Novels by kennyhart251

“Oh?” As if genuinely curious. Christopher tilted his head slightly, pretending to look puzzled.Norman took the bait instantly, smirking triumphantly. “You’re really good at bluffing, aren’t you, Christopher? Mr. Scot Vincent’s power spreads throughout Lisle City. He’s like a god here! I even heard he’s established ties with that mysterious big shot everyone’s been talking about. And you—” Norman pointed accusingly, “a washed-up nobody dares to say you’ll make him disappear? I think the one disappearing tonight will be you!” He threw back his head and laughed; others joined in mockery.Christopher sneered faintly. “Even if Scot Vincent himself were standing here, what could he possibly do to me?” Gasps rippled through the room. Harold’s face turned red with rage. “You insolent fool!” he barked. “Do you have any idea who you’re insulting? Mr. Vincent is a titan in Lisle City—his word decides life and death! You dare provoke him? You’re sealing your own fate!” Christopher only sh

Catherine could no longer hold her tongue, “Anna, you ungrateful thing!” she snapped, her expression twisted with contempt. “If it weren’t for the Lancaster family, you and that sickly daughter of yours would’ve starved to death years ago! We should have let you die on the streets instead of wasting our charity!” Each of her mocking remark deepening Anna’s humiliation.Anna’s hands trembled. Tears welled in her eyes, streaming down her cheeks as she bit her lip to keep from sobbing aloud.Seeing her pain—seeing the woman he’d once sworn to protect being trampled and scorned before a crowd made Christopher anger intensified.He stepped forward, his gaze burning with fire, he pointed a finger at Harold Lancaster. “Old man, Anna came here out of goodwill to wish you a happy birthday and show you respect despite everything your family did to her.”His tone hardened, “And what do you do? You insult her, mock her, and laugh at her tears. Do you think you can take me down with a few bodygua

The air was thick with disbelief.Christopher’s calm voice broke the silence.“The invaluable golden coffin,” he said evenly, “was crafted by the finest goldsmiths alive. Mr. Lancaster,”—his gaze lifted to Harold—“are you satisfied with the gift?”Every head turned toward him. The boldness of his words, the quiet confidence behind them, sent a chill through the room.Then, laughter erupted.Gerald, unable to contain himself, stepped forward with a sneer. “What a joke! What does Christopher think he’s doing—trying to act wealthy now?” he scoffed loudly, drawing a chorus of chuckles from the guests. “He claims it’s pure gold! Does he even know how much that would cost? He couldn’t afford a single bar of it, not in ten lifetimes!”Others joined in, voices filled with mockery and contempt.“Maybe he rented it from a pawn shop!”“Or spray-painted it gold!”“Hah! What a pathetic act of desperation!”But before their laughter could crescendo again, Harold’s furious roar cut through the noise

Anna blinked in surprise. “Mom… what are you doing here?”The elegant woman standing near the center of the hall shot her daughter a fierce glare.It was Evelyn Lancaster, Anna’s mother — her expression was icy.Beside her stood Howard Lancaster, Harold’s third son and Anna’s father, who was tugging nervously at her sleeve, silently urging her to keep quiet.Howard forced a strained smile and stepped forward.“My apologies, Father. Everyone, please, forgive the disturbance. It’s just… some family matters. Please, continue enjoying the evening.”The guests exchanged glances and later returned back to their seats.Howard quickly pulled Anna and Christopher aside, his forehead damp with sweat.Anna frowned, confusion and concern crossing her face. “Dad, what are you doing here?”Howard sighed and cast a quick glance toward the main hall, where Evelyn still stood among the Lancasters.“Your mother insisted,” he whispered hurriedly. “She said she wanted to mend things with your grandfather

Anna hesitated for a moment, “but the surgery is expensive, Christopher… it costs a hundred thousand dollars. Where did you get that kind of money?” She asked looking worried.Christopher smiled softly, “you don’t need to worry, Anna. I’m back now and I’ll take care of everything. Money won’t be a problem.”Her brows furrowed as she looked worried “Christopher… you didn’t—start dealing drugs, did you?”Christopher let out a helpless sigh.If only she knew.As Emperor, he commanded vast wealth that could shake nations. A mere hundred thousand dollars was less than a drop in his ocean. Yet, how could he explain that to her without sounding delusional—or arrogant? He simply smiled in silence.Seeing his quiet hesitation, Anna decided to let it go. She changed the subject gently.“Have you seen the news?” she asked. “Last night, all of Vance’s properties were seized. I guess he finally got what was coming to him.”Christopher’s lips curved faintly.When the Round Table moved, eliminating

For a moment, the room was silent.Then suddenly.Slap!The sound echoed through the air.Anna slapped Christopher’s cheek, her eyes were blazing with tears and fury.“You jerk!” she cried, her voice was cracking. “Do you think you have the right to judge me? You left me! You disappeared without a word!”“If you hadn’t abandoned me back then,” she screamed, “I wouldn’t be in this mess!”Her voice trembled, rising with anguish. “Do you even know what these five years have been like for me? My family disowned me because of you! Every time Faith asked about her father, I didn’t even know what to say! I’ve worked myself to death — any job, anything just to feed her!”Tears streamed down her cheeks as her words broke apart. “These years have been hell, Christopher… pure hell! I’ve been hanging by a thread!”Christopher stood motionless. The rage that had burned in him moments ago faded away.He had never imagined that Anna had suffered so much.He took a slow breath. “Anna…I’m sorry.”He r