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He listened in silence, his expression growing grimmer with every passing second. "She was watching a video?" he repeated. Another pause. "She was crying?" Mr. Oh closed his eyes briefly. "What video was it?" He listened again, then sighed heavily. "The CCTV couldn't capture what was on her screen?" A beat of silence. "Very well. Thank you." He ended the call and turned sharply to Mac. "Where is Young Mistress's phone?" "In the car," Mac replied, confused but alarmed by the urgency in Mr. Oh's voice. "Let's go."

That night, the sky above the hospital was pitch black, devoid of a single star. In a narrow, dimly lit alley just adjacent to the hospital’s private VIP garage, a massive, muscular man stood motionless in the shadows. He wore a thick black hoodie pulled low over his forehead, blending seamlessly into the dark corners of the concrete walls. His chest heaved with slow, deliberate breaths as his bloodshot eyes remained glued to a sleek, dark sports car parked under the faint yellow streetlight, Julian Vane's car.

I said. Immediately, one of the men yanked my hair back and punched me across the face. Blood dripped from my lips. “I’ve been watching you from the shadows, Ethan. You have no idea what kind of game you’re trying to play with the Blackwoods. Watch your back while you still can,” Caspian warned calmly. The calmness in his voice made my stomach churn. It confirmed what I already suspected—the Blackwoods were far worse than they appeared. “I’m not sleeping with Marlene. If I were, I wouldn’t hide it,” I said. His eyes darkened.

He sat across from Roman and turned the screen toward him. Roman pressed his lips together, teeth grinding as the video loaded. “That’s the footage of the stabbed man in Klara’s story,” Davin said. Roman leaned forward, eyes sharp, unblinking. “What’s going on?” He snapped. “Nothing is happening.” “Just keep watching, Mr Blackwood.” Roman’s expression stayed unreadable—until it didn’t. On screen, the hooded figure stepped out of the shadows. The “stabbed” man shifted. Too easily. Too deliberately. The hooded figure reached down, pulling him up. They spoke casually and shared what seemed like laughter.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 The yacht lurched as a drone dived low with its slipstream rattling the mahogany panels of the cabin. The calm, bourbon-smooth face of Silas Blackwood finally cracked. He turned toward the navigation screen with his violet eyes narrowing at the digital image of Julian Thorne’s mocking face.

replied, “Good, I prefer a quick fight.” The group surrounded me, raising their iron rods to strike at me with all their might. With a swift motion, I slashed my dagger across their wrists, using my last ounce of strength to push myself off the ground and kick towards them. Thud! Several of them fell to the ground. Suddenly, a rumbling sound echoed nearby. “Not good, someone’s coming! Let’s go!” More than a dozen men in black jumped off the truck, but just as they were about to escape, a blinding light shone down on them. A group of armed individuals aimed their dark guns at the men, while a helicopter hovered above. A tall, stern-looking man stepped out of a vehicle. An overwhelming pressu

By the time I was 16, I had already hacked, stolen, killed, and destroyed a few people’s lives. “This is why he nicknamed me ‘Black Widow’. I could get in, infect, and disappear without anyone knowing until it was too late.” I whisper, avoiding looking at Lia. “Granted, it wasn’t something I was entirely comfortable with, except for a few like Angelo’s father. They deserved it, but ultimately it was all just to so-called ’help’ my uncle, the boss, cover his ass due to his gambling and whatever other bullshit he was doing.” She runs her hands through her head, careful not to mess it up too much or her perfectly made-up face, heaving a heavy sigh.

*SKILLS: JACK-OF-ALL-TRADES; EXPERT ON IMPROVISED BOMBS *ACCOMPLICE: ANYONE *ULTIMATE OBJECTIVE: ARREST WITH EVIDENCE I read as Hawkeye checked his laptop. We are now inside a van doing last minute discussions on what to do. While he, Black Dragon was just sitting inside his car, a few feet away from us. He’s checking his car’s built-in computer as Hawkeye sent the information to him. I smirked. Expert on improvised bombs. Who’s another expert on that? It’s none other than me. The Topgun will take the “Big Boss” down. I chuckled. Hawkeye looked at me. “Something wrong hyung? I mean, Topgun?” he asked.

Storage unit 247 sat in the middle of an industrial wasteland, surrounded by identical metal boxes that baked under the noon sun. Raven pulled her car into the dusty lot, scanning for any signs of surveillance or trap. The Diamondbacks weren't known for their subtlety, but Venom struck her as the type who preferred chess to checkers. Her phone buzzed: Blue Honda, license plate starts with 7G. Keys under rear bumper. Drive to Pier 19, warehouse with the red door. Leave package on desk, take envelope. One hour. - V