MasukCHAPTER 145DREYDENI slip my phone into my pocket and look toward the emergency department doors, willing someone to come out and tell us that Drayton is awake. Minutes pass, but nobody comes.Dreyven has stopped pacing. He's standing near the wall with his arms folded, staring at the floor, while Dreylen sits beside Aurelia, his elbows resting on his knees.Nobody is talking anymore. I look at Aurelia. She's still sitting beside me, her fingers twisting together in her lap."You should drink some water," I tell her.She shakes her head. "I'm not thirsty.""You haven't had anything since we left the venue.""I'll drink something later."I study her face for a moment, then get up and walk toward the vending machine at the end of the corridor. I buy a bottle of water and return to place it beside her."At least keep it there." She looks up at me, and a small, grateful smile touches her lips."Thank you, Dreyden." I nod and sit down again.It's a little thing, but I notice how carefully
Chapter 144Dreyden "I don't know, Dreyven." The words taste like failure.We reach the hospital, and the medical team takes Drayton into the emergency department before we can follow.A nurse asks us to wait while the doctors assess him.Aurelia arrives a few minutes later with Dreylen, and the moment she sees us, she comes straight over."Have they told you anything?""Not yet," I say.She sits beside me, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.Dreyven begins pacing. Dreylen tries to call Drayton's coach, but the call goes unanswered.Nobody seems to know what happened. Then my phone vibrates.A message from an unknown number appears on the screen.I open it. It's a link to a video of Drayton's fight.The caption reads:BOXING STAR COLLAPSES AFTER SUSPICIOUS PERFORMANCE — DID HE TAKE SOMETHING BEFORE THE MATCH?My blood runs cold. I open the link.The video shows Drayton stumbling, missing punches, and finally collapsing after the blow to his head.The person recording has added comm
Chapter 143Dreyden The atmosphere at the boxing venue is already electric when we arrive.Music fills the entrance hall, people crowd around the ticket counters, and security personnel direct spectators toward their assigned sections.Drayton walks ahead with his coach, looking relaxed enough to convince anyone that tonight is just another ordinary evening.I know better. He has been quiet since we left the house. Not unusually quiet, but focused.He's studying the venue, greeting people he recognizes, and listening to his coach's final instructions. Every so often, he flexes his fingers or rolls his shoulders, small habits I've seen him repeat before almost every fight.Aurelia walks beside me, looking around with obvious curiosity."Have you been here before?" she asks."Several times.""To watch Drayton?""Mostly." She glances toward him."Does he always look this calm before a fight?""Yes.""Even when he's nervous?" I look at her."You think he's nervous?""I think everyone ge
CHAPTER 142DREYDENA month is a long time when everything in your life seems determined to go wrong.It's long enough to have every document in your possession examined twice, to spend hours on the phone with lawyers, investigators, business partners, and people who suddenly remember they have concerns about working with you.It's also long enough to discover that proving you're innocent doesn't necessarily mean people will believe you.Dreyven learned that the hard way. The investigation into the motorcycle accident eventually established that the brake failure hadn't been caused by his work. The fault came from a replacement component that had been supplied as genuine but turned out to be defective. Once the supplier's records and the technical inspection were examined, the evidence was clear.The customer recovered, and after hearing the findings, he decided he didn't want to press charges against Dreyven.As far as the official investigation was concerned, the matter was over.
Chapter 141I open my notes and write down the details of each incident.Dreyven: motorcycle brakes fail after sale. Customer injured. Police investigation underway.Dreylen: artwork accused of copying another artist's painting. Both works exhibited within hours of each other. Original sketches available.Me: acquisition suspended over unspecified financial discrepancies. Independent review confirms our figures match the records.I read the list.There is no obvious connection between the three problems. One concerns a motorcycle, another an artwork, and the third a business deal.But all three threaten something my brothers and I have spent years building.Our reputations. Our livelihoods. The trust people place in us.I stare at the notes for another moment before closing the document.I need more information.......The afternoon slips into evening before I hear from Dreylen again.My phone rings just as I'm preparing to leave the office.“Tell me you have good news,” I say as I an
CHAPTER 140DREYDENThese are the first words out of my mouth, and judging by the silence on the other end, Dreylen knows exactly how ridiculous the accusation sounds to me.“I'm serious, Dreyden.”“So am I. How the hell can someone accuse you of stealing another artist's work?”“That's what I'm trying to find out.”I pull into the nearest available parking space and switch off the engine.“Start from the beginning.” Dreylen exhales sharply.“The painting I exhibited yesterday. The one I've been working on for weeks. Someone has come forward claiming I copied their work.”“Who is this person?”“I don't know yet. The gallery director called me after receiving a complaint. Apparently, the person exhibited their own painting a few hours before mine went up yesterday.”I frown. “A few hours?”“Yes.” I lean back against the seat.“Dreylen, you've been working on that painting for weeks. How can someone claim you copied their work when you haven't even seen it?”“That's exactly what I told







