It was a pitch-black room, engulfed by an unusual silence. The dim LED bulb hanging from the ceiling was the only source of light. Just below the hanging light, Mr Calypso was sitting on a chair with his hands tied at the back. The corner of his lips was bleeding while a bluish bruise was visible on his cheek. In front of the leader, Oliver Davies, the leader of The Dragon was sitting with his leg crossed over his knee. Other than the two leaders, there were about four of Oliver Davies's bodyguards.  "Adams Calypso, I told you to make sure that your daughter marries Blake Turner's son, but you couldn't even succeed in doing that!" Oliver Davies threw a glass of water in the fit of rage, breaking it. "If this marriage had been successful, The Black Panther would have become an alliance of The Spades, and indirectly the organisation would have also become my alliance since Th

 After returning to the Turner's Mansion, Shadow took James and his unconscious wife to the guest room. An anxious James gently laid his wife on the bed. Kneeling beside her, he held her hand gently in between his palms while a drop of tear escaped from his eyes. He was so distressed that he didn't notice Shadow slipping her hands into her pockets to take out the antidote. "Here," Shadow extended her arm, giving the worried husband the antidote. "Feed her this medicine and she will gain her consciousness within an hour."  "Are you sure?" James Lee asked, holding her wife's hand tightly.  "You have no other option than to believe me," Shadow replied in a stoic voice. She was that type of person who never liked to repeat her words twice. "Take it and fee

 The gentle sunlight, soft and diffused, entered the room. The shafts of sun rays fell on a peacefully sleeping Garaine, disturbing her sleep. Unconsciously, she put her hand on her eyes, trying to get some more sleep. The sweet melody of the chirping birds reached her ears, making her move in her sleep. Slowly, she opened her eyes. Suddenly, the scenes of the previous day flashed in her mind, making her remember her situation. She had such a sound sleep that she forgot her situation for a moment.  "Ah, when did I fall asleep?" She mumbled, rubbing her eyes. "I thought I won't be able to sleep the entire night. But it's great that I fell asleep." Abruptly, her eyes fell on the blanket on her body. Frowning, she looked at the blanket. "Huh? As far as I remember, I didn't take it when I lay on the bed. Did Mr Turner…" She looked around the room only to realize that Weyl

  "Ah...I am so tired," Garaine let out a deep breath before flopping on her bed. Snuggling into her pillow, she closed her eyes for a brief moment. "I really wanna take a nice nap."   "Then take a nap," Weylin said, walking inside the hotel room. "I'll wake you up after an hour."    Unbuttoning the first button of his green tropical print shirt, he sat comfortably on the couch, leaning against it.  Running his fingers through his hair, relaxing.    "What are you going to do now?" Garaine asked, glancing at her husband while propping on her elbows.    "Oh, I have to go through some files," Weylin replied, closing his eyes for a brief moment. He kept running his fingers against his sc

 "Well, Mr Turner, can I tell Lucia that I am married?" Garaine asked, fidgeting, sitting on the couch of their hotel room.  "Hm?" Weylin, who just came out of the bathroom while wiping his face, gazed at her. "Alright." "Huh?" Garaine's eyes bulged out at his affirmation. She didn't expect him to agree that easily. "Is it really okay if I let her know?" "Yeah," Weylin replied casually, not minding her surprised facial expressions. Helping himself with a glass of water, he stood facing her while resting his back against the edge of the table. "We are in Hawaii and it has been a day since we got married. So it's okay." "Thank you," Garaine smiled.