Eleanor hurried in, nearly breathless.


    The moment she spotted Nte, her voice trembled with worry. "How''s Isadora? Is she alright?"


    Nte''s eyes were red, heart aching at the memory of Isadora gritting her teeth against the pain. “They just took her into the delivery room."


    Eleanor''s gaze darted anxiously around the hospital corridors. "Where''s Victor? Isn''t he supposed to be here? She''s about to give birth, for heaven''s sake-why isn''t he here?"


    Nte clenched her jaw. "His phone''s off. I can''t reach him."


    With no other options, Eleanor clutched the silver cross at her neck and stepped aside. Hands sped, she began to pray under her breath, "Please, keep Isadora and her baby safe."


    On the other side of the hospital, Finley had just arrived after hearing Isadora was inbor.


    But as soon as Nte saw him, all her pent-up frustration toward Victor spilled over. "Isadora''s about to give birth and Victor''s nowhere to be found! Men- honestly, you''re all the same."


    "Alright, alright, calm down. I''ll try calling Victor now," Finley said, quickly pulling out his phone.


    He dialed Victor''s number. The call rang out-cold, mechanical, with no answer.


    Nte nearly exploded with rage, her face flushed and her hands shaking. "If something happens to Isadora or the baby, Victor will regret it for the rest of his life!"


    *


    At the casino, Farrar''s face twisted into a scowl as he ended his call.


    With a loud crash, he kicked the poker table, chips scattering everywhere.


    He red at the man across from him—a handsome,posed figure with an air


    of reserved power. "Well, Victor! I really underestimated you, didn''t I? You''ve ruined my business overseas, and now you''re trying to wipe me out here too. Damn you!"


    Victor barely nced up, his tone slow and deliberate. "Just taking a page from your own book, Farrar."


    Farrar''s eyes zed with fury. Without warning, he lunged, swinging a fist at Victor''s face.


    Victor didn''t flinch. He caught Farrar''s punch one-handed, his grip like iron.


    Farrar tried to yank his hand free, but Victor held tight, and with a single flick, sent him stumbling backward.


    One of Farrar''s bodyguards, a hulking man in a dark suit, immediately drew his gun and leveled it at Victor.


    Screams erupted as panic swept through the room. Gamblers and dealers scrambled for cover-the croupier went pale and copsed to the floor in terror.


    Kemp jumped in front of Victor, his face tense. "Farrar, this is Capitolion, not somewless back alley overseas!"


    Farrar leaned forward on the table, his expression twisted, eyes bloodshot with hate. "I''ve lost everything-what do I have left to fear?"


    Victor gave Kemp a subtle nod.


    Kemp tossed a phone across the table, its screen ying a video.


    On it, a middle-aged woman and a young boy, no older than seven, were tied to chairs, shouting desperately for help.


    Victor''s lips curled into a cold smile. "Maybe they''d like to join you in this mess?"


    Farrar''s eyes locked on the screen-on his wife and son. Hatred darkened his face. He ground out each word. "Victor. Let them go."


    Victor''s eyes narrowed, his voice icy. "Drop the guns."


    A vein pulsed in Farrar''s temple. After a long, tense moment, he jerked his hand in the air.


    At his signal, the bodyguard reluctantly tossed the gun to the floor.


    Kemp''s men quickly swept up the weapons.


    At that instant, a squad of police officers burst through the doors, guns drawn and voicesmanding.


    "Farrar, you are under arrest for arms trafficking and drug distribution. Put your hands where we can see them!"


    Farrar''s face contorted, and he let


    out a wild, bitterugh. "Victor, you''re even more ruthless than thought should''ve finished you and your father off when you were kids!"


    Snarling, Farrar lunged under the table, pulling out a hidden pistol. His


    movements were lightning fast as he squeezed the trigger.


    Bullets sprayed across the room, chaos erupting in an instant.


    Police and Farrar''s men shed, trading gunfire. Kemp shielded Victor, hustling


    him out of the casino''s back room.


    Once outside, Victor finally checked his phone. The instant he saw the messages, hisposure cracked His expression turned grim, urgency in his voice. "Where''s the car?"


    Kemp handed him the keys. "Parked out front. The driver''s waiting-"


    Before he could finish, Victor was already gone, a blur of motion bolting through the hotel lobby.


    He leapt into the Ferrari waiting at the entrance, fired up the engine, and roared off into the night, tires screeching.


    Meanwhile, Farrar slipped out of the chaos, spotted Victor''s car speeding away, and his eyes narrowed with vengeful malice.


    He dove into a waiting Rolls-Royce, mmed his foot on the gas, and tore off in pursuit.


    The two luxury cars raced through the city streets, headlights slicing the darkness. The Rolls-Royce stuck to the Ferrari''s tail like a wolf chasing its prey.


    Suddenly—


    Bang!


    A deafening crash echoed as Farrar rammed the Rolls-Royce into the Ferrari''s


    rear.


    The impact was brutal-metal screamed, the Ferrari''s back end crumpling, smoke pouring from both hoods.


    Victor''s body lurched forward from the blow. He shot a re at Farrar through the rearview mirror, patience snapped, and floored the elerator.


    Farrar''s face twisted in a deranged grin. "You ruined me, Victor! If I''m going down, you''reing with me!"


    He rammed the Ferrari again, the Rolls-Royce a battering ram gone mad.


    But just as the Rolls barreled forward for a third strike, Victor''s reflexes kicked in. He spun the wheel, the Ferrari skidding in a perfect arc.


    "Aaagh!"


    Farrar couldn''t stop in time. The Rolls-Royce smashed into the bridge''s guardrail, crumpling on impact, mes licking up from the hood.


    Police sirens wailed as squad arrived, surrounding the wreck., Officer''s dragged a bloodied, unconscious Farrar from the burning car and cuffed him on the spot.