Mag-log inHis gaze shifted from Brandon to the black urn still resting in the center of the table. "I don't believe it."The middle-aged man's voice was quiet, almost a whisper."Where's Falcon?"The same question was spoken once more. This time without shouting, without anger. Just a father still hoping his
A moment later, a small handgun appeared in his hand. He didn't point it at anyone, nor did he raise it as a threat.With a movement so calm it was almost unsettling, Brandon placed it on the table, then slowly slid it forward until it came to a stop directly in front of Don Falcony. The black metal
Brandon walked to his seat. But before sitting down, he placed the black urn adorned with gold engravings, which he had been carrying all this time, in the very center of the dining table.Gently, without making much noise. Even so, it immediately drew everyone's attention.Don Falcony frowned. "Wha
Berlin's sky was blanketed by gray clouds as a black car slowly came to a stop in the front courtyard of the Falcony Residence. The cold autumn air immediately enveloped everything the moment the car door opened.Brandon stepped out without haste. His left shoulder still ached whenever he moved, but
"Come in," Chris called.The door opened, revealing Brandon as he walked in with a faint smile. His left shoulder was still supported by a sling, making his movements less fluid than usual. Even so, he looked far healthier than he had a few days earlier."It looks like the patient here has become mu
***By late morning, Naomi's condition was much better than it had been earlier that day. The pain from her surgery still flared up from time to time, but it no longer left her face as pale as before. Chris had even managed to get her to finish almost an entire bowl of porridge after a long debate.
Then small red dots began dancing across his guards’ uniforms—laser sights, pinpointing their chests, their foreheads. One by one, the men stiffened, realizing they were marked, trapped under invisible crosshairs.“Well, that clears things up,” Arsen said with a laugh. “Might want to let me go, pal.
“You should get some sleep. It’s really late,” Kate said gently to Daven, who looked utterly drained. But it wasn’t just him—her two daughters were clearly exhausted as well. Their conversation had gone on far too long, yet none of them had the heart to end it abruptly.At the very least, Kate now u
As always, Chase was the perfect gentleman—pulling out a chair for Althea, making sure she was seated comfortably before turning his attention to Josh. He gently helped the little boy settle in, trying his best to ease any discomfort in this unfamiliar place, surrounded by strangers.Throughout dinn
Was that request respected? Of course not.Kate wasted no time turning to Lena. “Open it,” she ordered flatly.Felicia and Kalina were already waiting, all too eager to carry out their mother’s command. Lena, who had spent the morning helping Althea tidy the room and bring down her luggage, hesitate







