Six months ago New York

THE SOUND of two gunshots was the moment that stopped Georgiana. He couldn't wait for the elevator to open, he ran the remaining four floors to the fourteenth floor of the Dandelion Hotel. "G! Slide! Slide!" He ignored Jag's signal to run away.

Not when her parents were still up in Mitchell's suite. Not when the gunshots had come from there. He caught his breath and he almost heard the loud rumble in his chest. He no longer cares what happens to him. He will not leave his parents. When he reached the fourteenth floor, he found no one in the hallway.

He left the pumps he was wearing earlier so he ran fast. He almost collapsed in time when he was stopped in front of the closing elevator. His eyes caught a familiar figure - Frank. He was stunned for a few moments before remembering the purpose

His on that floor.

He ran to Mitchell's suite again. He even managed to stop at the ajar door to listen to the situation inside. It was quiet there, but even if it wasn't, he would still continue to enter. He opened the door the other way around. He immediately ran out of energy to expose himself. Her parents were lying on the carpeted floor with gunshot wounds on their foreheads.

He finally fell to the floor "G, come on! Let's get out of here!" He barely heard Jag's voice. Because he didn't have the strength, he didn't fight when he almost dragged him out of that room. He could no longer see the continuous flow of his tears. He just realized that he was in the car and that Jag was speeding away. "Damn it!" he exclaimed. He wiped his tears. He swallowed several times before he was able to speak.

P-how did Mitchell meet my parents? They couldn't be wrong. And Frank... Why was Frank there?" they are together." Dad? Was he there? That's impossible! "He was carrying a suitcase." Jag suddenly pressed the brake. If he can't wear his seat belt, he might have fallen into the dashboard. His blue eyes stared at him in amazement "The balance? He got it? Impossible! The client.

isn't giving it to him until tomorrow and only when Mitchell gives his money to me. Unless.. Unless Frank, their leader, had conned everyone Mitchell, their anonymous client, and their crew. They were silent for a while as they stitched together the events. "I'll call you," he said to Jag, opening the car door. "Where are you going?" He didn't answer and slowly got out of the car. He has long been waiting for the opportunity to overthrow Frank.

He is just waiting for the right opportunity where he and his parents can completely leave the group. But his parents are gone. It means that there is no reason for him to hide his ace anymore. He went with the flow of people. Cold stone pricked at her bare feet, but she ignored it. She held her trench coat closer as she walked along the busy street.

But even that was not able to give warmth to his cold heart.