Mark was about to start the engine when his phone suddenly rang, shrill in the silence of the car. He hesitated for a moment before picking it up, his eyes scanning the caller ID. He checked the caller ID and saw Elysa's name flashing on the screen. He picked up the call, his heart still racing from the encounter with Gideon. "Hey, how did your meeting with the company director go?" Elysa asked, her voice cheerful. Mark's mind racing, he replied, "Do you know who Gideon's father is?" Elysa's tone changed to confusion. "Why are you bringing Gideon into this conversation? What's going on?" Mark's voice rose in frustration. "Just answer me, Elysa! Do you know who Gideon really is?" Elysa's response was calm. "Nothing special about him, Mark. He's just an orphan, a church rat who feeds on othe
