บททั้งหมดของ FASHION AND CRIME: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 75

He tried to close his eyes, trying to erase the image he had just seen, and he gripped the wheel tighter though the engine was off. He gritted his teeth, and his eyes burned with bitterness as the image of Sylvania hugging that stranger replayed in his mind. He muttered under his breath, shaking his head. “Who the hell is he?” He felt his heart beating louder, and he took a slow breath trying to calm himself.Several thoughts rushed through him…as he thought of walking to the apartment, knocking at her door and ask her directly who the hell the man was. Another idea tempted him, as he just thought of leaving and pretending none of this ever happened. But the one that got him deep really raised the frag as het thought of catching this man on camera. If he couldn’t face them inside, he would wait outside. He would wait as long as it took and snap pictures when the man left. Then he would know who he was. Russell pressed his lips together, nodding to himself at his new plan. His eyes wer

Victor leaned back in his chair, blowing a thin stream of smoke toward the ceiling. His eyes were still fixed on Titan. “Don’t waste time. Get me more. Zagaff won’t hide forever. If this man is walking in the streets… then he’s too close to slip again.”Titan nodded once. “Understood.”Victor smiled like he didn’t want to. “Good. Bring me something solid, Titan. And when you do…Zagaff will finally pay his debt.”Titan gave a short nod, then turned and left the room.Back at Marco’s office, Titan pushed the door open and stepped inside. Marco was still at his desk, flipping through files, and his eyes lifted quickly when Titan walked in.“Your phone,” Titan said, handing it back.Marco took it with a small sigh of relief. “Thanks.”Titan didn’t leave right away, and his face was now serious. “Give me the number of the person who sent you those photos.”Marco hesitated for a moment, then typed quickly on a notepad. He tore the sheet and handed it over. “It was my brother, Russell. He mi

Macholo’s serious face softened for a moment. “Thank you,” he said, and his deep voice sounded quieter than usual. “Thank you for guarding him.”Sylvania’s lips parted. “I couldn’t leave him.”Macholo nodded once. “You should go home now. I’ll take over from here.”She hesitated…her eyes lingering on Zagaff, but finally she nodded. “Take care of him.”Macholo’s answer was short. “Always.”Sylvania walked out even though she didn’t want to.Outside, she waved down a taxi. The yellow car pulled up, and she slipped inside. “Elm Street Apartments,” she whispered.The driver nodded. “On it.”Rain started sprinkling against the windows. She leaned back, closing her eyes for a moment.When the taxi stopped, Sylvania stepped out after paying the driver. When she turned toward her apartment, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing as her parents were standing right on her doorstep.Her mother, Catherine, gasped. Tears spilled on her face as she rushed forward, wrapping her arms around Sylvani