The atmosphere in the Turner manor was thick — a suffocating cloud of silence, anger, and humiliation that refused to disperse. The blood that had been spilled earlier in the day had already sent waves through New York’s upper echelon, and every breath now carried the stench of fear and betrayal.Elise Langford stood tall in the vast marble hall, her expression an iron mask. “Jordan,” she said sharply, her voice slicing through the tension like a blade, “you will cease this madness now. Are you deliberately choosing to go against the Langford family’s authority?”Her words echoed like thunder across the room. The Walker patriarch froze mid-step, his face pale but proud. Jordan’s voice trembled with restrained fury as he replied, “Lady Elise, I harbor no intention of disrespecting your house. But you must understand — my son was murdered. My flesh and blood! Do you truly expect me to stand aside and pretend as if nothing happened?”Elise’s eyes narrowed, the faintest flicker of disdain

Chris walked to Eva and spoke to her in a soft tone.“Excuse me,” he said curtly, slipping the phone into his pocket. “Something just came up. I need to deal with it urgently, so stay with them.” he rubbed her cheek gently…." I'll be back.”Eva understood the look on Chris's face as she knew that he was about to go and do something chaotic and she wanted him to do so. “ Make sure they suffer for causing harm to my parents.”Chris gently nodded. Without waiting for a reply, he walked out of the ward — his long strides echoing down the corridor until the sound faded entirely.“Where are you going?” Eva asked softly as Chris stood abruptly.“To end this,” he replied, and without another word, he left the hospital.”What are we going to do now?” He doesn't seem to want to overlook this incident, especially.” William stated.Thomas’s phone buzzed seconds later — an emergency alert. His expression turned grim as he read it. “The Bensons,” he muttered, “they’re under attack.”The rest of the

Chris looked at Dylan with an impatient expression on his face. “I don't have all day. I'm going to make you a cripple if you don't start talking,” he warned.“Go f*ck yourself !” Dylan spat back at Chris.Chris chucked and swiftly twisted Dylan’s already broken arm, yanking it with force, causing its bone to break again. Dylan screamed even louder from the pain, he struggled to break free, but Chris's grip was too tight to escape from, and he could only resign to the pain.“What are you doing? Let him go right this instant." Harold frantically yelled in a commanding tone, but instead, Chris applied more pressure.“Fine…Okay….Okay, I'll talk, so please just stop. I can't take it anymore.” Dylan begged, unable to endure the pain for much longer.Chris knelt beside Dylan and grabbed him by the hair, forcing his face upward. “Tell him,” Chris said, his tone low and deadly.“You… don’t understand…” Dylan groaned, spitting blood, his voice slurred.“Speak!” Jordan barked.Dylan’s compos

Elise studied him quietly for a moment, her eyes sharp, thoughtful. Then she smiled faintly. “Yes,” she said. “I rather thought you might say that. You don’t strike me as a man who leaves anything out of his control.”Chris raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”“Oh, come now,” Elise said softly. “Let’s not pretend. There’s nothing simple about a man who topples a century-old elite family in less than a day and builds one of New York’s fastest-rising corporations in a month.”Both Eva and Susan turned to look at Chris in surprise.Elise continued, her tone smooth but piercing. “You see, Mr. Chris, when you saved me, I made it my business to learn who you were. I found the name Sky Corporation attached to more than one sudden shift in the city’s business climate. Stocks collapsed, partnerships dissolved, and yet your company remained untouched. That is no coincidence.”Chris was silent. Inside, he couldn’t help but admire the old woman’s perception. Few could see through him so clearly

“Elias,” Elliot muttered, straightening in his seat, already knowing that whatever brought Elias to Brooklyn couldn’t be good news. “What are you doing here? I wasn’t informed—”“You don’t get informed, little brother,” Elias cut in sharply, shutting the door behind him with deliberate force. “You get instructed. You sound surprised. Didn’t expect me to visit my dear little brother?”Elias smirked, crossing the room with the self-assurance of a man who believed he owned everything his gaze fell upon, “Drop the act,” Elliot said coolly. “You wouldn’t leave Washington for pleasantries.”Elias’s smirk deepened. “You’re right, as always. I’m here on orders — from the Matriarch herself.”Elliot froze. “Sharon White?” he asked carefully.Elias nodded. He took slow, calculated steps forward, his voice dropping to an ominous calm. “Exactly. The matriarch of the White family — your so-called master’s stepmother. She’s learned everything, Elliot. About him, and about this little company of hi