บททั้งหมดของ The Piano of Vengeance: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

"Turn around and face the mirror. What style name would suit our current appearance?" Giggling, Athena followed the instructions of the man still holding her close. She turned to face the mirror and observed the mess on both herself and Arthur. But that didn't last long, as a smile reflexively spread across her face when she realized just how sweet the scene before her was. Sweet? Yes, that’s how Athena saw it, even though she and Arthur still looked a mess, with traces of dust and paint smudging their bodies. She momentarily pushed aside that thought, as her focus suddenly shifted to the way Arthur was holding her, looking at her, and even kissing her shoulder. Ah… Athena just realized how close she had allowed herself to be with this man. Sure, they had kissed several times before, but somehow, this moment felt different—sweeter. To her, it was almost like they were husband and wife, standing in fron

"Huh!" Arthur stepped out of the shower, running a towel through his damp hair as he walked toward the bedroom. His lips curled into a smirk, thinking about Athena’s flustered expression earlier.  He was about to call out to her when he noticed something odd. The room was eerily silent. Athena was nowhere to be seen. His smirk faded. "Athena?" he called out in confusion as he looked in several directions. His chest tightened. Something was wrong. Arthur grabbed his phone and quickly dialed Athena’s number. The call connected, but there was no answer. His heart pounded harder as he tried again. This time, he heard it—her ringtone. It was faint, distant… coming from outside the room. That was when he noticed the open window. His blood ran cold. He strode toward it, his sharp gaze scanning the area below. Footpr

"You don’t get it, sir?" Edward hissed, pacing furiously. "Mr. James is already closing in! If we don’t move now, we’re done!" "Running will only confirm his suspicions, Ed. If we stay put and act like nothing’s wrong, we might have a chance to slip away unnoticed!" Leon remained still, his expression unreadable.  "That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard, sir. Do you think Mr. James is stupid? He’s a damn predator! The second he senses blood, he won’t stop until we’re ripped apart!" Edward let out a frustrated growl, making Leon’s jaw tighten.  "You think I don’t know that?" He took a slow breath, his fingers twitching in irritation. "But moving her now is too dangerous. The moment we step out of here, we expose ourselves!" "Then what’s your brilliant plan, sir?" Edward ran a hand through his hair, his patience weari

Arthur barely had time to react before the air filled with chaos. Heavy wooden beams and metal rods clattered against metal crates as Leon’s mercenaries stormed the warehouse. Arthur and his men fought back, hurling whatever they could find—iron pipes, wooden planks—turning the space into a brutal melee. "Hold your positions!" he barked at his men, gripping a thick wooden baton. A mercenary charged at him from the side. Arthur pivoted, slamming the baton into the man’s jaw, sending him sprawling. He didn’t hesitate before bringing it down hard on the man’s chest. "Mr. James! Or should I call you Arthur the thug?" A mocking voice rang out above the chaos. Arthur turned just in time to see one of Leon’s top men smirking at him. The bastard held a crowbar, swinging it lazily in his grip. "You should’ve just walked away," the man sneere

"How is he doing, Doc?" A woman in a white coat with a stethoscope draped around her neck let out a small sigh. She glanced briefly at her patient, who had just been transferred from a small hospital on the outskirts of the city, before turning her gaze back to someone she had never met before, her expression somewhat difficult to interpret. "It looks like further examination is needed. So far, there are no signs that the patient will regain consciousness. The head injury seems quite serious." Silent, one of Arthur's subordinates could only sigh softly. He turned his eyes back toward the small window in front of him, his heart aching as he watched his superior lying there, helpless, with several injuries on his body. "So you can't determine exactly when he'll wake up?" The doctor, who had also examined Athena before, slowly shook her head. "I'm sorry, but I can't make any further