Chapter609 As the convoy of nearly twenty luxury vehicles came to a smooth and coordinated halt in front of the restaurant, the atmosphere around the entrance shifted almost instantly, because even before the doors of the cars were opened, the sheer presence of such an imposing procession had already drawn the attention of everyone nearby, from the staff standing at the entrance to the pedestrians passing along the street. One by one, the doors opened. Felix stepped out first. Then Serena. Then Christene. Behind them, the formation moved with practiced precision, as the bodyguards and members of the Crimson Victorium Force subtly positioned themselves around the three of them, forming a natural but unmistakable protective perimeter, while the maids followed closely behind, maintaining a composed and elegant presence that further elevated the overall image of the group. No one released any visible pressure.No overwhelming aura. No display of force.And yet their appearanc

Chapter611 The narrow corridor remained tense with crude laughter and mocking voices, the group of thugs still basking in what they believed to be a perfectly executed ambush, their weapons raised and their confidence swelling as they looked at the stranded vehicle like hunters who had already secured their prey, and yet, beneath that noisy arrogance, something subtle had already begun to shift.The car door was suddenly opened and Felix stepped out. He did not rush. He did not release any aura. He simply stepped forward. Calmly and stood before the man who had orchestrated the trap. The sudden movement caused a ripple among the thugs, their laughter faltering slightly as their attention locked onto Felix, because although he had done nothing extraordinary, there was something about his presence that felt… wrong. Too steady. Too composed. Too unbothered. The man in front reacted immediately.His earlier smugness hardened into alertness as he raised his weapon and pointed it

Chapter613 While Felix diverted from the main path to handle the unexpected situation that had unfolded on the road to the hospital, Serena and Christene, accompanied by the Crimson Victorium Force, the maids, and the remaining security guards, continued forward toward the restaurant entrance with steady and composed steps. Their formation still intact and their presence drawing quiet attention from everyone in the vicinity, yet just as they approached the grand doorway framed by polished glass and decorative lighting, their movement was suddenly intersected by another pair of figures who had arrived at almost the exact same moment. The pair stood out immediately. Not because of numbers. But because of presence. The woman, Clorisa Farensa was dressed in an extravagant gown that shimmered with embedded crystals, each step she took causing the fabric to catch the light in a dazzling display that seemed deliberately designed to command attention, while her jewelry alone could riv

Chapter 615 Clorisa did not waste even a single second after setting her plan into motion; the moment she had slipped the folded bill into Gabriel’s palm and watched his hesitation dissolve into silent compliance, she straightened her posture, adjusted the glittering necklace that still hung around her neck for the last time before it would disappear. And then without warning, her expression twisted into outrage so vivid and convincing that it seemed as though something truly valuable had just been taken from her. “My jewelry is gone!” Her voice cut through the restaurant like a blade, sharp and loud enough to silence every conversation at once, causing forks to pause mid-air, glasses to stop halfway to lips, and heads to turn in unison toward her table, because this was no ordinary complaint from a random guest, it was Clorisa Farensa speaking, and her words carried weight far beyond their volume. “My necklace… my bracelet… they’re gone!” She stood abruptly, her chair

Chapter 617 The moment Felix’s voice rang out from the entrance, the entire restaurant fell into a suffocating silence, as though the air itself had been pressed down by an invisible force, and every single person presen whether seated, standing, or whispering just moments before froze instinctively, their bodies stiffening as their eyes turned toward the doorway in unison. And then, they saw him, Felix, who just enterrd into the rrstraunt after returning from the set up. He stood there. Calm. Still. Unmoving. Yet his mere presence made the atmosphere feel heavier, colder, more oppressive than anything that had happened before, and it did not take more than a second for recognition to spread across the room like wildfire, as faces shifted from confusion to shock, from curiosity to disbelief. “Him…” “Is that…?” “No way…” “That’s Felix Author…” The name alone was enough. Because this was not just any figure of influence. This was someone whose actions had shaken entire pow