Jeff's grip on his briefcase tightened, his jaw set with determination. "That's why we're here. We won't let that happen." Abigail's anger turned to fury as she stared at the ground, her fists trembling. "Our lives have turned into a nightmare in an instant." Jeff's voice softened as he looked at Abigail. "I know it's incredibly unfair, Abigail. But we're going to fight for justice. We're going to make sure Mr. Michael pays for what he's done." Samuel's voice was filled with disbelief. "My own blood, working against us?" Jeff's eyes met Samuel's, his gaze unwavering. "Unfortunately, yes. But we're going to expose the truth and make things right if you can trust us." Abigail's voice was a whisper, her words tinged with a mix of desperation. "We can't let them get away with this." Jeff nodded, his briefcase now resting beside him. "We won't. We're going to bring them down, no matter what it takes." As the weight of the situation settled over them, Abigail

Her voice trembled as she spoke, her sadness evident. "How could someone be so heartless, so cruel?" Drake's shoulders slumped, his own frustration echoing in his voice. "I don't know, Kate. But we can't let this go unpunished. We have to make things right."Kate nodded, her resolve firm. "We'll do whatever we can to help. To bring justice to those who have suffered." The room felt heavy with the weight of their emotions, but amidst the darkness, there was a glimmer of determination. As the night stretched on, they sat together in the dimly lit room in the sitting room their minds and hearts grappling with the enormity of the situation. "I lost more than just my friends," Drake's voice held a mix of sadness and regret. "I lost their trust, their friendship. It's like a part of me is missing." Kate's eyes glistened with empathy, her heart aching for the pain he must have felt. She couldn't imagine the sense of loss that came with the betrayal of those you he

As they entered, the grandeur of the place was overshadowed by the tension that filled the air. Drake's eyes widened in surprise as he took in the sight before him. Samuel and Abigail were there, standing with a group of people. His heart skipped a beat when Samuel's hand moved swiftly to his side, pulling out a gun and pointing it directly at him. Fear gripped Drake once again, his hands raised in surrender as he met Samuel's intense gaze. The weight of the gun in Samuel's hand was a stark reminder of the danger he was in. But then, Jeff stepped forward, his voice firm but calming. "Calm down, Sam. It's not his fault." Samuel's grip on the gun remained tense, his brows furrowed in suspicion. "What is he doing here, Jeff?" Jeff's voice held an air of authority, his words carefully chosen. "He's here to make amends, to help us take down Mr. Michael. He's not the same person anymore." Drake's heart pounded in his chest as he looked from Jeff to Samuel.

The room fell into a heavy silence as Mr. Michael's plans began to take shape. His mind was a labyrinth of strategies, a constant chess game where he anticipated his opponents' moves. Robert's voice was hesitant, a hint of doubt in his tone. "And what about the court case, Michael? The evidence against you is strong." Mr. Michael's smile was confident, his eyes glinting with a mixture of arrogance and resolve. "We have our ways of influencing the proceedings. A few well-placed connections can work wonders." Robert's gaze remained fixed on Mr. Michael, his unease evident. "You're playing a dangerous game, Michael. If things go wrong..." Mr. Michael's voice was ice-cold as he cut him off. "They won't. I'll make sure of it." The penthouse was bathed in the soft glow of city lights as Mr. Michael's mind raced with possibilities. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled as he contemplated the intricate puzzle before him again. Robert's words of caution l

Xaviers curiosity burned hotter, his instincts urging him to uncover the truth. He waited a beat before exiting the car, moving with calculated stealth towards the building. His heart pounded with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. Inside, he navigated the corridors, his senses alert to any movement or sound. He followed the faint echoes of footsteps, leading him deeper into the building. The air was heavy with a sense of secrecy and uncertainty. Finally, he reached a door, slightly ajar. He paused, his hand resting on the doorknob. His breath was held in anticipation as he gently pushed the door open, revealing a scene that would unravel a new layer of the intricate web he had woven. The room was dimly lit, figures huddled in conversation. Robert's voice carried through the air, his tone a mixture of urgency and determination. Xavier's eyes narrowed as he absorbed the sight before him, his mind racing to make sense of the unfolding tableau. The pieces