Henry, Matt and Cassandra were gloating and they didn't bother to hide it. “Grandfather, I thought we have put an end to this meaningless argument. Why are you still acting this way?” Eva queried. “That man is a stranger to us. I don't know him and I don't want to see him here. His presence is the reason why our family is in such discord.” Charles announced adamantly. “He is my husband?’ Eva retorted in a stern voice. “This is my house and my words are final.” Charles vehemently refuted. “So be it then! We will leave as well if he leaves.” Eva boldly declared. “we don't have to do that, Eva. You paid for this house with your own money so your mother has an equal right to decide who stays or goes.” Bruce stated, his voice sounding very calm.” Chris on the otherhand had a blank expression on his face as Charles words “You…. “Fine, we will talk about this later but “It’s not that I don’t care about you two. Let me explain. When I gave the money to your uncle to build these tw

Chris’s eyes narrowed slightly, the briefest flash of disdain crossing his features. “It’s not necessary…... I wasn’t exactly welcomed with open arms.” Emma scoffed softly with a raised eyebrow and her impression of the Turner family instantly declined. She looked at him—at the man who’d reshaped her father’s legacy, saved her family from ruin, and trusted her enough to run one of the most powerful real estate companies in the city. To others, he might appear like a regular guy, but Emma knew better. Chris was the storm that moved quietly through the room—dangerous, precise, and unrelenting. “The Turner family has no idea how lucky they are,” Emma added. Chris didn’t reply. He simply looked out the window, thoughtful. After a long pause, he finally turned back to her. “Book me a place to stay for the week.” Emma straightened. “You’re not staying with Eva?” He shook his head. “Not in the same house as the Turners. They didn't allow it so I'm going to stay in the hotel.” “I wo

As he passed one of the meeting rooms, something odd caught his attention. A door—closed tightly—rattled ever so slightly. He slowed his pace, listening more intently. There it was again—the faint, unmistakable sound of a doorknob turning rapidly, almost desperately, from the inside. Chris frowned and stepped in front of the door, placing his hand on the knob and tried to push it but it didn't budge as the door was locked. He knocked. “Is someone in there?” No answer. Then—BANG! A loud thud exploded from inside, as though a body had slammed into the door. Chris instantly backed away, his instincts flaring. Without hesitation, he took a step back and drove his foot into the lock mechanism. The wooden door crashed open with a loud bang, splinters flying as it slammed violently against the wall. Chris barged in, eyes narrowing as his gaze swept across the dimly lit room. It was a cramped storage space, the air musty with the scent of dust, paper, and something more unsettling

The captain of the security guards stunned and speechless. Every movement Chris took was prisice and he could tell that Chris could have dealt even more damage to his subordinate judgeing by the level of skill but he just rendered them into harmless situations. The remaining two guards behind him wanted to attack but instead He stepped forward, one hand raised to hold his men back. “That’s enough,” he barked. He looked Chris over, frowning. “I don’t know who you are but I’ll admit that you are a skill fighter however we still haven’t run out of reinforcement yet so I suggested that you willingly give yourself up” Chris scoffed at the captain words “hmph….you won’t even be able to subdue me even if your reinforcement arrives” The captain felt insulted by the bold remark Chris just uttered and felt that Chris was just an arrogant fellow. “You fool! Do you even realize what situation you are in right now and the severity of your actions? You are an intruder in a private property a

After leaving the ladies room, Emma was surprised that she couldn’t find Chris where she had left him but she assumed that he mustn’t have gone far. However, that thought began to change when she realized that she couldn’t find him anywhere close. “I was preoccupied,” Chris replied in a calm tone. Emma’s gaze dropped to the girl curled on the floor, then to Craig slumped against the cabinet, and she immediately understood. She instantly had a darkened expression on her face. “What happened here?” she demanded, her gaze sweeping across the chaos. Her eyes landed on the girl, curled up against the dusty cabinet. Emma’s stomach turned. The girl's blouse was torn, her cheeks streaked with mascara and fresh bruises. “You,” she snapped, pointing at the older man. “What the hell did you do?” Seeing the interaction between Chris and Emma, Captain Diego had put the pieces together and reckoned that Chris wasn’t lying earlier when he said that he was here to pay the general manager a visi