When Drew received the news, he had just returned to the city where his organization was based. He did not even report to work yet.

Instead, he caught the earliest red-eye flight back to Savrow.

The moment he stepped out of the airport terminal, a row of black luxury sedans awaited him at the entrance.

Justin and Ian stood in front of the lead car, having waited for some time. The cold, biting wind of the winter night blew by, tousling their hair.

Their gazes locked and the oppressive atmosphere was thick with hostility.

Drew had a crazed, murderous look on his face.

"Drew, get in. We need to talk," Justin said in a low voice, his gaze steady and intense.

Drew's once clear and sharp eyes were now bloodshot. "I'm going to find my wife."

"That's exactly why I'm here. Get in. Let's talk," Justin turned, his voice carrying an unshakable weight. "You won't find her by rushing in blindly. You know that, right?"

hard his gums bled, struggling to contain the fury burning in his chest. Reluctantly,

dim and

not have been directly connected to Justin, but the memory of the girl who had once fought beside them, coupled with the image of Bella's tear-streaked face, left

and I went to the site where

erupted in fury, slamming

his forehead as sweat glistened and rolled down

Justin said firmly, gripping Drew's swollen and

out who did it?" Drew's voice was hoarse, his blood boiling as though it might burst from his

seconds, but it felt

human drug experiment in Savrow. When she

near Christopher and indirectly interacted with Grant and Clarice, we suspect that those who captured her are likely

the atmosphere inside felt as frigid as the depths of winter. Invisible waves

Drew turned his bloodshot eyes toward Justin, his voice like a

his gaze directly, enunciating each word. "But I'll stop

hand away violently. "Justin, are you practicing your useless rhetoric on me? Do you think I'm joking? My wife

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