Lahat ng Kabanata ng Billions and Tears: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

   You two, in my office," the Chief's voice resonated with a powerful authority, echoing through the bustling police station. Max's heart skipped a beat as he heard those words, his eyes involuntarily darting towards Lark, who wore an unsettling grin. Max adjusted his shirt nervously, the fabric feeling rough against his clammy palms, and reluctantly began making his way towards the Chief's office. Lark, always quick to seize any opportunity to tease Max, hurried behind him, his voice dripping with mischief. "Today's your lucky day, Maxi boy," Lark whispered, a barely concealed amusement in his tone, a private joke that only the two of them shared. He chuckled, the sound seeping into Max's consciousness like an irritating itch. Max clenched his fists, desperately suppressing the urge to turn and deliver a punch squarely on Lark's smug face. As they walked down the dimly lit corridor, the air seemed to

        Max shot Lark a disapproving glance, the need to maintain professionalism outweighing his friend's jokes, " I'm sorry about my colleague" Max said to Damian, "yea, you better be" Damian said in return. Ignoring Damian's comment, Max focused on Rose, his eyes reflecting a mix of concern and curiosity. As Rose was ushered into the waiting limo, her expression seemed tired and troubled. Max couldn't help but notice the strain etched on her face, even in the midst of her beauty. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, that there was more to her story than met the eye. Their eyes met briefly, a glimmer of recognition flickering in Rose's gaze. It was as if a distant memory tugged at her subconscious, but she couldn't quite place it. She offered him a tired wave of thanks before the limo slowly drove away, leaving Max sta

       Max slumped in the uncomfortable backseat of the police car, his gaze fixed on the blurry silhouette of Lark in the front. Lark, as always, was devouring an enormous doughnut, each exaggerated chew a reminder of their tense relationship. Max and Lark had never seen eye to eye peacefully, their constant exchange of sarcastic remarks grated on Max's already frayed nerves. It seemed that they were always on the brink of another explosive argument, just like the one that had erupted earlier that day. As the car rolled to a stop inside the dimly lit garage, Max's mind drifted to thoughts of Rose. They had shared a deep connection, and her absence weighed heavily on Max's heart. The police car had come to a halt mere steps away from where Rose's elegant limousine was parked, a stark reminder of the luxurious world she was now in. He remembered the day

    Lark's past was a tapestry woven with friendship, betrayal, and the stark division of social classes. In the quiet town they called home, Lark and Damian had once been inseparable, their bond forged in the innocence of childhood. They shared countless adventures, secrets, and dreams, their laughter echoing through the streets as they navigated the intricacies of life side by side. However, fate has a way of intervening in the most unexpected of ways. When Sebastian's family moved to town, bringing with them their opulence and affluent lifestyle, the dynamics of Lark and Damian's friendship began to shift. As Damian was drawn into the glimmering world of wealth and privilege, he inadvertently distanced himself from Lark, leaving their once-unbreakable connection strained and fragile. It was not long before the glaring disparities between their families became evident. While Sebastian's f

    As Gwen walked away from the hospital, the weight of her actions settled heavily upon her. The echoes of her mistakes reverberated in her mind, causing her to question the choices she had made. Lost in her thoughts, her phone suddenly buzzed, signaling an incoming call. It was Ivy, the person who had sent her on this ill-fated mission. With a mix of trepidation and resignation, Gwen answered the call, her voice tinged with weariness. "Hello, Ivy." Ivy's voice crackled with impatience and frustration on the other end of the line. "Gwen, did you get what I asked for? Is Sebastian's condition really as critical as we suspected?" Gwen sighed, her voice heavy with disappointment. "No, Ivy. The hospital was swarming with cops. They were protecting Sebastian's privacy, and no one really knows the extent of his condition. I couldn't get any pictures." I