A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

When Matilda felt the cool touch of the fingers, it was like her entire being ignited in an instant, the following moments slipping beyond thought and into the realm of the uncontrollable.

Mason, with his other hand hanging idly by his side, suddenly tightened his grip. pulling Matilda into the bathtub. The shock of cold water against her skin snapped her back to a brief moment of lucidity.

But it was akin to a drop in the bucket.

Elsewhere, Yvan had just finished a meal with a business associate and was heading toward the underground parking when he spotted Troy skulking around.

Instinctively, he asked, “Who’s that? Looks familiar.”

“That’s Micah’s son.” Yvan’s companion replied, “Micah’s a decent man, but it’s a shame about his son. Up to no good, I bet.”

“Is that so.” Yvan responded indifferently, just as Troy approached, greasing up to them with a too– eager hello. Yvan returned the greeting with a cool detachment, offering nothing more.

But it was Troy who broke the silence, “Mr. Boyd, have you seen a woman on your way down here?”

“A woman?”

Yvan, about to walk away, paused as he looked at Troy, bewildered, “What woman?”

Troy approached with a sly smile, replying, “I slipped a little something to a dame I fancy, you know.”

Disgusted by Troy’s leering face. Yvan wondered if the man had any brains at all. Did he really think everyone operated on the same base instincts as him?

Troy, oblivious to Yvan’s revulsion, carried on, “But just as I was shaking off the old man, she disappeared. What a drag.”

Yvan, not wanting to involve himself with Troy any further and demean his own standards, was about to leave with his associate when Troy muttered something that stopped Yvan dead in his tracks.

He said, “Strange, where did Ms. Thompson go? Surely Mason didn’t swoop in and

cash in on my tuck?”

Ms. Thompson, Mason?!

A thunderous boom seemed to explode in Yvan’s ears. He snapped back to reality his eyes turned cold and sharp as daggers, “Pepeat what you just sag

“M–Mr. Boyd,” Troy stumbled backward, intimidated by the murderous inRARE HI Yvan’s eyes, “I said, Ms. Thompson…she might have been, pk ked up by lizen You don’t know her, do you?”

“Which Ms. Thompson?!” Yvan only felt his heart lurch, his adrenaline surged at Troy’s words.

“Uh…I’m not sure which one. It’s just…the designer my dad was dealing with the They call her…Dawn, I think,”

As soon as these words left Troy’s mouth, Yvan’s face underwent a rapid transformation, a killing intent flickering across his eyes, a chitting fury taking told.

Troy, frightened by Yvan’s volatile emotions, stood frozen as Yvan lunged forward, grabbing him by the collar with a threatening glare, “You dared to drug he NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

“She…what’s so special about her?” Troy, defiant even in the face of danger, retortes, “Her luck, catching my eye!”

Yvan pinned Troy against the wall, his gaze piercing him for a long moment before abruptly releasing him, “I’ll settle your account in time.”

With a cold fury. Yvan turned on his heel and strode away, leaving Troy and the business associate behind.

Marching through the parking lot towards his car, Yvan pulled out his phone. “Car? It’s me. I need Matilda’s location, now. Immediately!”