Chapter 599

　　Third person's POV 　　Inside the Hartley family's villa. 　　Klein finally escaped danger, and Dwayne breathed a sigh of relief. 　　"Klein, you're finally awake. You have no idea how worried I've been," Dwayne said. 　　Klein, having just regained consciousness, was still pale, his body weak from the ordeal. Yet, he managed a comforting smile for his brother, a feeble attempt to ease the tension in the room. "How could I bear to leave you? Look at your hair, it's almost as wild as a lion king's." 　　Dwayne, a designer by profession and usually the epitome of fashion and grooming, had let his appearance go in the wake of Klein's crisis. His golden hair, once meticulously styled, was now unkempt and messy, a stark contrast to his usual fastidiousness. 　　"Klein, you shouldn't be in the mood to joke with me. You've had such bad luck," Dwayne remarked, a hint of a smile playing on his lips despite the gravity of the situation. 　　"Bad luck? I'm alive. To me, that's already very lucky," Klein repl