Darrick let out a sneer, brushing his fingers over his eye. The scene of that wine bottle crashing into his eye reyed over and over in his mind like a horror movie. For years, he''d hidden away, too ashamed to show his face. But now, with Johnny gone and the Bradford family in shambles, his chance had finally arrived.


    He wanted ra to pay, to take everything from her-her sight, her legs-leaving her as nothing more than a lifeless doll trapped in bed. Just imagining it sent a thrill through him, his raspyughter echoing like wind through a torn sail, eerie and unsettling.


    Quinn was silent, huddled in a corner, a pool of fear beneath her. The more she suffered, the deeper her hatred for ra grew. If not for ra, her life would be smooth sailing.


    Two dayster, Greysen walked out of the police station, his personal drama now the talk of the town, with rtives from both sides arguing and giving him relentless headaches. He was desperate to get Tyler to sign the stock contract, but Tyler''s phone was unreachable.


    Unbeknownst to him, Tyler was stuck at Ryan''s vi, locked in a room without his phone, unable to do anything. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he begged Cole, "Cole, I''ve been loyal to thepany for ages. I''m only considering selling my shares to Greysen because I''m being threatened. If I don''t, I''m done for. It''s not that I don''t trust Ryan and ra."


    Tyler was on edge, terrified the mysterious threat would catch up to him. But Cole, ever the skeptic, didn''t believe a word of it. Tyler was left with nothing but his own frustration.


    Meanwhile, ra and Ryan were already in the office when Greysen barged in, mming his hand on the desk in fury. "ra, what did you do to Tyler?"


    ra rxed on the sofa, amused. "What are you even talking about, Greysen? I have no idea."


    Greysen''s eyes shed with malice, his gazending on Ryan with a knowing smile. "Oh, so you locked Tyler up, did you? That''s illegal, you know."


    ra leaned back, unfazed. "Feel free to report us."


    Fresh out of the police station, thest thing Greysen wanted was to go back. His face darkened, yet he suddenly smirked, his tone dripping with sarcasm, "So, ra, what''s your n?"


    ra smiled, sitting up straight. "I like talking to smart people. You want the Bradford familypany, right? Let''s make a bet. We can hand it over, but my dad spent two years on a project, buying thatnd for eighty million. Now, I want to auction it. Let''s see who can sell it first."


    Greysen looked at her like she was crazy. Auction it? Didn''t she know the Dawson family nned to build around thatnd? Just putting up a hospital or a mall there would be a goldmine.