All Chapters of Unravelling The Billionaire's Mask: Chapter 61 - Chapter 65

“What did you do to him, David?!” I asked, emphasizing every word.The atmosphere was still tense, wrapped in fear. I looked at David with deep disappointment, but also a hint of hope. Hope that I would get the answer I needed. That Jack was okay.“Is he still alive?” I asked again, as if trying to make sure David hadn’t killed him.He stared at me for a moment, before finally reaching out to the edge of the laptop and opening it. Then he moved the cursor around, as if he already knew everything inside that device. The cursor stopped at a folder.Click.The folder opened. Two video files instantly appeared. When one of them was clicked, the screen displayed a dark, shaky surveillance recording. The image steadied after a moment, showing an empty room with grimy walls and dim lighting from a single hanging lamp.There, a man sat on a metal chair. His hands were tied behind his back, his body slumped slightly, his head bowed. His clothes were wrinkled, his face partially hidden in shad

Medical machines stood rigidly beside the bed, each with monitors displaying heart rate graphs, blood pressure, and other vital numbers. The beep... beep... beep... of the heart monitor filled the silence, a constant reminder that Jack was still alive, though only through tubes and wires.The white lights on the ceiling illuminated the room harshly, leaving no space for shadows. IV tubes trailed down from a hanging bag of clear fluid, delivering medication directly into the fragile vein in Jack's weakened arm. A ventilator stood beside the bed.A doctor stood next to Jack’s bed. His face was hidden behind a medical mask. His hands moved swiftly, checking the monitor beside the bed, watching the shifting vital signs. He typed something on the digital tablet in his hand, then carefully adjusted the IV line. Every movement was practiced and calm, yet still showed a sense of care, this wasn’t just routine.“Is he going to be okay?” I asked, worried.The doctor slowly turned to me. His gaze

And just as I stood in front of the door, a guard appeared from the shadows, wearing a black uniform, a flashlight in one hand and a weapon slung over his shoulder.Our eyes met.Instinctively, I took a step back, but the steel door behind me left no space to escape. The guard immediately raised his weapon.He stepped forward slowly. His hand touched the trigger, ready to pull it. I reflexively raised both hands. My legs trembled. My breath caught, as if I was ready to die.“Don’t shoot me,” I said, trembling. “Please…”The guard kept walking forward. The