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?"

the fury

dim

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

and I went to the site where Yvonne disappeared

could finish, Drew erupted in fury, slamming

bulging on his forehead as

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

was hoarse,

a few seconds, but it felt

human drug experiment in Savrow. When she left the place, she

Yvonne had worked near Christopher and indirectly interacted with Grant and Clarice,

the atmosphere inside felt as frigid as the

his voice like a blade

met his gaze directly, enunciating

are you practicing your useless

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