MasukAlex's eyes remained fixed on the screen. His breathing had become slower. "Where is the truck driver?" He asked coldly. His entire demeanor suddenly became terrifying. Nicholas glanced at his friend before he replied. "At the police station. He was captured after the accident and is being question
Six hours after the accident, Alex finally arrived in Los Angeles. The moment he stepped off the private plane with Benjamin and Derek, his attention went straight to Derek. "Any updates?" Derek shook his head. "Nothing yet, Boss. The divers have searched the area repeatedly, but they still haven'
"Where is she?" His voice was dangerously quiet. Derek swallowed. "The divers are still searching, Boss." Alex's gaze remained fixed on the tablet. "How long ago?" "About an hour." Derek replied immediately. Alex's jaw tightened. An hour? They had already spent an hour searching for her. He imm
Ab hour later, the road surrounding the crash site was filled with police vehicles. The officers moved around the scene while speaking urgently into their radios while emergency personnel worked near the water. The wrecked remains of Rose's car had already been located but Rose was nowhere to be fo
“Come on!” Rose yelled desperately as she called again. This time, the line connected. “Nicholas—” “Rose?” Nicholas' voice rang out from the other line. “I'm being followed.” The panic in her voice instantly wiped the calm from Nicholas's face. “What?” “Some people are chasing me. I don't know
Rose left the venue with the noise of the grand opening still lingering behind her as she slipped into her car, started the engine, and slowly pulled onto the road. It was already late in the night, but the weekend traffic had turned the streets into a slow-moving stream of vehicles. The route she
That same evening, Alex was in the middle of reviewing documents when his phone vibrated on the desk. One glance at the caller ID made his expression harden—it was the head of the private security team. “Speak,” Alex said coolly as he answered. “Sir,” the bodyguard reported, his tone professional
I don’t understand why you would willingly go through so much trouble just to get my phone number?” Luthor asked curiously, though confusion was evident in his tone as he tried to figure out John’s motive. “You’re hurting my feelings. Perhaps you were hoping to get rid of me easily,” John replied,
Luthor’s gaze darkened slightly when he heard her. One of the many people who had turned their backs on him. In the past, when his family had fallen overnight, Luthor had reached out to people he trusted and called his friends. People he had laughed with, studied with, rendered help to. However
The silence in the car grew taut. “She laughed along with them,” Luthor said, each word measured. “When they joked about my fall. When they asked if I needed help paying for drinks.” Rose’s nails dug into her palm. “And then,” he said quietly, “she stood up. Raised her glass. And announced tha







