehicle waiting to join the fray. The sudden collision with the police cars caused a chaotic halt to the pursuit. With no other choice, Drake surged ahead, taking th
The moon cast an eerie glow as Zack White, wary yet in pain, allowed the seemingly benevolent old man, Drake, to tend to his wounds. Unbeknownst to Zack, Drake concealed sinister intentions beneath the guise of helpfulness, a deceptive mask that hid the true nature of his motives."I know how to tend wounds with forest resources," Drake claimed, displaying a handful of random grasses he gathered along the way. "This may sting, but it will surely help stop the bleeding."Zack, tears welling up in his eyes from the excruciating pain, questioned, "Are you sure it will help me?""Yes, of course," Drake replied benignly, wrapping Zack's wounds with grass and cloth before applying a potion and poison. With his system, he dropped the barrier that concealed their presence, unwittingly inviting the police, who relentlessly pursued Zack, closer to the cave."He's probably hiding here," one of the police officers declared, the sound of their voices echoing off the cave walls.“Hurry! Search the