Kaido sat down at his desk in his private office, his eyes scanning the numerous calls and text messages from Jeanette. He had intentionally ignored her for days, wanting to make her worry. But the truth was, he was trying to distance himself from her.

As he looked at the messages, Kaido felt a pang of guilt. He knew Jeanette was worried about him, and he was taking advantage of her concern. But he couldn't help it. He was feeling something he wasn't supposed to feel.

He was a murderer, a cold-blooded one at that. He had killed countless people in his quest for revenge, and he had never felt...