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?"

so hard his gums bled, struggling to contain the fury

was dim and

the girl who had once fought beside them, coupled with the image of Bella's tear-streaked face, left a

and I went to the site where Yvonne disappeared and found traces of

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

uncontrollably, veins bulging on his forehead as

calm down," Justin said firmly,

out who did it?" Drew's voice was hoarse, his

few seconds, but

critical piece of evidence at Pivotage. They were documents regarding that horrifying human drug experiment

near Christopher and indirectly interacted with

inside felt as frigid as the depths of winter. Invisible waves of tension roiled in the

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

directly, enunciating

practicing your useless rhetoric on

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