I see.


    Ill head there as soon as I drop Hannah off.


    Whats going on? Hannah asked.


    Bryson inhaled deeply, seemingly organizing his thoughts before exining.


    Its some urgent business with Mr.


    Holmes.


    I need to address it immediately.


    If its urgent, then go; I can manage on my own, Hannah said.


    Bryson gently shook his head. No, Ill make sure youre home safe first before handling that; its not too urgent.


    The air between Bryson and Hannah was charged with a quiet tension,den with the unspoken emotions of an impending departure.


    The car rolled to a halt at the entrance of the Compton family estate.


    As Hannah reached for the door, Bryson sped her hand, his voiceden with urgency and said, Take care of yourself, Ill handle things quickly ande back.


    Overwhelmed by a rush of emotions, Hannah nodded gently, replying, You too, be careful.


    She watched Brysons car disappear into the night before she turned and walked into the Compton house alone.


    The warm glow from the halls lights did Little to dispel the worry clouding her heart.


    Meanwhile, at Remingtons vi, the night was alive with urgency.


    Conor was updating Remington with thetest developments and said, Sir, we still dont have an ID on the man in the rabbit mask, but weve found traces of an advanced explosive in the debris.


    This isnt the work of your average extremists. Remington, his expression dark, tapped his fingers against the tabletop, a rhythmic sound that filled the tense silence.


    It Looks like our adversaries are not only formidable but also deeply enigmatic.


    Conor, ramp up our investigative efforts and keep a close watch on any movements connected to our family.


    Understood, sir, Conor responded, his voice firm.


    As darkness took hold over the city, the serene facade belied the turmoil beneath.


    Bryson made his way under the cover of night to Bowens vi.


    Mr.


    Holmes.


    Greeted by bodyguards, Bryson was ushered into the presence of Bowen, who was rxing with a cigar. Discarding his cigar, Bowen gestured to Bryson.


    Come, sit down.


    Bryson settled onto the sofa across from Bowen and got straight to the point.


    Mr.


    Holmes, whats the situation with thepany here? You know who you are by now, dont you? After a brief silence, Bryson returned the gaze and said, Yes, I know Im a descendant of the Moreno family, and I also know who killed my father.


    Okay.


    Bowen nodded, his demeanor serious.


    That means you understand whats at stake.


    He leaned forward, his tone taking on an edge of severity and said, So tell me, why are you helping Remington? Bryson was taken aback.