YM778.TV Chapter 320: Regret
"Sophia," he finally spoke, his voice firm and unwavering. "I appreciate your concern for finding Diana, but I can\'t accept your help under these conditions. I won\'t compromise my values or our love for each other. I believe that tonight shows that we should not even be too close to each other, I hope we can work more comofortably together but this time through proxies"
Sophia\'s frustration grew with each passing moment, her anger simmering just beneath the surface. "You\'re making a mistake, Marcus," she retorted, her voice tinged with venom. "You think you can do this on your own? You\'ll regret turning your back on me. I hold the key to finding Diana, and you\'ll never succeed without my assistance."
There was a moment of silence on the line, the tension palpable as both parties grappled with the reality of the situation. Sophia\'s frustration swelled, her plans crumbling before her eyes. She knew she couldn\'t force Marcus to bend to her will, and her last resort was to deliver a final threat.
"You\'ll regret this, Marcus," she seethed, her voice dripping with venom. "You\'ll never find Diana without me. And when you fail, don\'t come crawling back to me. You\'ll be left with nothing."
With those final words, Sophia ended the call, her voice fading into the void. Marcus stared at his phone, a mix of emotions swirling within him.
Marcus let out a sigh of relief as he ended the call with Sophia, still trying to make sense of her cryptic message. He stepped into his apartment, the weight of the day\'s events settling upon him. As he entered the living room, he noticed Atlas sprawled across the couch, fast asleep amidst a sea of papers and notebooks.
A small smile tugged at the corners of Marcus\'s lips as he observed his trusted friend and ally, the one who had been by his side through thick and thin. Despite the exhaustion etched on Atlas\'s face, Marcus couldn\'t help but feel a sense of gratitude for having him in his life. He quietly moved back to the door, not wanting to disturb his slumber.
Since he was a predator at night, he decided to try and seek the town for any hope that things would be different, as he suddenly felt hopeful for the night. He walked out of the house and took to the darkness while moving at his fastest speed toward the town.
Perched atop the tallest building in the town, Marcus became one with the night. The moon cast a soft glow on his determined face as he surveyed the surroundings, his senses heightened and attuned to the slightest disturbance. The small town stretched out before him, its streets bathed in shadows and mystery.
As the cool breeze caressed his skin, Marcus\'s mind sharpened, ready to absorb every detail. His eyes scanned the streets below, searching for any sign that could lead him closer to Diana. The lack of traffic and tranquility of the night helped him watch around more as he looked around in the dead time of the night.
Suddenly, a melodic ringtone shattered the stillness of the night, capturing Marcus\'s attention like a beacon in the darkness. His senses sharpened, focusing on the source of the sound. It emanated from a nearby house, its soft melody cutting through the cool evening air.
Without hesitation, Marcus turned his gaze towards the house, his curiosity piqued. Instinctively, he felt that this unexpected interruption held a vital clue, a piece of the puzzle that could unravel the mystery surrounding Diana\'s disappearance or not, but just like Atlas said, he was not going to dismiss any possibilities that could lead him to Diana.
With nimble steps, he descended from his lofty vantage point, moving swiftly and silently towards the source of the sound. Shadows enveloped him, becoming his ally as he blended seamlessly into the night. His movements were fluid, a testament to his honed skills and years of training.
Arriving outside the house, Marcus paused, his senses on high alert. He strained to catch the hushed voices emanating from within, his ears attuned to the slightest nuances of the conversation. The words were muffled, distorted by the closed doors and thick walls, but he was determined to decipher their meaning.
Positioning himself near an open window, he focused his attention on the conversation unfolding inside. He strained to pick up every word, his mind working overtime to piece together the fragments of information. The voices were hushed but as he listened intently, fragments of the conversation began to make sense.
Just as Marcus was about to withdraw from his position, a chilling word reached his ears due to his heightened sense of hearing. "Kill." The urgency and frustration in the caller\'s voice sent shivers down his spine. His instincts kicked into overdrive, propelling him forward with a newfound determination.
Without a moment\'s hesitation, Marcus dove into the building, his movements swift and calculated. The dimly lit apartment became his battlefield as he swiftly incapacitated each guard that stood in his way. It was clear that they were protecting something or someone, and the thought of an impending tragedy weighed heavily on his mind.
As he navigated through the shadows, his focus unwavering, Marcus\'s thoughts raced with a mixture of hope and fear. What could possibly be going on here? His heart pounded in his chest, urging him to press forward, to prevent any harm that may befall her.
Descending deeper into the bowels of the building, he found himself standing before a sturdy door. It was the entrance to the basement, the source of the ominous command he had overheard. His hand trembled slightly as he reached for the doorknob, his mind racing with a thousand possibilities.