Watching the surveince video of the restaurant, Fernando had managed to identify several targets.


    Matthew furrowed his brow as he clicked the mouse, realizing he had no recollection of these people.


    Leaning back, he stared at theputer screen, deep in thought.


    Perhaps the sess of the Fairwa project had stirred envy among others.


    Regardless, it was a wake-up call for him.


    He couldn’t let his guard down.


    In a dimly lit room of Rido Hotel, Benny Clifford sat alone, a ss of whiskey in hand, his gaze fixed on the wooden table strewn with photographs and wine bottles.


    He downed the whiskey in one swift gulp and set the ss down, reaching for his cigarette box.


    Lifting his chin slightly, he took a cigarette and lit it with a flick of his Lighter.


    The smoke curled up as Benny exhaled, the dim Light casting shadows on his handsome but cold features.


    He held a photograph in his other hand, his grip tightening as a fierce expression crossed his face.


    The scar near his eyes seemed more pronounced as he narrowed his eyes in a sinister re.


    No hat to hide his features, his face was fully exposed, revealing a malevolent look.


    Benny rifled through the photos, each capturing moments from the rk family’s life, with most of them featuring Matthew.


    “Matthew… Ste…” he muttered, his voice thick with loathing.


    Benny mmed the photo back onto the table and extinguished his cigarette on Matthew’s face in the picture.


    The photo began to burn, the acrid smell filling the room as Matthew’s image blurred and disintegrated.


    A wildugh escaped Benny, but it soon ceased, his expression turning dark.


    He nced down at his legs, hitting one but feeling nothing.


    A murderous intent shed in his eyes.


    “Matthew, I will reim everything that’s rightfully mine!”


    The next morning, after preparing breakfast, Matthew went to the bedroom where Ste was still asleep.


    He sat beside her, a smile forming as he looked at her peaceful face.


    Gently, he reached out to caress her hair before leaning over to nt a soft ki*s on her forehead.


    As Matthew’s ki*s lingered, Ste’s eyshes fluttered open, her senses awakening to his familiar scent.Content ? N?velDrama.Org.


    The tenderness of the moment drew a soft response from her lips, meeting his ki*s with a gentle reciprocation.


    Matthew deepened the ki*s momentarily before pulling back slightly, his forehead resting against hers.