Chapter 2 May the best man lose.

A man in a plain white tee and black shorts sat in his study room, his legs crossed on the table, a mug of coffee in his hand, and his eyes fixed on the document he was holding.

He was absorbed in its contents, his expression unreadable.

As he lifted the mug to take a sip, his phone rang, vibrating slightly on the wooden desk. With a sigh, he set the coffee down and answered the call, placing the phone on his ear.

"Mr. Hugh, Mr. Bono was involved in an accident."

Anton's body stiffened. "What?"

"He suffered a head injury. The doctors say he's slipped into a coma."

Anton's grip on the phone tightened. His expression remained composed, but a storm brewed within him.

"Location?" he asked in a steady voice tone, intentionally masking the weight of the news.

"I'll send it to you right away, sir."

The call ended, leaving Anton staring at the screen for a moment before setting the phone down.

The only person he considered family was now lying unconscious in a hospital bed. He inhaled deeply, letting out a slow, calculated sigh before rising from his chair.

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Outside the hospital, Anton stepped into the cool evening air, his hands tucked into his pockets. His personal assistant, Mr. Robert, walked beside him, his expression blank.

"How did this happen?" Anton asked, his tone calm but laced with pain.

"I don't know, sir. I only received a call from the hospital informing me of the accident."

Anton's jaw tightened. "What has the team found out?"

"Nothing so far, sir. There are no clues at all."

Anton stopped walking, his gaze icy. "Tell them to conduct a thorough search. I want answers in a week."

"Yes, sir."

He turned back toward the hospital entrance, his gaze walking over the hospital building. "And lest I forget, transfer Mr. Bono from this... wrench of a hospital." His tone was sharp with disapproval.

"Understood, sir."

As Anton was about to enter his car, a sudden movement caught his eye. A woman in black baggy pants and an oversized black polo brushed past him, her long, silky black hair grazing his face.

His brows lifted slightly as he watched her walk-elegant yet nonchalant, exuding confidence in every step. She stopped a few feet ahead, speaking to a man before grabbing his hand and dragging him away without hesitation.

Intrigued, Anton's lips twitched into a small smirk. He didn't know her, but something about her demeanor-her long and confident strides, the nonchalance written in her eyes, the feisty energy she embodied-told him she was an interesting woman.

With a final glance at her direction, he got into his car and was driven off.

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Mia strolled into the hospital's veranda without a care in the world, her hands tucked into her pants pockets. She moved with ease, paying no attention to the people around her.

Spotting Dixon, she came to a stop in front of him. "Luther told me I'd find you here," she said, tilting her head. "So, what exactly are you doing here when we have business to handle?"

Dixon shifted uncomfortably. "Tiffiny's mom is ill."

Mia raised a brow. "Who's Tiffiny?"

"My new girlfriend." He said quietly. "She asked me to wait here."

She groaned, rolling her eyes. "I never knew you were such a doting son-in-law."

Dixon grinned. "Well, now you know."

"Let's get out of here."

"But what about-"

Before he could finish, she grabbed his hand and pulled him along with little effort, not caring about the curious glances they received.

Dixon sighed in resignation. "You really have no patience, do you?"

Mia smirked.

"We have a 'lot' to do, you know that."

As she spoke, a certain mysterious glint appeared in her eyes; one that could make anyone shiver.