Jeremy sat at a table in The Aviary, an exquisite restaurant where he often enjoyed his Tuesday lunches. The elegant ambiance, impeccable service, and delectable food always pleased his discerning taste. He had become a regular patron, earning the privilege of having the entire place reserved for him every Tuesday. With each bite, he relished the flavors dancing on his palate, savoring the culinary artistry before him. As he indulged in his meal, Lucas approached and stood before him, awaiting his attention. Jeremy raised an eyebrow, silently conveying his unspoken question—Why are you standing in front of me while I'm eating? "Yes?" Jeremy finally inquired, combining the words "What do you want?" and "Why are you standing right in front of me as I eat?" into a concise phrase. "Sir, Mr. Grey is outside," Lucas informed him. Jeremy let out an audible sigh. "Tell him he can wait until I'm finished with my lunch," he casually replied, nonchalantly continuing to chew his food. Lucas

Jeremy sat in his office, his eyes fixated on the surveillance footage captured by Steve's car. The screen displayed undeniable proof of brake tampering, revealing a deliberate act that had caused the accident. A surge of anger mixed with determination coursed through Jeremy's veins as he watched the distressing video unfold before him. Earlier that day, Jeremy and Tony had rushed to the scene of the crash, their hearts pounding with worry for their dear friend, Steve. Witnessing Steve being carefully placed on a stretcher by compassionate paramedics, surrounded by concerned onlookers who had called for an ambulance, intensified their concern. The atmosphere was chaotic, with reporters and police officers eager to unravel the mystery behind the incident. United in their deep concern, they followed the ambulance to the hospital, their minds filled with thoughts of Steve's well-being. Swiftly, Steve was taken into the emergency room, where doctors assessed the extent of his injuries. I

Gradually, Mr. Woods regained consciousness, only to be met with a searing headache that pulsed through his skull. He winced, closing his eyes against the pain, and attempted to move his limbs, only to discover that they were tightly bound. Panic surged within him as he surveyed his surroundings—an empty room, devoid of any comfort, with a single dim light bulb hanging from the ceiling, casting eerie shadows. Disoriented and plagued by thirst and hunger, Mr. Woods wondered how long he had been unconscious. He tried to wrench his arms free but felt narrow straps dig into his flesh. He cried out in pain and stopped trying to free himself. Desperation gripped him, and he shouted for help, his voice a blend of fury and fear, the stale air choking him. Suddenly, a creaking sound reverberated from the rusty hinges of the door—a signal that someone was approaching. "Seems like our new acquaintance has finally awakened," a voice exclaimed, infused with an unsettling excitement. Mr. Woods

Ever since Steve's accident, Lucas had noticed the change in his boss's demeanor. Concerned, he approached Jeremy, who seemed lost in thought. "Are you alright, boss?" Lucas asked, hoping to offer some support. Jeremy snapped back to reality, his mind consumed by thoughts of finding Drake Lockman. "Any updates on Drake Lockman's whereabouts?" Jeremy inquired, his voice tinged with frustration. "Nothing yet, sir. It's as if he vanished into thin air," Lucas replied, his determination evident. He had never encountered such difficulty in locating a person during his years working for Jeremy. "Keep searching. And what about Mr. Woods? Any progress with him?" Jeremy asked, referring to the individual the Blacks had been tasked with interrogating. Lucas shook his head, his expression reflecting disappointment. "Mr. Woods remains unyielding, refusing to divulge any information." Jeremy's frustration grew, his tone sharp and commanding. "It seems the Blacks have lost their touch. Inf

Jeremy's hospital stay ended sooner than expected. The news he received from the Blacks wasn't pleasant, but it would suffice for now. Tony offered to accompany him, and Jeremy accepted. Together, they drove to the location where Mr. Woods was being held. Arriving at one of Jeremy's storage facilities for his imported goods, they descended into the basement where the Blacks awaited them at the door. "Mr. Nobody, Mr. Grey," the man in black addressed Jeremy and Tony respectfully. "Let me clarify. Mr. Woods is willing to disclose everything, but only to Jeremy," Tony inquired. "Yes, Mr. Grey," the man in black replied. "Open the door," Jeremy commanded, and the man in black unlocked it and pushed it open. The four of them entered the room. As Mr. Woods looked up at the newcomers, he wasn't surprised to see Jeremy. "Jeremy Nobody," he muttered to himself. Who else would have the audacity to do this to him? "Good, you're finally here," Mr. Woods said, his gaze fixed on Jeremy. Jer