His Regret: I Am Untouchable Now のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

SERAPHINASomewhere in the distance, something was breaking.Not loudly, but visible. The exact moment everything began to fall apart.From the car, I watched clenched fists and jaws, with calmness that comes with anticipation of the irreversible happening.The tension came not from the actions, but from what was about to happen.A “kill or be killed” feeling lurked in the atmosphere. Jasper was the first to move; his usual calculated composure was completely shattered. I saw a hurt ego.“How dare you!” he barked.His eyes were wide, panicked, and darting, that desperate look that showed terror.It was all a twist space between fight or flight. Every person there was a weapon waiting to be aimed.And the best part? None of them realized they were exactly where I needed them to be.“Let me go..” Quinn struggled.Meeting Jasper with a roaring, unfiltered rage, her face was impassive, but her pulse hammered visibly in her throat.Her thick brows furrowed, and her eyes blazed at her targe

QUINNMy gaze shifted instinctively to the edge of the room.I thought my eyes were playing tricks the first time I saw the flash of light just above the doorway.And for a moment, my new peaceful home was no longer safe.“Why are you standing like that and just watching?” Morrison asked.I raised a finger to my lips, “Don’t”, my voice barely above a whisper. “We are not alone.”He shifted closer, “What is that? You saw anybody?”“Almost,” I said, “the light flashed and faintly reflected two figures hiding over there.” I pointed at the doorway, “I saw them.”Morrison darted his eyes around the room, his nose shifted as if he was trying to sniff out the suspects. I followed his eyes and didn’t even see when the gun appeared.My heart slammed hard, not the fear of a gun. But the realization that he came prepared for something like this.“Let me handle it. Stay here,” he said.He took gentle steps, aiming the gun directly at nothing, but straight and steady. His body angled, and his att

MORRISONI should have walked away the moment she confessed. Instead, I brought her deeper in.Walking side by side with Quinn, I found myself wondering why I was going all out for her.This is the same woman who rejected me, chose another man over me, even when I literally begged her to allow me to show her just how much she meant to me.Perhaps I was the second choice and backup plan, and I allowed myself to be just that.“Did you hear what I said?”Her thin voice snapped me from my wandering world.“I am just thinking of the better way to follow this up,” I lied.I took a turn to the left side of the building, which housed the VIP area, and she followed quietly. I didn’t ask what she said earlier, and she didn’t reiterate either.We arrived at one of the rooms where she would stay for the meantime. It was at the far end of the hallway, highly luxurious. A 5-star.“Why are you doing all these for me? Helping me?” she asked.“Am I? I replied.Quinn turned and walked slowly to the win

MORRISONThe silence wasn’t empty; it was loaded.Looking at his face, I could see the uneasiness and alertness. But he hid it under a smile.Jasper circled me, enough to remind me he thought he still had control. He exhaled the smoke from the cigarette directly on me.I stood still, my face lowered to the ground. Waiting for the first blow or kick. Or some men coming out to strangle me.But it didn’t happen. Jasper did not do any of such.“You are not going to push? No ambush or cheap shots?” I taunted, “You are losing your touch.”He laughed out loud, the kind that reechoed in the empty warehouse. “Why should I? I think we should agree that we are best of enemies.”Best of enemies? Silly! Whatever he meant by that.“You are already late,” he said.My eyes narrowed. “What do you mean by that?”He laughed. “I know your coming back is not a coincidence. But whoever is leading you, be very careful.”He tapped my shoulder from behind. “I am giving you that advice as a best enemy. You hav

MORRISONI stood in front of the glass wall of my dimly lit office, watching my reflection as if it could answer me.Because tonight, I wasn’t just looking for information. I was looking for the truth someone was trying hard to bury.The light emanating from three large monitors cast a cold, gray glow on my body.I took a deep breath and turned around, focusing my attention on the primary screen where documents were loaded.I then walked gently to the workspace chair and took a seat. Every second felt borrowed as I waited for my head of security.A mug of cold coffee sat untouched beside the sprawling network diagram taped to the wall, with detailed routers and firewalls needed to bypass security.My fingers hovered over the keyboard, ready to dig through deleted logs and hidden partitions to uncover the true identity of “Quinn Ledger.”Minutes later, the door clicked open, and my head of security entered.“Good evening, Sir,” he bowed as he greeted respectfully.“Welcome, Alex,” I poi