All Chapters of May We Never Meet Again: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

“How dare you sit there and watch one of your boys, that bastard called Inspector Ford, meddle in my affairs?” Nathan’s voice exploded the moment the call connected, his anger pouring through the line without restraint. He stood beside his desk, one hand gripping the receiver tightly while the other pressed hard against the polished wood surface, his knuckles whitening from the force.On the other end, the man receiving the call remained silent for a brief second before responding. “Mr. Mills,” Commissioner Harold Whitaker said, his voice calm and measured, carrying the authority of a man used to power but careful in how he exercised it. “What are you talking about? What did Inspector Ford do this time?”Nathan didn’t respond immediately.There was a pause.A dangerous one.Then he let out a short, humorless chuckle, the sound low and filled with disbelief. “You seriously don’t have an idea?” he asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm before he continued without waiting for a response.

On his way driving back from the bar, Marcel gripped the steering wheel firmly, his eyes fixed on the road ahead as the city stretched before him in its usual busy rhythm, yet his mind was far from the traffic, far from the honking horns and passing lights. There was a strange mix of emotions stirring within him, something he hadn’t felt in a long time, not since before he became entangled in Nathan Mills’ world. He felt relieved, deeply relieved, and at the same time, a quiet guilt gnawed at him from within. The relief came from the simple fact that he had done something good, something that wasn’t tied to violence, intimidation, or destruction. It had been so long since he had allowed himself to act out of conscience rather than command, and even though it was just a warning, it felt significant to him. But the guilt lingered because he knew the kind of man he worked for, and he knew that if Nathan ever found out about what he had just done, there would be consequences, not just

Inside the van, the atmosphere was nothing like the violence they had just left behind. The men were in high spirits, their voices loud and filled with excitement as they celebrated what they clearly saw as a successful mission. The engine hummed steadily beneath them as the vehicle sped through the road, cutting across the quiet stretch that led away from the woods. Laughter echoed within the confined space, rough and careless, as though the lives they had taken meant nothing more than a story to boast about.One of the men seated at the back leaned forward slightly, his voice animated as he began to recount his part in the attack. “You should have seen the way he dropped,” he said with a grin, gesturing with his hands as though replaying the moment in the air. “The idiot didn’t even have time to react before I put him down. Just one shot and he was gone.”The others burst into laughter immediately, their voices overlapping as they reacted to his story, some clapping him on the

“Have you gone insane, Sergeant?” Gerald demanded, his voice rising sharply with disbelief and anger as he stared at Daniel, his chest rising and falling heavily from the intensity of everything that had just happened. “Or is this some kind of joke?”“This is no joke, Inspector Ford,” Daniel replied firmly, his tone controlled and cold, his posture straight as he faced Gerald without flinching. “We’re here not just for rescue, but on order for your arrest—”“On what crime?” Gerald cut in sharply before he could finish, his eyes narrowing as he took a step forward, his anger now fully evident in his expression.Daniel paused for a brief moment, as though measuring his words carefully, his gaze steady on Gerald. The tension between them thickened, the surrounding officers standing alert, their hands still resting on their weapons as they watched the exchange unfold.“On dealings and possession of illegal firearms, and drugs,” Daniel finally said, his voice firm and clear, each word lan

“What problem? Speak!” the commissioner snapped sharply, his voice cutting through the room with authority as he turned fully toward Daniel, his expression tightening with irritation at the sudden interruption.Daniel swallowed, the tension visible in his face as he struggled to maintain composure under the weight of the moment. “Sir… I just got a call,” he began, his voice slightly unsteady despite his effort to remain professional. “There’s been an accident with the police car conveying Charlotte back home.”The words landed heavily.Silence followed immediately.The commissioner froze, his expression stiffening as the implication of those words settled in. For a brief second, even the air in the room seemed to stop moving.Nathan stood still as well. Completely frozen.The confidence that had surrounded him just moments ago seemed to vanish, replaced by something else, something raw and unguarded. His jaw tightened slightly, and for the first time in a long while, his composure