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?"

teeth so hard his gums bled, struggling to contain the fury burning in his chest. Reluctantly, he followed Justin into the

was dim and

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

the site where Yvonne disappeared and found

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

on his

Justin said firmly, gripping Drew's swollen and

voice was hoarse, his blood boiling as though it might burst from

briefly-only a few seconds, but it felt excruciatingly

horrifying human drug experiment in Savrow.

I found her phone at the site. Since Yvonne had worked near Christopher and indirectly interacted with

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

bloodshot eyes toward Justin, his voice like

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

"Justin, are you practicing your

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