Chapter 243: A Command Spurs a Ruse

In a private room at Springville Pavilion, Joaquin Wokey watched the retreating figures of Lana Hayde and Uriel, his mind tied up in knots. The video in Lana's hand hung over him like the sword of Damocles. As long as it existed, unease gnawed at him. It felt like living beside a ticking time bomb; any second could be the one that blew his life apart, and every heartbeat stretched into an eternity. The only thing that gave him a sliver of comfort was how unambitious she seemed, more interested...