The morning sun cast a golden hue over Mr. Gerald's villa, but the light did little to soften the dark intentions brewing around it.

Mr. Gerald sat on the grand balcony of his villa, sipping his morning tea with a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.

The message had reached him moments ago that Johny had acted just as he predicted.

"A reckless fool," he murmured, swirling the tea in his cup. "So easy to control.”

He leaned back in his chair, eyes gleaming with anticipation. The boy had no idea he was walking straight into a trap. He mused inwardly.

A deep, guttural laugh rumbled from his throat as...