Zoro observed the precision in Hannah's attacks; they were the moves of a professional fighter. No one had told him that Hannah knew martial arts. While it might have been true in the past, she certainly wasn’t known as a championship holder.Zoro hadn’t anticipated the fight would be this difficult. If he had known, he would have charged double for the job.He briefly considered taking the money and walking away, but his reputation meant everything to him. Backing out of the fight with Andrew would be a devastating blow to his pride, something he couldn’t afford to let happen.“We’ve wasted enough time talking! To hell with this—it's getting boring,” Andrew said sharply, a hint of a smirk on his face. “I’ll take care of you, and my girlfriend can handle yours. Then we’ll be good to go.”Without giving Zoro a chance to calculate his next move, Andrew sprang into action, rushing forward with blistering speed.Andrew darted forward with blinding speed, his fist aiming straight for Zoro'

Andrew was dressed in a expensive suit as he stood with Hannah by his side. Hannah looked as stunning as ever, her slender figure accentuated by in a dark blue gown. The two exchanged a warm glance, their lively expressions reflecting the pleasant memories of the splendid evening they had shared the night before.Andrew stood near the side of the podium, positioned in the background where presenters typically made their entrances.From his vantage point, he could see the venue was filled to capacity. To his astonishment, every attendee was of considerable influence—representatives of powerful business empires. The gathering had created quite an uproar in town, drawing significant attention.Paparazzi and journalists had swarmed the location earlier, but Andrew had taken precautions to ensure the exclusivity of the event.He had included specific instructions in the invitations requiring all attendees to wear masks. This measure was implemented not only to preserve anonymity but also

Andrew had been framed; he never thought he would encounter such a situation. For someone who was always calculative, this took him completely by surprise. He hadn’t seen this coming. What was he going to tell the police? The fact that they had already been called suggested that someone was behind this. He had thought his uncle was his only rival, which left him on the unknown side. He didn’t know who he could suspect. Andrew sat in the interrogation room while a police officer stood opposite him, his hands were cuffed to the metal table. Across from him stood an officer, his arms crossed as he leaned against the wall, silently sizing up Andrew. “Tell us the truth,” the officer barked, “You killed your uncle, didn’t you?” Andrew leaned back in his chair. His piercing gaze met the officer’s, as he replied in a low tone, “I didn’t kill him.” The officer slammed his hands down on the table, causing the cuffs to rattle. “Don’t lie to me!” he shouted, his face which was mere inche

Andrew sat on the basketball court’s sidelines, in his orange prison uniform, a newspaper in hand.The distant sound of sneakers squeaking against the concrete and the bounce of the ball felt as the other inmates played a heated game.A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he skimmed the headlines. His companies were recovering, stabilizing after his recent maneuvering from behind bars. Even in prison, his influence remained unshaken, he was a silent king in the prison, and nothing happened without his approval indirectly.A bulky young man approached, stopping just beside Andrew before leaning down to whisper in his ear.“Boss, I got the info on everyone like you asked.”Andrew lowered the newspaper slightly, his sharp gaze shifting to the side. "Good... uh..." He hesitated for a moment, trying to recall the young man’s name.“Fredrick, sir,” the man answered quickly.Andrew gave a curt nod, flipping the newspaper closed. “Right. Go on.”Fredrick swiftly pulled out a foldergh,

Andrew gritted his teeth as the officers dragged him out of his cell and down the dimly lit corridor.The guards didn’t listen to his protests. They didn’t care.His wrists were cuffed tightly behind his back, and his body still ached from the fight with the masked intruder. But it didn’t matter—they had already made up their minds.A sharp blow landed on his ribs, forcing him to stumble forward.“I didn’t try to escape!” Andrew snapped, breathing heavily.The lead guard scoffed. “Yeah? Then explain why your cell was open in the middle of the night.”Andrew’s jaw clenched. He didn’t have an answer—not one they would believe, anyway.The guards dragged him into a small, windowless room—one of the prison’s disciplinary holding cells.One of them pushed him against the wall. A fist slammed into his stomach.Andrew coughed, his body felt the immense pain.“Tell us the truth,” another guard demanded. “Who helped you try to escape?”Andrew lifted his head, his sharp gaze locking onto the ma