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After hearing Jansen, Liam nodded. "Let's go then." He had not expected that his visit to the Third Prison, originally meant to return the Zenith Token to the old man Dante, would involve such a mess without even seeing the man he came for. However, since he was here, he decided to revisit the place. Following Jansen, Liam stepped into the Third Prison. Meanwhile, Serena had already returned home. Even after some time had passed, she still had not recovered from the earlier events. The mere thought of almost believing Liam’s words filled her with disgust.

Jackson realized that it would be better if he planned everything out very well so that it doesn't end up backfiring. Right now he desperately needs his brother to invest in his company, and when he's done with the investment, he will get Kayla back, and the moment they are back together, he will kill Callan again, and this time he's not going to make the mistake he made the first time, which means he will make sure that Callan is dead.

Why was she not Harley? All night long Jack pondered. He felt so defeated. Jack raised his finger up and pointed towards the corner of the ceiling. He began tracing the floral motif in the air. His arm soon became tired and it flopped down. He sighed and reached into his pocket. Jack pulls out the Joker card that Harley returned. He noticed how worn it looked. The edges were frayed and the colors were faded. He rubbed the card in-between his fingers and started flipping it back and forth. The card slipped from his hand and it came barreling down towards his face. Jack flinched. The cool surface of the card now laid over his right eye. He could see the face of the Joker. It looked darker and

“We don’t need any of it.” I hesitated. “It’s everything I own.” “And it’s everything tying you down,” he replied. “If you go back, you risk getting caught. Is that what you want?” “No,” I admitted. “Then trust me,” he said, reaching for my hand. “We’ll build something new. Together.” I looked at him. At the certainty in his eyes, and at the future he was offering me. Then I nodded. “Okay.” We left not long after.

Not a reunion. Not forgiveness. Not explanations. For now… Seeing Leo laugh. Seeing Naomi smile. Knowing they were safe. That was enough. For now. But fate had its own plans. And fate was already preparing something neither Lucas nor Naomi expected. Cliffhanger The next morning, Leo looked out the school window and suddenly shouted excitedly, "MISS EMMA!" His teacher jumped. "What happened?" Leo pointed outside and smiled brightly. "Batman is back!" And standing across the street… Was Lucas.

I have a final look at Johan, not of fear, but of defiance. I'll come back for you. I know Bella is still out there. And if there's one thing I know for sure, the war has just begun.

We sat there and drank our drinks slowly before getting up and heading to Miniso. I was checking out purses while Ayo was trying out all the sunshades they had. He pouted to the mirror and posed as he switched shades. When he was halfway done, he just picked out two different black ones and came over to me with a leather journal in his hand. “Here,” he placed the mint green journal in my shopping basket. “I didn’t know that they made these.” I said while browsing through the different sets of earphones I found. “Thanks. How’d you even know that I wanted one?”

IN some way, Adelina felt out of sorts as all the while, Jonathan McCurby hadn't sent a message across to her or even visited. She had bargained for an extravaganza— huge bouquet of flowers, a live band probably and whatever Jonathan deems fitting of the moment as it was typical of him to lavish her with exorbitant gubbins all the time. Although, she was aware that he was out of the state and had only just returned to Chicago yesterday. So, she comforted herself in this as the last reason she could think of was the thought screaming in her head — Jonathan had moved on.

He turned toward the cave entrance, glancing back just once. “Your loyalty.”

“Breathe. Don’t leave me like this.” He forced air into her lungs and pressed again, desperate and frantic. But her chest remained still. Her eyes never opened. Lisa Callahan, the heiress who had plotted betrayal and who had promised him a future built from revenge and stolen empires, lay silent. Gone. Peter sat back, drenched and trembling, though his jaw was set tight. The waiter lingered nearby, pale and terrified. “Sir… she—” “No one saw this,” Peter cut him off, his voice low and menacing. His gaze flicked to the unconscious Samuel. “No one knows.”