No choice But you

The chaos by hacker.....

Est: "Relax. If the mafia can't catch me, you think your flop police squad can?"

He leaned back, stretching, sarcasm dripping like honey.

Est: "Honestly, it's more fun watching them panic . See? I'm nice sometimes."

The table went dead silent, then—

Dou: "YOU'RE SMIRKING. Oh my god, he's smirking. He actually did it."

Tose: "I'm telling you, this man's gonna end up on national news before finals."

Tam: "Correction: he already IS. And I'm changing my seat before the FBI drones lock on."

Est just sipped his iced coffee again, totally unbothered, lips curling at the chaos he'd started.

"Let them scream," he thought, eyes glinting. "This game's just getting started."

IN THE SHOOTING SET:

Meanwhile, in another world of glitter and lights, William stood under harsh spotlights on a film set. 

The camera was rolling, Director  barking gentle but sharp instructions in his signature calm-but-deadly tone. 

William adjusted his expression, slipping effortlessly into character, his face carved like stone, emotions subtle but powerful.

 He was Thailand's golden actor — perfection on screen.

But outside the spotlight, his mafia shadow never dimmed.

As soon as the director called for a five-minute break, Karan slipped into the set with a file tucked under his arm, bowing his head slightly.

"Boss, your schedule after shooting — you'll attend the Gucci brand launch at Siam Paragon Mall. Media will be heavy, I already arranged tight security."

William nodded, tone clipped. 

"Fine. How's the investigation about the information leak?"

Karan hesitated, his lips twitching before he confessed,

 "We're trying, boss. The hacker was... quite talented. They keep covering their tracks. That's why it's taking time."

William's jaw clenched. His hand flexed, veins pressing sharp against his wrist.

 His patience, always thin, was nearly cracking. 

"I don't want excuses, Karan. I want progress. If I let this drag, more chaos will follow. Find that bastard."

 His voice dropped into a quiet, lethal register. 

"Make fast progress, before I lose mine."

Karan bowed deeply, but before he left, William added, "What about Est? The information I told you to gather — did you get it?"

"Yes, sir. I sent the file to your mail. Everything about him... family, education, his background."

"Good. Leave."