. . When Carolyn heard the outburst from the smallest member of the family, a mischievous smile spread across her face, as if a new, wicked idea had just lit up in her eyes. "Oh, who’s this little rascal?" Carolyn taunted, her voice dripping with mockery. "Didn’t anyone teach you not to curse your elders and to treat them with respect? Maybe I should teach you some proper manners myself." She turned toward one of her guards and commanded coldly, "Bring that little brat to me!" Without hesitation, one of the burly bodyguards grabbed Trixie, lifting her as though she were weightless, and began carrying her over to Carolyn. "Let me go!" Trixie shouted, struggling against the guard's grip. But despite her defiant spirit, Trixie's small stature made it impossible for her to fight back effectively. There was no way she could resist someone so much stronger than her, no matter how hard she tried. She was still just a fragile little girl. "Let her go!" Daisy cried out when she saw Trix

. . "You've hurt the ones I love," Landon growled, his voice laced with a bone-chilling malice. "And for that, there is no escape. You deserve to be punished—no, you will be punished." His eyes burned with a fierce, unquenchable thirst for vengeance, glowing with an intensity that seemed almost otherworldly. Every word he spoke was heavy with the promise of retribution, like the calm before an unstoppable storm. The murderous intent emanating from Landon was palpable, thick in the air, pressing down on everyone around him. It was so overwhelming that even the bodyguards surrounding Carolyn, hardened warriors who had faced countless deadly adversaries, were taken aback. Their breaths caught in their throats as they realized the magnitude of the danger they were facing. For the first time in their lives, these experienced fighters found themselves up against someone whose murderous aura surpassed anything they had ever encountered. It was as though they were standing before a predator

. . In the bustling public square, no one could believe their eyes. Was it the gathering crowd or the five elite guards, who called themselves the “Invincible Spear,” that were more stunned? All were left in a state of utter shock when they saw that Landon had killed Carolyn Anderson without even batting an eyelid. “H-he killed Miss Anderson just like that?” one onlooker stammered, his voice trembling with disbelief. “It appears so…,” another replied, their face pale with dread. “My goodness… this is terrible… Hell will break loose soon,” someone whispered, fear evident in their voice. The onlookers murmured among themselves, each one commenting with anxiety and dread in their eyes. None of them wanted to be in Landon’s shoes at that moment. It was unthinkable—no one had expected Landon would actually go through with killing the young Miss Anderson, a member of the powerful Anderson family. He was bound to face harsh retribution for his actions. Everyone knew the Anderson family

. . The truth was that Landon had already begun to suspect what was wrong. However, he wanted to hear just how bad things had become with the Enoch family, especially after his personal conflicts with the Anderson family. “The Anderson family is blaming us for working with you to attack them,” Martins began, his tone heavy with frustration. “The last time I was at their estate, George actually ordered my death. If it hadn’t been for the fact that I’ve seen some improvement with my core, I don’t think I would’ve made it out alive. George called me a traitor, right to my face, when I went to see him after he got injured.” Landon sighed deeply, his expression showing both understanding and resignation. “I have to be honest, Sir. Your so-called friend, George, was never a good friend to begin with. I didn’t have a falling out with him because of your family; it had nothing to do with you. He brought the conflict to me by picking a fight. He sought me out, not the other way around.” “S

. . When Landon saw the name flash across his phone screen, identifying the caller as Elena, his brows furrowed in confusion. 'Why is Miss Elena calling me all of a sudden?' he wondered, his mind searching for possible reasons, but none came to him. After a brief moment, he shrugged and decided to answer the call anyway. “Hello, Elena?” he greeted, his tone curious. “Hello, Landon. How are you doing?” came Elena’s soft and slightly hesitant voice from the other end. “I’m fine, thank you. And what about you? How have you been?” Landon responded politely, reciprocating her greeting. “I’m doing well, thanks,” Elena replied, her voice sounding more composed now. "So, how’s today going to be for us? What’s the plan?" she asked, diving straight into the reason for her call without preamble. “Today?” Landon repeated, his face scrunching up in a puzzled frown. For a second, he had no idea what she was referring to. “Yes, today,” Elena answered, a note of impatience creeping into her v