Total Control

Sebastian watched Liliane's figure disappear upstairs, then let himself sink into the sofa. A faint weariness crept into him.What happened today... He could imagine the best-case scenario, but he had to prepare for the worst.Especially with the enemy still in the shadows.Yes, he'd been stabbed—but it gave him the chance to slip from the light into the dark.This residence was well-hidden, convenient, and now requisitioned.

As for the owner...Liliane's face flashed in his mind—clear, clean, pure.Of course, that was just her aura. What she showed was fear, confusion, obedience.From the moment they met, they hadn't exchanged more than ten sentences.They'd spent less than ten minutes together in total.

But Sebastian couldn't deny it—her every expression remained vivid in his mind. So vivid.So...So clear."Boss, it's done."Elias had stitched the wound and given him a tetanus shot himself.When he looked up, he saw the Boss smiling faintly with his eyes closed.Elias's heart skipped a beat. He quickly lowered his head and pretended he hadn't seen anything.

"It's just a flesh wound, thankfully. No internal organs were hit. Avoid water, and it'll heal in a few days."But with Boss... who knew?Was that smile one of satisfaction?Or a signal to unleash hell?Especially tonight—this wound, this house, that innocent-looking 'Miss Liliane'...It all felt strange.

Sebastian didn't open his eyes. He simply said coldly:"Check two people for me."The first: the man who stabbed him.Sebastian had been caught off guard. He'd managed, in a split-second, to dodge the fatal blow, deflect the wrist, and memorize a few key details. But chasing the guy? That was for his men.The second person, of course—was Liliane.After the ambush, Sebastian didn't know which faction had moved, how bad things could get, or how deep the setup ran.

Hiding became priority one.He hadn't gone far. This area was one of the rare "neutral zones" in the city.He needed peace and time to think.So he ended up here.Coincidence?Not really.In this neighborhood, no one lived without a nanny.And at eight o'clock at night, every house was brightly lit—except one.Liliane's house.

And right as he arrived, Liliane came home and unlocked the door.Too convenient.From the shoe rack by the entrance, it was clear—Liliane likely lived alone.At the time, it matched his security needs perfectly.Then she turned on the lights.Then he saw her.That face.Sebastian wouldn't deny it—his thoughts shifted.

No one slept that night.He dozed briefly on the sofa while the drugs took effect. But before 11:00 p.m., he was back on his feet.Sitting in the hall, he issued remote orders—combing through every corner of his territory.A major incident had occurred.His face remained calm.But inside—He was furious.

Sebastian was the kind of man who ran the underground from the shadows.And if he didn't sleep—Then the entire underworld didn't sleep.No holidays, no warning—just endless orders from the top.Even those who had nothing to do with the incident were shaken, afraid they'd crossed a line somehow.

That night, more than a few unlucky souls were dragged in and beaten.No one knew exactly why.But they vaguely understood—It had something to do with the legendary "Boss.""Boss" wasn't just a title.It was like The Don, The Pakhan, The Governor—a name feared and respected.Not necessarily a family heir.Though... maybe there was a connection.Thirty years ago, there had been a true king of the underworld.The Don.