Blake knew full well that venturing into this meeting, in response to Matt's cryptic late-night call, could very well be a perilous trap. Yet, he had no choice but to confront him. Twenty years had elapsed, and every single moment since the tragic loss of his parents, Blake had relentlessly pursued the truth. Now, standing face to face with the perpetrator, he must not under-estimate Matt."Look at you, Blake, growing up to resemble your father," Matt remarked, his voice tinged with a surprising blend of surprise and sentiment, as if he had not betrayed him in the past. “You looked much like me when I was your age,” he went on. A casual grin danced upon his lips, and Blake was wary of Matt concealing the treachery he had inflicted upon his sister and brother-in-law with some of his father's pack.Blake's gaze narrowed, “You must have ruined your brain from the torment of your guilt, and forgotten that I am your aggrieved nephew,” he told him, cautious of the facade Matt presented. "My

Frustration seethed within Blake, his mind consumed by the elusive figure of Matt, who had been vanished into the labyrinthine depths of the mansion's underground. A surge of impatience coursed through his veins, urging him to exact vengeance upon his traitorous uncle. Yet, the rational part of his being knew that he had to bide his time, that the opportune moment would come.In an attempt to quell the restless fire burning within him, Blake decided to channel his anger into a more productive outlet. Perhaps a vigorous run would exhaust the seething emotions that threatened to consume him. He stood and took off his coat and went out of the mansion. Without a moment's hesitation, he bolted forward, pushing his body to its limits as he sprinted towards the surrounding woods.Every muscle strained as he propelled himself forward, the rapid pounding of his footsteps echoing in his ears. The desire to fully transform into his primal form, to embrace the speed and agility of a wolf on all f

George nodded solemnly, his gaze fixed on Blake. "Yes, that's exactly what I'm implying. I was with Matt among the onlookers during the inauguration. When the shoot-out occurred, resulting in the deaths of your parents, Greta’s parents, and their two right-hand individuals, Matt was taken aback and momentarily frozen. However, he quickly regained his composure and managed to identify the source of the attack. He rushed toward it but I stopped him. I don’t want him get involved in that shooting but his involvement with this group forced him to flee and go into hiding when one of the caught ally sold him as the mastermind of the shoot-out."Blake's mind raced as he tried to piece together the puzzle, his thoughts consumed by the revelation George had shared. He couldn't help but wonder if Lily was aware of this information. "Does Lily know about this?" he asked, his voice filled with a mixture of concern and curiosity."No, neither Lily nor my wife were aware of this matter concerning

Blake hurriedly finished his shower, anticipating that Lily would be waiting for him in his room. However, his heart sank when he discovered she was nowhere to be found. Quickly dressing himself, he rushed downstairs, scanning the surroundings for any sign of Lily. Outside, he spotted Andrew conversing with George, but Lily was conspicuously absent in every direction he looked. Determined to find her, he re-entered the house and checked the kitchen, where Emily and Anne were occupied, but they hadn't seen Lily. With a growing sense of unease, he decided to search Lily's room, finding the door unlocked. Stepping inside, he called out for Lily, but there was no response. Desperate for a glimpse of her, he approached the expansive window overlooking the garden and pool, yet she remained elusive. Continuing his search, he descended to the lower floor and search for Lily there until he reached the basement entrance. Recalling that he had been unable to secure it properly the last time he h

Steadfast and resolute, Mr. Forest, the trusted secretary of Marcus Moore, steered the enterprise with unwavering dedication, ensuring its steady course until the time Blake was ready to step in. The devastating shoot-out incident that claimed his parents' lives when he was just twelve thrust the weight of the company upon his young shoulders. Propelled by his triumphant acquisition of an MBA, Blake Moore, the visionary and sole owner, took over Moore Enterprises, forging an extraordinary path of success.As the city pulsed with vibrant energy, Moore Enterprises crackled with palpable anticipation, eagerly awaiting the imminent and pivotal company meeting. The meeting room, adorned with resplendent furnishings, bathed in a cascade of warm, natural light that embraced every corner through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Taking center stage at the head of the table, Blake exuded a commanding presence, ready to ignite the passion within his team of fiercely dedicated professionals. By his