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Melody responded, her face revealing little emotion. Philip seemed to want to say more, but ultimately decided against it and left. Stepping out of Nolan Manor, he got into his car. The car's interior was cold and cramped, contrasting sharply with the Nolans' warm and welcoming atmosphere. Philip's face became solemn as he recalled the Nolans' unwavering commitment toward apprehending the mastermind behind the kidnapping. His lips tightened unconsciously, and then his pupils dilated sharply. "Sarstite Cruise... That cruise," Philip reflected quietly.

“But I can’t decide your death on behalf of the law. Your death will be sentenced through the proper legal procedure!” Phil cackled. The laugh was chilling. There was grief and despair in his gaze. Unlike his usual savageness, there was something sorrowful about him today. Perhaps a person at the brink of their death would no longer put up an act over their emotions. Zephyr asked, “Phil nelson, you spent all these years in the Hamertons, using Yale and my uncle, approaching Zennie, and using Marcus when he appeared… All these things you've done aren’t just for drug dealing, are they?”

I was also in the hospital for days nursing my injuries. I was assigned to follow and cover the life of an important senator and ended up being one of the witnesses in the most controversial unsolved crime mystery of the times. Until now, the mastermind of that ignoble spot in history has not been punished as yet. Yes, the little fish had been put to prison but leaving the bigger ones, the masterminds out in the streets free.

His is only one of many, including Estephon’s. Philip was buried in Mexico in the village where Maria, Moon’s mother, grew up. A Catholic priest presided. Al burned in an airplane accident, and his body was buried at a private funeral that I wasn’t invited to. I have no idea how Moon pulled off a plane crash with the pilot and Al dead. I never asked. Maybe he has someone on the payroll inside the NTSB. Like the identity of undercover cops—it’s need to know and I’m good with that.

I said, my voice was broken, literally broken. “Unfortunately, that is him, Travis,” Philip replied. I could feel how sorry he was by the sound of his voice. It was cracking, as if there was something stuck on his throat. “And you have to believe me, I mean us, if I say that we completely have no idea who did this to him. We are fucking screwed. You are our only chance to determine what we should do in this trying time,” he even added. But that was trash. And I hated it. I also hated the thought that I was, again, their only hope. Their only chance to think of what they or we should do to solve this. But the way I looked at it, this case, unlike any other past cases that we had went through,

But on the last page, a new name had appeared in ink that looked like dried blood. Philip.

Maybe a drink would help me calm my nerves, but then I realise that I need a clear mind for what is to happen. “No, thank you,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. The woman simply nods at me before turning to walk away. As she leaves, I sit quietly, waiting patiently as I listen to the fire crackle softly, filling the silence. I remain perfectly still, afraid that if I move too much, I will betray how unprepared I feel. This is a mansion. I am here to meet the man I agreed to marry... a complete stranger. All because my mother is dying...

After saying that, he tossed the phone on the coffee table, picked up a glass full of wine, and finished it in one gulp. Philip left the hotel and went straight to another hotel that had already been booked for him. In the hotel suite, Jowin Benson and the other three lords of Flower City were standing behind Philip respectfully. “Young Master Clarke, what shall we do next?” Jowin asked. Philip put his hands behind his back and took a good look at Flower City. It was a big and prosperous city, indeed. He looked at the scenery outside the window with a searing gaze. Then, he turned around, his eyes sweeping across the four people sharply. He asked, “Who do you think Milo Dunley will look for

🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲 Carlos's Pov- My father has been nagging at me since we arrived about meeting María. Something isn't quite right! I have this gut feeling he is up to something but I haven't been able to figure out what that something is as of yet. I swirled the ice around the inside of my glass, Even whiskey wouldn't set me at ease. Nicolas was dead, I made sure of it. But Maria, The sweet Princesa De la Mafia, had been through a traumatic event when she was supposed to be under my protection. I failed her, I failed and she had suffered for it.