Lahat ng Kabanata ng May We Never Meet Again: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

The moment the car stopped, Charlotte barely had time to steady herself before the door was opened from outside. The two men who had picked her up didn’t say a word. One stood aside, the other gestured forward.“Move.”Charlotte stepped out slowly, her heart pounding, her mind racing through a hundred possibilities at once. The tall gates behind her closed with a heavy metallic sound that echoed like a warning.Nathan’s mansion.She hadn’t been here in months. Not since everything fell apart.Back then, it felt like a place filled with warmth, laughter, quiet evenings, and promises whispered under dim lights. Now, it looked cold. Foreign. Like it belonged to someone she didn’t know anymore.The marble floors stretched endlessly beneath her feet as the men led her inside. Every step felt heavier than the last.The doors opened.Nathan stood in the living room, his back to them, his tall figure framed by the wide glass windows. His hands were tucked into his pockets, his posture stiff,

Nathan sat still, his eyes locked on the officers as they stepped into the restaurant with an authority that immediately disrupted the carefully controlled atmosphere he had created. The soft music in the background suddenly felt out of place, almost mocking the tension that now filled the room.Marcel and the other two men standing behind Nathan straightened instantly, their posture alert as they waited for his signal. Their eyes moved cautiously between the officers and their boss, ready to act at the slightest command.The man leading the officers stepped forward with calm confidence, his gaze scanning the table before settling on Charlotte.“Are you Ms. Charlotte Dean?” the officer asked, his tone firm and official.Charlotte’s heart skipped.For a second, she felt like she couldn’t breathe. Her fingers tightened slightly against the edge of the table as all eyes turned to her.“Y-Yes, I’m,” she replied, her voice trembling despite her effort to remain composed.Nathan’s jaw tigh

"Are you threatening me now?!" Gerald cut in sharply, his voice exploding with controlled rage that immediately shifted the tension in the air dramatically and dangerously.In one swift movement, he stepped forward aggressively and seized Nathan by the collar roughly, his grip tightening around his neck as he shoved him back hard against the side of the car with considerable force. The impact produced a dull thud that echoed slightly in the tense silence that followed immediately afterward.Nathan's back pressed firmly against the vehicle, but he did not resist at all.Instead, he slowly lifted both hands in the air in a gesture that was almost mocking in its calmness, and then he began to laugh.With a quiet, unsettling amusement that only fueled Gerald's anger even more intensely.Around them, the atmosphere changed instantly and dramatically.Nathan's men reacted without hesitation or delay whatsoever.Weapons were drawn in a split second.The metallic clicks of guns being cocked

“Am I under arrest, Inspector Ford?” Charlotte asked, her voice carrying a mix of fear and uncertainty as her eyes moved from Gerald to the other officer standing beside him, who held a small notepad and pen, ready to document every word spoken in the room.Charlotte was seated opposite Inspector Gerald Ford in his office that same night, not long after they arrived at the station. The room was modest but orderly, with a large wooden desk separating them, files stacked neatly at one corner, and a dim overhead light casting a steady glow that made everything feel both official and slightly intimidating. The quiet hum of activity from outside the office filtered faintly through the walls, reminding her that this was a place where serious matters were handled daily.The journey to the station hadn't been easy for her.As the police car moved through the night, Charlotte had grown increasingly restless. She sat in the back seat, her fingers clasped tightly together as she stared out of

The next morning arrived quietly, but for Inspector Gerald Ford, there was nothing calm about it.The early sunlight filtered through the tall buildings as his car came to a stop outside Charlotte’s apartment complex. He stepped out, his mind already running through possibilities, questions, and loose ends that refused to settle.Something wasn’t right.From everything Charlotte had said the night before, from the fear in her voice, from the way Nathan had acted, Gerald knew this case was far from ordinary. It wasn’t just about abduction anymore. It was deeper, messier, and far more dangerous than it appeared on the surface.He made his way upstairs quickly, his footsteps firm against the tiled floor. When he reached her apartment door, he paused briefly before pushing it open.The moment he stepped inside, his instincts kicked in immediately.The place was a mess.Drawers were pulled out and left hanging open. Clothes were scattered across the floor. Cushions had been ripped apart a