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?"

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

was dim and oppressively

to Justin, but the memory of the girl who had once fought beside them, coupled with the image of Bella's tear-streaked

site where Yvonne disappeared and found

erupted in fury, slamming his fists against the car

uncontrollably, veins bulging on his

said firmly, gripping Drew's swollen and bloodied

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

seconds,

human drug experiment in

Christopher and indirectly interacted

frigid as the depths of winter. Invisible waves of

his bloodshot eyes toward Justin, his voice like a

met his gaze directly, enunciating each word.

violently. "Justin, are you practicing your useless rhetoric on me?

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