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

was dim and

who had once fought beside them, coupled with

to the site where Yvonne disappeared and

Justin could finish, Drew erupted in fury, slamming his fists against

uncontrollably, veins bulging on his forehead as sweat

down," Justin said firmly, gripping Drew's swollen

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

a few seconds, but

of evidence at Pivotage. They were documents regarding that horrifying human drug experiment in Savrow. When she left the place, she

site. Since Yvonne had worked near Christopher and indirectly interacted with Grant and Clarice, we

car's heater was on full blast, yet the atmosphere inside felt as frigid as the

them both of them." Drew turned his bloodshot eyes toward Justin, his voice like a blade scraping through stone. "Do you

gaze directly, enunciating

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

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