103| Our little plan is working

A dimly lit office was cloaked in shadows as a figure dressed entirely in black slipped inside, moving with an unsettling grace that seemed to meld with the darkness.

With a swift, silent glide, the intruder approached the desk, where a solitary lamp cast a weak glow over the polished surface.

With a deliberate stride, he approached the lone figure seated at the desk, a woman whose features were veiled by the murky gloom.

Without a word, the intruder placed a thick file onto the desk, the sound of it landing echoing softly in the stillness of the room.

The file, ominously labeled with the name "Nelson," seemed to pulse with unseen menace as if it held the secrets of a thousand dark nights.

"I have everything you need to know about Nelson and his precious family," the man declared, his voice a sinister murmur that hung heavy in the air. "And Olivia," he continued with a chilling smirk, his eyes glinting with malice. "Their reunion will be short-lived, I assure you. Family ties are e