Late at night, on the rooftop of a skyscraper, a man in a ck tactical jacket aimed a sniper rifle at the window of an office building across the street.


    Inside, Caleb sat at the head of the conference table.


    The sniper wore a white mask. After a moment of adjustment, he fired. The gunshot echoed, and the man inside the meeting room copsed instantly. Chaos erupted within the office building.


    "Good job!" Behind him, a deep voice spoke. "You''re even more promising than Ivan."


    The sniper turned slowly. His voice was cold and steady. "As I said, Drake will die."


    "Thankfully, you were there when Ivan missed his shot," the man said, stepping forward and patting the sniper''s shoulder. "Now, it''s your turn to step into the spotlight."


    "I''ll let you take care of the Lowe Group''s resources." His deep voice carried a sinister hint of amusement. "After all, what''s more painful than betrayal by someone you trust? Isn''t that right, Jordan?"


    The sniper removed his mask, revealing a sharp, brooding face full of defiance and malice. It was none other than Jordan.


    The night was heavy.


    Debra jolted awake from a nightmare. When she opened her eyes, Marion was nowhere to be seen.


    "Marion?" Her heart raced.


    Faint noises drifted from downstairs. She climbed out of bed and hurried down.


    In the living room, Erica and Randy stood in their pajamas, already awake but looking tense.


    Debra asked, "Where''s Marion? What''s going on?"


    "Something happened to the Houston family," Erica replied, her face pale.


    Randy remained silent, keeping his head down.


    Debra felt a terrible weight pressing on her chest, as if something dreadful was about to unfold. That ominous feeling surged through her again.


    "What happened to Marion?" she asked quietly.


    "It''s not Marion," Erica said, her voice


    trembling. "It''s Caleb. There was a shooting in the office building. He was shot. They tried to save him, but... Marion has gone to handle things. Before he left, he asked us to stay with you."


    Randy, sensing Debra''s growing anxiety, tried to console her. "Don''t panic. Marion''s seen worse. He


    won''t crumble. He''s out there


    tracking down the killer. By now


    he


    might''ve already found them and avenged Caleb."


    Debra''s face was ashen. They''d never seen her like this before. After what felt like an eternity, Debra finally spoke. "It''s my fault."


    "No, it''s not," Erica said. "The mastermind is too cunning."


    "It is my fault," Debra insisted, her tone colder now.


    Vel


    When shedifted her head, her eyes were red. "I wanted a peaceful, stable life. I didn''t want Marion to kill anymore. But if we don''t kill them, they''ll kill us."


    Both Erica and Randy fell silent.


    Debra recalled how Marion had stormed through Seamar City, turning it into a bloody battlefield, and locking horns with Juan in a brutal power struggle.


    Her rebirth had disrupted the original course of events, steering everything toward an uncertain future.