The rain continued falling heavily over Country A.
By midnight, the entire city looked cold and empty beneath the storm.
Inside Rodriguez Mansion, however, nobody slept.
Not after what happened to Emily Rodriguez.
The atmosphere inside the mansion felt suffocating.
Security guards stood around every entrance.
Phones rang nonstop downstairs.
Even the servants moved quietly, afraid of making too much noise.
Meanwhile, Jordan Rodriguez stood alone inside his office staring silently at the city lights beyond the rain-covered windows.
His suit jacket lay discarded nearby.
His sleeves remained rolled upward.
And there was still blood on his knuckles from the fight at the warehouse earlier.
Jordan’s expression remained unreadable.
Cold.
Sharp.
Dangerously calm.
But beneath that ca
