"Well, I look forward to working with you," Wilbur said, smiling as he extended a hand.


    Shane shook hands with Wilbur and left.


    No regr person would be able to evenprehend how something soplicated had been fixed just like that.


    After Shane was gone, Wilbur lit a cigarette.


    He did not expect to get so much out of this trip.


    The bangle, the flying dagger, and even Rocher Corp.


    Rocher Corp was worth billions of dors, and Cape had hit the jackpot.


    Wilbur finished his cigarette, barking out augh before he strolled over to his room with his hands behind his back.


    The Nees brothers peeked at him walking, the glee was obvious in his stance. Of course, none of the brothers knew a thing about what had just happened.


    Considering who Shane was and the fact that he hade here personally to talk to Wilbur, it had to be something big.


    Shane left the manor and got into his car, calling Pembroke up to issue a warrant for Landhor''s arrest.


    By the time Shane had returned to the special forces office, Landhor had been arrested and detained.


    Before Shane could even sit down, he received a few calls, and one of them was from a higher-up all the way from Northseecher.


    Nheless, all Shane had to do was mention the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense, and the caller would hang up without another word.


    Shane let out a sigh. Had it not been for him using the name of the department, he really might not have been able to do anything to Landhor.


    Taking down someone like this came with an unthinkable amount of pressure.


    At the same time, a special forces agent came to Clive''s cell in the detention center to pass him a bottle of water.


    "Hold on, Chorin."


    The two Special Forces officers guarding the cell stopped Stiles Chorin.


    Even Clive asking for water had to be handled with caution.


    The truth was just that every single thing that went into this cell had to be inspected thoroughly.


    The officers made sure the bottle of water had not been opened before and that it was a normal color even before opening the cap to take a sip.


    Three minutester, one of them finally said "Get it to him."


    Stiles entered the call, passing the water to Clive coldly. "Drink up. Give the bottle back to be recycled after that."


    It was an unchanged rule that there were no other objects allowed in the detention cell.


    Clive sneered, snatching the bottle from Stiles and draining it in one go.


    Stiles watched him silently before taking the bottle with him and leaving the detention cell.


    He returned to his officer, looking out of the window.


    "I''m sorry, Cassie."


    Stiles excused himself to head to the top floor of the building.


    Surely a fall from the seventh floor would be enough to kill him.


    Stiles looked below him, a stern and dazed expression on his face.


    He was Landhor''s distant nephew, and his parents had died when he was young. Stiles had pulled everyst string he could to get in touch with Landhor, who had kept him fed and even got him a job at the special forces.


    Stiles had done many things for Landhor and knew that Landhor had gotten him to where he was now so that he had someone to do the dirty work for him.


    He knew as well that he was more than worthy of a fate worse than death for all he had done for Landhor and had prepared himself for this.


    What a shame it was that he would never see Cassie again.


    Stiles mumbled the name to himself once more and leaped off the top floor.


    The next second, the special forces office red with a deafening rm.