Jeffery had wanted to reset everything and create a perfect, happy world.


    But there was no guarantee everyone would be happy. If those unhappy ones wanted to start over, then the world would be in an endless cycle.


    Human desire had no limits. Once someone got one thing, they''d want more. Debra shook her head. "I was just talking nonsense. We can''t reset the world."


    "Yeah." Marion nodded. "Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me."


    "Me too," Debra smiled.


    ...


    Late at night, Debra was fast asleep.


    Marion looked at her for a while before quietly getting dressed and heading downstairs.


    His men had been waiting in the courtyard. As soon as he stepped out, one of them approached.


    "Sir, we''ve checked everything. Over the past month, Mr. Lowe didn''t go


    anywhere. He picked up a package in Orkgate and went straight back to Seamar City. No solo meetings with anyone."


    "Got it."


    He knew Drake couldn''t pull something like this off. That package had to havee from Andrew.


    "Any word on Andrew?"


    "Eh, you know how he is, sir. If he doesn''t want to be found, there''s no way we can find him."


    They had been searching all day, tracking down every possible safe house Andrew might have overseas.


    They''d found seven or eight, but there was no sign of him whatsoever. Presumably, he hadid out a false trail from the start.


    "Forget it. Let him be."


    "Understood. But we did find a few of those churches. Want to check them out now?"


    "Get the car ready."


    "Yes, sir."


    "Wait. Debra is a light sleeper. Park the car outside the courtyard."


    "Rest assured, sir. We didn''t forget your earlier instructions."


    Marion nced back at the second-floor window.


    "Make sure this ce is secure. No matter what happens, her safetyes first."


    ...


    At the Eaton Mansion, Fermin sat


    alone


    in a


    sealed-off room,


    surrounded by advanced mediel


    equipment.


    Outside, Bert stood in front of arge ss panel, watching him with a deep frown.


    "Will this work?" he muttered.


    "Sir, the doctors said Mr. Fermin


    Eaton''s independent consciousness is too strong. We have to use the


    same methods as five years ag


    and make him believe he''s dead. There is no other way," said the butter.


    Bert let out a slow, heavy breath.


    Inside the room, Fermin slowly stood up and walked toward the one-way mirror. But somehow, it felt like he could see through it and knew they were watching.


    He raised a hand and tapped a finger against his temple. His lips curved into a smirk.


    The sheer provocation annoyed Bert.