Unravelling The Billionaire's Mask のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

I still didn’t understand. After everything we’d been through, David just left me like that. Now, all the determination I had built to help him, to help that little girl lying in the hospital bed, as well as Daniel and Dr. John, felt like an empty hope something I would never be able to achieve.Was everything Dr. John said true? Was it really that hard to go up against Mr. Jimmy? Even Danielm David’s best friend couldn’t bring him down? Had I truly taken the wrong step? The wrong path? Had I failed to uncover the truth?Why did Dr. John’s painful words, followed by David’s indifference, feel like my entire world was collapsing? My heart burned. It hurt. I felt suffocated. My breath caught in my throat, something sharp pierced through my chest

Detective Harry walked ahead of me, leading the way through each corridor of the building. Every room looked busy. Some officers were typing rapidly on their computers, while others were deep in heated debates about cases I couldn’t begin to guess.After a while, we reached a place at the far back of the building. Detective Harry stopped in front of a door labeled ‘Morgue.’A doctor guided us. As the door opened, the sharp scent of formalin immediately rushed out, stinging my nose and triggering a wave of discomfort. The room was cold, dim, and eerily quiet as if time itself had stopped inside. On the left side, metal drawers were lined up neatly, each one holding a tragic story now at its end.The doctor slowly walked over to one of the drawers and gently pulled it open. Inside lay a body covered by a white sheet. Detective Harry stared at it without blinking, his expression unreadable , somewhere between grief and determination.

The scariest thing is when we think we're protected but we’re not.The atmosphere in this room is still the same as when I first came here. Lonely and frightening. I sat on the sofa, my back pressed tightly against the backrest, eyes fixed on the firmly closed front door. My breathing tried to remain calm but my racing heartbeat betrayed me. Only the ticking of the wall clock and the soft hum of the AC kept me company while I waited for the security staff to arrive.Five minutes passed. Suddenly, the doorbell shattered the silence. I jolted.“Security staff” a voice from behind the door said flatly, formal, but there was something off. Too calm. Too perfect.I didn’t respond right away. My heart pounded hard. I stared at the wooden door, trying to pierce it with my gaze. I touched the tip of the knife to my pants leg just in case. “Please show your ID” I said, trying to sound firm though my voice came o

“Who are you?” I said bravely.The knocking sound stopped. Silence. The only sounds that could be heard in the room were the ticking of the clock and the beating of my heart.I latch the door. Then he took the doorknob and opened the door slowly. You could just about see the figure behind the door because there was a small gap in it.He was neatly dressed, wearing a grey suit and black shoes. He stood in the middle, between the two bodyguards, looking relaxed. He has his hands in his trouser pockets and is looking at the crack in my door.Liam.He smiled in a silly way and lifted one hand as if to say hello.“What are you doing here?”“Is that a question?” He asked, not curious, but as if dismissive of my question. “I really wanted to see you.”“What for?” I said quietly in the doorway.“Hey, listen,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck as if trying to calm himself down. Then he took a step closer to my door, which was half-open. His voice sounded a little heavy, almost like a whispe

I sat on the sofa, wrapping myself in a blanket while two police officers interrogated me. Matthew had been with the police since the sirens stopped in front of the building. He said he was the one who called the police after hearing the commotion from outside my room.The CCTV was off, and the knife that could have been used as evidence because it had Liam's fingerprints on it also disappeared, as if everything had been clearly orchestrated. How could the CCTV not work during the incident? Someone must have tampered with it beforehand. Hearing the officer’s explanation, I had already suspected it. Whoever did it, whether it was Liam or David, they were two people I could never defeat alone and unarmed.All the evidence pointing to David and Liam was gone. Everything was gone. The evidence I had gathered over weeks vanished without a trace."So, you didn’t see what he looked like?"I shook my head. Lied. “They were wearing masks and everything was covered.”“What about his voice?” I s