Meeting The One For Me

Outside the Hexagon Highway in Mythravia, there was a villa on South Lake Avenue that had over 50 acres of land.

In the basement, Daniel looked at the middle–aged man kneeling on the ground with a sinister smile.

His hands were bound and trembling, but he tightly pursed his lips–refusing to say anything.

Daniel casually walked around the man with his hands in his pockets.

“I remember Mr. Kingston had always been good to you. He even covered the medical expenses for your wife’s hospitalization. Why betray him?” Daniel bent down, staring at the middle–aged man. “Was it for money?”

“I haven’t betrayed Mr. Kingston!” The middle–aged man trembled as he spoke. “If you insist on making these claims, release my wife and daughter. Only then will I be willing to wife and daughter. Only then will I be willing to

explain to Mr. Kingston myself.”

“No need.” Daniel straightened his back, smiling. “You don’t have to trouble yourself by explaining to Mr. Kingston. Someone will come to listen to your explanation shortly.”

The middle–aged man was puzzled, but then he heard the sound of the basement door opening.

He looked up and saw a pair of shiny leather shoes coming down the metal staircase, followed by an immaculate suit. The figure’s face slowly appeared before the middle–aged

man’s eyes.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

“R–Ryan?” The middle–aged man couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Ryan, the head of the Lambert Corporation. Who wouldn’t know who he was?

Leading a group and directly confronting Meplaria, he united domestic enterprises large and small to break through the lithography machines and chips market.

His achievements were not only commercial but also carried other aspects of glory.

Daniel smiled at Ryan. “I didn’t lay a finger on Jim like you said. He’s all yours for questioning!”

At that moment, there was finally fear in Jim’s eyes. His body involuntarily recoiled

backward, and he stared fixedly at Ryan.

The intense sense of oppression brought by that indifferent gaze made him recall something unpleasant from 20 years ago–a person of the past.

“Who… who are you?” Jim’s voice trembled.

“You can call me Ryan.”

Ryan draped his suit jacket over the basement couch. He casually opened a bottle of wine and poured himself a glass. “Or you can call me… Matthew.”

“No! No, it’s impossible!” Jim visibly panicked. “Matthew died. I watched his body get cremated! You’re not Matthew. You’re bluffing!”

After finishing his drink, Ryan took off his vest and walked up to the terrified Jim. He crouched down to tidy up Jim’s messy collar.

He asked calmly, “Why, Uncle Jim? I suspected everyone–except for the honest and loyal hmm?” you, of course! Let’s see, you sold the lives of our family for a mere three million,

Jim’s pupils trembled incessantly, his face turning pale.

Before he could speak, Ryan grabbed him by the collar and violently threw him into the pool that was already mixed with blood.

The pool wasn’t deep, only about 1.5 feet.

With his hands tied, Jim struggled to hold onto the edge and knelt upright, panting heavily. However, he was once again pushed back into the water by Ryan.

The cold water, mixed with the smell of blood, rushed into Jim’s nostrils and mouth.

He fought with all his might, his bound hands scratching at Ryan’s large hand, trying to free himself from the grip pressing on his head.

Daniel saw Ryan sitting on the edge of the shallow pool, not even looking at Jim as he struggled frantically in the water. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Ryan tugged at his bandaged hand, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned two shirt buttons with his free hand.

After several attempts, Jim was exhausted from the struggle and lost all his strength. Only then did Ryan grab his hair and lift him above the surface, forcing him to look at himself.

Jim gasped heavily as soon as he came out of the water, feeling dizzy from the lack of

oxygen.

But when Jim locked eyes with Ryan, fear washed over him again–evident in his gaze.

“Do you

know what it felt like for our family of three to be in the water after that car was knocked off the bridge?” Ryan spoke calmly.

“You know all our habits. You even know that whenever we were in the back seat, my would always ensure that my father and I fasten our seat belts.

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“So you tampered with the safety buckle, making it impossible to release the seatbelt even as the car sank into the river. Water flooded into our mouths and noses, squeezing the air out of our lungs until we lost consciousness.”