Xoom had requested funding, raw materials, and all kinds of resources. The Amko family had invested a great deal of money into this project. However, if they were selling the products at only seventy percent of the production cost, their daily losses would exceed three million dollars. That was just in a matter of days. By now, the Amko family had already lost nearly twenty million dollars. That amount might be nothing to Philiz, but if it ended up strengthening Hamilton Group instead, he would be furious enough to vomit blood. Somma was even more enraged. He had hoped Xoom would perform well enough to earn support from the family head and rise in rank. But instead, Xoom had failed at something so simple. Instead of damaging Hamilton Group’s reputation, Xoom had produced high-quality products that only improved it. And the materials? They all came from the Amko family. No wonder Hamilton Group had ramped up their promotions and their product supply had increased so rapidly.

Gobu brought them to the factory’s main floor and introduced the staff who would teach them the work processes. If anyone appeared distracted or unserious, Gobu made sure they paid attention and worked properly. After seeing Gobu break three of Somma’s fingers, Philiz immediately changed his attitude. He didn’t dare say a single word. His eyes turned red and tears fell silently as he sat down at the assembly line and began to work seriously. That day became one of the worst in his life. “Philiz...” Somma groaned while clutching his injured hand. “What do we do now? What can we do?” They had no way to contact anyone. Bringing in expert fighters to face Dixon was no longer an option. Dixon had forced them to become factory laborers—something they had never done in their entire lives. “You dare ask me that?!” Philiz grabbed a random object beside him and threw it at Somma’s head. “If it weren’t for you and your son, do you think I’d be humiliated like this? If I could, I would’ve ki

"You can't just walk away!" Philiz cried out in desperation. "Even if you beat me to death, I won't let you leave!" Philiz had no other option. If he stepped outside this place, he would be hunted down and likely killed within ten minutes. Since everyone believed he had the Mopp family’s backing, the only way to survive was to actually secure their support. He wasn’t stupid. In this critical moment, his mind was sharper than ever. If he didn’t stop Dixon now, the Amko family would truly be finished. "What do you want?" Dixon asked, eyes narrowing. "Hurry up. I don't have much time." "The Amko family... has to officially work with Hamilton Group now!" Though filled with rage, Philiz had no other choice. Only by working for Hamilton Group and gaining protection from the Mopp family could they survive. "This factory... I will keep producing goods for Hamilton Group," Philiz said softly, as if his heart was bleeding. "But Hamilton Group must protect my family. Don’t let the other p

Abraham felt guilty. He knew he had been cruel, hurting one heart in the past, and now causing another to ache. He let out a long sigh and battled with himself. Matty quickly guided him to his seat and began serving rice, soup, and his favorite dishes. "I heard from the kitchen that you like these, so I learned to make them from the chef. Would you like to try some?" Matty offered gently. "And this soup too. Back when..." Her words suddenly stopped. Her face turned pale, and her eyes shimmered with tears. A wave of sadness hit her as she realized she could never replace the woman Abraham once cherished. She never meant to take her place, only to share a little space in his heart. Abraham took Matty’s bowl. "I owe you so much," he said quietly as he placed food into her preferred bowl. "You don’t need to wait for me anymore." Matty looked at the bowl and gave a warm smile, even as tears streamed down her cheeks. The sorrow in her heart made the food taste both sweet and bitte

Outside the gate. More than a dozen men had gathered. The factory’s security guards hid behind the windows, too afraid to open the gate. “Can this gate hold?” one of them whispered. “Move!” the leader of the group shouted as he swung his fist toward Gobu. “I don’t like repeating myself three times!” But Gobu was ready. With one clean, fast, and powerful punch, he struck the man’s face. His nose shattered instantly, and blood sprayed everywhere. “AARGHHH!!!” the man screamed as he rolled on the ground, clutching his face. Gobu stepped on his chest and said, “You don’t get the chance to repeat that threat a third time.” With a fierce kick, he sent the man flying over thirty meters, knocking him out cold. The rest of the group was shocked. But with Philiz’s head worth $3 million, and a total of $10 million if the entire Amko family was eliminated, it was a risk worth taking. “Go! Kill him!” one of them shouted. But they forgot one crucial thing—standing in front of