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. Reluctantly, he followed Justin into the

interior was dim

who had once fought beside them, coupled with

I went to the site where Yvonne disappeared and

erupted in fury, slamming

body trembled uncontrollably, veins bulging on his forehead as sweat glistened and rolled down

firmly, gripping Drew's

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

seconds, but

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

indirectly

yet the atmosphere inside felt as frigid as the depths of winter. Invisible waves of

eyes toward Justin, his voice like a blade

directly, enunciating each word. "But

snarled, jerking his hand away violently. "Justin, are you practicing your useless rhetoric on

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