On the day Jamie was discharged from the hospital, reporters swarmed the entrance, blocking the way.

"Mr. Riley, are your injuries the result of Ms. Harris’s actions?"

Sylvia stood nearby, fuming. "She’s the one who did this! This woman is utterly malicious."

Jamie smiled silently, tacitly agreeing with Sylvia’s claim.

In the distance, a black Cayenne was parked, and I sat inside the car, watching the scene unfold.

My phone rang suddenly. I looked down to see who was calling --- My father.

He wanted me to attend an internal meeting of the city's prominent families, scheduled for tonight.

Such meetings are usually beyond my reach, but today, the gravity...