If ra hadn''t known Dn''s naturally aloof personality, she might''ve thought he was purposefully trying to scare her earlier. But that wasn''t Dn''s style. As she rubbed her knee, ra couldn''t help but mumble to herself.


    Dn maneuvered his wheelchair past her, and she hurried to keep up. After today, she realized she couldn''t afford to mess around in front of him anymore; even with his own family, he could be so ruthlessly decisive. ra''s thoughts were tangled as she carefully pushed his wheelchair, reying Lincoln''s look of shock before his demise. Who would''ve thought Dn would act so swiftly, without a moment''s hesitation?


    A guy like him, who seemed uninterested in women, appeared to be wless. A chill ran down ra''s spine. It made sense that someone without ws could reach such heights in the Capital and even gain fame overseas.


    Back in the hall, ra noticed a few drops of blood on Dn''s shoes-likely from the earlier incident. She quickly grabbed a tissue, knelt down, and wiped them clean. Dn watched her with a knowing look, aware she was trying to get on his good side. She was always adaptable, knowing when to bend and when to stand firm. He said nothing.


    ra tossed the tissue in the trash and stood up. "Mr. Dn, I''ll be on my way now."


    "Leaving? You brought Lincoln here so openly. Have you thought about the other Fergusons noticing?"


    ra''s face turned calm. "Because I trust you''ll handle it, Mr. Dn."


    Dn had held his spot in the Ferguson family for years, dodging countless assassination attempts. His crew was skilled at managing such messes.


    Dn smoothed out the wrinkles on his sleeve. "Why should I handle it for you?"


    "It''s for your own good, Mr. Dn. Lincoln was a direct Ferguson. When he goes missing, Cedric willunch a big search. If they trace it to me, I won''tst under their torture before spilling everything about you."


    ra scratched her cheek, her voice casual. "Or, you could deal with me now, which would be easy for you. But if you get rid of me, you''d still have to clean up all traces of this mess. Why waste my life when I can still be useful?"


    Dn''s eyes lingered on her for a while before he looked away, a slight smirk on his lips. Silver-tongued.


    "Go home."


    Back in her car, ra''s back was drenched with sweat. She leaned against the seat, catching her breath, and wiped her forehead with a tissue. Her perception of Dn had to change. She''d thought he was well-protected, that his dirty work was done by others. She hadn''t realized he''d personally kill, even if it was family.


    If Simon tried something in the future, would Dn pull the trigger just as easily? Did he even have those human emotions?


    Johnny was right; Dn was like a perfect machine. He spared her only because she was still useful. ra was conflicted but more certain that she and Dn lived in different worlds. No wonder his presence demanded respect, making her too scared to act out.


    Dn had climbed to his position over a mountain of bodies and a river of blood. He was like a god, indifferent to everything. Terrifying.


    ra sat in her car for half an hour, proud of her quick thinking. If she had bolted in fear when she saw Lincoln, she might''ve ended up dead before him. A guy like Dn wouldn''t tolerate cowardice. His elegance was matched by his coldness, and he expected those around him to be just as strong.


    Kicking Lincoln and knocking out a few of his teeth was ra''s way of showing Dn they were cut from the same cloth. Her palms were sweaty as she gripped the steering wheel.


    After a shower at home, she finally calmed down and saw a message from Z. [Sick.]


    Not just sick-probably upset too. ra felt a mix of anger and frustration and couldn''t resist calling.


    "No matter how upset you are, you can''t just ignore my calls. Do you know how worried I was?"


    "I like it when you''re worried about me."


    His voice was low and soft, always with a hint of a plea. ra felt her resolve crumble. In the end, he just needed some reassurance.