Harvey gets inside Kian's car and waits for him to put on his belt and start the vehicle. He notices how tense he is. Kian is usually smiling and making jokes, but he's silent today. He keeps tapping the steering wheel with his hand. He's nervous. "It must be a shock for you," Harvey tells him.
"Why are you crying, Harvey?" Leo pouts and caresses his hair. "It's my fault your dad got shot," Harvey replies with a shaky voice, "I'm so sorry," he rests his head on Leo's chest, and the child pats his back. "It's okay, Harvey," Leo whispers with his soft voice, "It's not your fault." Harve
Kian and his mother leave the chemotherapy room and wait for the elevator. They're a little relieved as the doctor said she's starting to get better thanks to the treatment. The elevator doors open, and Kian is surprised to see someone unexpected. "Oh, isn't he your friend?" his mother asks, "Hi
Tyler pulls the man's neck from the water basin and slaps his cheek, "Still not talking?" he mutters. "Not a fucking word," the man mumbles with a breathless voice. Even after fifteen minutes of drowning his face in the water, he doesn't give up. He looks at Tyler with a mischievous smile. "You wo
Tyler parks the car in front of Will's house and calls him. He closes his eyes and takes deep breaths. The bodyguard tries as much as he can to forget what's going on in the mansion. He spent his time with the captives in the grey room, and it's starting to affect him. William needs to have a goo
"Good," Harvey gulps when he sees that the bruises on his cheeks and jawline darkened. "And you?" "Much better," replies Eden with a comforting smile, "I can finally go back home," "By the way, did you talk to Grayson? I think it's better if you stay in the mansion during the next few days," Ed
Henry drives Harvey and Eden back to the mansion. The maids take care of his bag, and Harvey helps him walk. His lower abdomen still hurts, and he needs more rest. The doctor said it might take a few more weeks before he can finally move normally. Henry opens the door, and they get welcomed by dark
Grayson sips his drink as he enjoys the music playing in the nightclub. He's wearing a burgundy suit, and his hair is slicked back. He crosses his legs and slowly taps his fingers on the table as he watches his target's every single movement. His blackmailing method always works. The captives gave h