Chapter 404: Turn his home into a haunted house...

Chapter 404: Turn his home into a haunted house...

~Next day~

With his natural body clock, Davis woke up in his study with a fresh start and a calmer mind, just as the dark sky shrouding the earth began to peel away.

The chaos of the previous day now felt like a fleeting dream, but the reality before him was vivid and pressing.

Unlike the days after his accident when he had felt weak, hopeless, and trapped, this time he was filled with vigor and strength.

He had a clear goal, a sharpened objective, and the machinery of his plans already set in motion.

Stretching out his arms, he left the couch and walked over to his table. As he settled into the chair, his brow furrowed briefly before a cold smirk crept across his lips.

His thoughts drifted to Sylas, and he wondered how the man might have endured the night.

For a man as evil as Sylas, punishment wasn’t best delivered by the law, it was far better to let his own conscience haunt him. To make him live with his wickedness, to let it catch up, choke him, and eventually drown him.

If it were only about justice, Davis could have simply gathered the evidence and handed it to the police chief. But that would never break Sylas.

No, as much as he wanted to get this justice as fast as possible, Davis wanted was to see him shatter. To watch him crumble under the weight of his own darkness. Only then would the true consequences of his evil come to bear... the dire repercussions of his evil.

A light tap on the door and it was pushed in. Davis didn’t have to look back to know who entered. "Any update from Sylas’s end?"

"Any update from Sylas’s end?" he asked evenly.

"Not yet, but I believe it won’t be long," Ethan began.

But Davis cut him off, his tone sharp and decisive. "I can’t wait. His home must be infiltrated, and a video of his unraveling moment captured."

Ethan’s eyes widened. He parted his lips to speak, but before a word escaped, a deeper voice interrupted from the doorway.

"I can handle that."

Davis and Ethan snapped their heads toward the door, both startled. Surprise flickered across their eyes as Elliot stepped in uninvited.

Davis shot Ethan a glare, but Ethan only lifted his hands as shrugged innocently.

been shut securely. Elliot had pushed it open at the exact moment

the one infiltrating Louis’ home?" His eyes

dared to move his legs and hands against my granddaughter’s life, and yet I

exasperated. He knew too well that if Elliot involved himself, things

on him would unravel him faster, forcing him to burn in guilt,

Elliot said firmly, "I want to see your

toward the couch. "Fine. Take a seat, and I’ll give you a brief sketch of what I intend to

Davis had just woken moments ago and lowered himself into it. A faint

You can

at his grandfather’s eager, expectant eyes,

of

to the

he goes to prison, he’ll still find a way to stand tall. No, he must learn his lesson, one that leaves him scarred enough never to rise

him. "Then

against the desk. His eyes gleamed with resolve. "I plan

furrowed. "And what weakness

crisply,

air. Elliot turned it over in his

more he tries to perfect his schemes, the more mistakes he makes. He obsesses over a clean finish,

his plots. He

hunger for perfection, he overlooked cracks and those cracks

make him go mad. To make every breath feel like a curse," Davis murmured. "He will learn that nothing is ever

that take time?"

the pleasure to wait but I’ve tested it already. He won’t last

on his face. "I see. But I can achieve that faster than your

Elliot raised a hand, silencing him. "Leave that to me. You focus

helped... but perhaps you should listen to this

Davis powered up his laptop, his fingers flying over the

answered almost instantly, Sylas’s

you? Why do you have those

table, letting the laptop transmit a distorted,

those photos. They’re fake!" Sylas

voice echoed, "don’t you think

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