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In the security control room of Mansion Leon, the atmosphere is tense. Leon, the owner of the luxurious house, sits in front of a large computer screen, his face pale with unavoidable fatigue.His wife, Arren, has disappeared without a trace. Leon's anxiety deepens over time. He can't fathom how Arren is living out there without his protection."Which area are you checking now?" Leon asks the security head, his voice trembling, as they tirelessly try to trace his missing wife.The experienced security head looks serious while checking data on the computer screen. "We've examined every possible escape route, sir. Unfortunately, so far, we haven't found any definite leads."Leon runs his hands through his hair roughly. His breath seems rushed, and his face reddens with suppressed anger.He tries to stay calm, but losing Arren is the greatest disaster of his life. They've been together for so long, and now, Leon feels like he's lost half of his soul."Damn it!" Leon slams his hand on the
The ship desired by Leon is currently on its journey. While waiting, Leon intends to bid farewell to Ford, his trusted confidant. They meet in the city center, spending time chatting before Leon has to sail far away the next day."Boss!" Ford calls from the entrance. Leon is already at the bar, hurriedly finishing his first drink. The alcohol's impact causes a headache, but eventually, Leon begins to savor the created pleasure.Ford approaches Leon, sitting beside him, carefully observing his friend. The once ruthless mafia boss appears vulnerable and unrecognizable, affected by a severe heartbreak."Have you found Madam, Boss?" Ford inquires, delving deeper into Arren, the cause behind the boss's dramatic change.Leon shakes his head, his eyes staring blankly into the amber-colored drink. "I've only found a trace. That's why I'll confirm it soon."Ford nods, knowing Leon won't change his mind. However, his concern remains; Leon's current mental state is in a steep decline, something F
The following day, the sunlight slowly penetrated Arren's wide-open window. Its warmth gently greeted her peacefully sleeping face. Arren had spent the night in tranquility after the care provided by the doctor the previous evening.Beside her bed, Clark sat, asleep but alert, as if he had stayed awake all night just for Arren. Clark suddenly opened his eyes when the sunlight began to shine on his face. His eyes immediately searched for Arren, who was only three steps ahead.With great care, he ensured that the girl was okay. "Thank goodness," he murmured in relief. Before long, Arren started waking up, stretching slowly before opening her eyes. When her gaze refocused, she saw the familiar face."Clark..." she murmured, smiling weakly.He warmly smiled in response. "Good morning, Arren. How are you feeling?"Arren nodded slowly, leaning on the pillow behind her. "I feel much better now. Thank you, Clark."Clark felt relieved to hear that. "No need to thank me. I just did what I had to
The following day, tension still enveloped Mansion Rossie. Clark and the search team continued to struggle to trace the whereabouts of Madam Rossie.Any clues that could lead them to Madam Rossie would soon be sought.Clark wouldn't give up easily, as Madam's life could be in danger."Let's go back to Madam's room," Clark suggested, trying to find more profound clues.They agreed and began moving towards the second floor, towards Madam's room.Madam's room was an elegant space filled with luxurious antique items. Golden-laid wooden furniture adorned the room with beautiful wall decorations.Arren had spent a lot of time with her grandmother there when she was young. Arren enjoyed listening to stories of the past and wise advice from her back when she was vibrant.However, in that room, no clues were pointing to Madam's whereabouts anywhere.They quickly left the empty room and retraced the route usually taken by Madam Rossie.Their steps halted upon reaching the kitchen near the servan
Clark, who received his first task from the young Miss, excitedly stepped forward.He was pleased to be recognized as one of Miss's right-hand men, even if it was only verbally.But, that was not his concern at the moment, as the entire Rossie estate was under threat.Since the Grand Lady began showing symptoms of pre-dementia, everything changed.The Grand Lady was a respected figure in the Rossie Mansion, but now she barely recognized her own grandchildren."Now, tell me, when did the Grand Lady start behaving like this?" Clark asked the head of security, whom he had entrusted to guard the Grand Lady.The security head shook his head wearily."The Lady has been suffering from pre-dementia for a year, sir. The symptoms are worsening, especially after Miss Abigail changed her personal doctor."Clark clenched his jaw, sensing deception in the plans of the Grand Lady's daughter-in-law.He knew Abigail Rossie was cunning and had hidden agendas for her own gain."Trace that suspicious new
"Mmh..." groaned Arren as Leon began to caress her slender, hair-free neck after she had just let her hair down into a ponytail."Darling, you look stunning..." praised Leon, leaving traces of love on Arren's milky white skin, his wife.Bite after bite, combined with increasingly racing breaths, made Arren's heart race.He always knew how to ignite her passion."Ah..." sighed Arren, now lying naked. Leon's fingers seemed to part the evening gown she was wearing, discarding it effortlessly."You look even more beautiful like this," he murmured, beginning to savor the pristine skin of his wife, passionately and meaningfully.Arren writhed, trying to resist the rush of blood to her head. However, she eventually succumbed."I'll enter now..." said Leon, already prepared.He slowly inserted himself into Arren's core, then moved with fervor."Akh..." she moaned with indescribable pleasure, as if she had been anticipating this moment for a long time.Arren wriggled surrenderingly, but she in
Morning in the peaceful Rossie Mansion suddenly turned tense.Cheers from a crowd at the gate tore through the usual morning calm.A mob of people, including men, women, and children, appeared crowded at the entrance of the Rossie Mansion.They seemed eager to push in and create a commotion. They had been waiting there since dawn to set foot in the Rossie Mansion.The guards at the gate struggled to maintain order. The crowd attempting to enter grew in number, becoming increasingly difficult to control."We want to see Lady Rossie!" shouted a man with a loud voice, causing the chaos to escalate.With anger, he seemed eager to demand accountability from the Lady who appeared to neglect them.Sworn words and other shouts echoed, making the guards more overwhelmed. They didn't know how to handle this growing crowd.Inside the Rossie Mansion, Arren was awakened by the commotion outside."Oh my! What's happening?" she asked in confusion, as the shouts from outside were loud enough to be hea
Arren was shocked by the blood that suddenly poured out profusely outside her clothes."Miss!!!" shouted the guard who realized that rioters were starting the attack."Shane!" Arren screamed because apparently, she wasn't the one who was stabbed by the mysterious man."No–miss," whispered Shane, who had now collapsed covered in blood. It was he, who had been stabbed and now, the blood gushed out through his shirt."Call a doctor! Hurry!" Arren shouted, immediately pressing Shane's stab wound with her torn shirt.The atmosphere became very tense there, Clark immediately lifted Shane's body to a safer location, while waiting for the medical team to arrive.Arren was truly devastated by this sudden incident. She couldn't cry due to shock. Arren's entire body was shaking with an unimaginably pale face. When the mysterious man approached, the sharp weapon that threatened Arren had been repelled by Shane's body. Before the man could take action, Shane nimbly threw himself in front of the yo