*****Inside the taxi, neither Sarah nor David could collect their thoughts. Instead, the echo of their son's words reverberated endlessly in their minds.’50 million dollars, pocket change?’That statement alone had shattered every preconceived notion they once held.They had wanted to scold Xavier.They had wanted to scream at him and demand answers.They had been moments away from unleashing a storm of disbelief.Fifty million dollars wasn’t just money—it was legacy. A fortune that some powerful, wealthy families have spent generations building.With that sum, you could purchase your dream mansion, a fleet of exotic cars, even a private jet, and never lift a finger in labor again.That amount could build a business empire… yet their son had spoken of it like it was spare lunch money.He had spoken too casually, calmly, and utterly unshaken.It was as though he were referring to pocket lint.By the time the family of four eventually arrived at Villa Number One, neither p

*****Still, inside the lavish, oppressively decadent office, a suffocating silence hung like a storm cloud as all eyes locked onto the trembling thug who had just barged in.Every breath felt frozen, and every heartbeat deafening. No one moved, no one blinked. And the air seemed to have solidified, trapping everyone in an eerie still frame.They found it hard to process his words for a moment until finally…“Did… did you just say…” Vidor’s voice cracked, hoarse, and laced with disbelief, “That the two fugitives… whom we’ve ransacked the entire city for… are here?”His words shattered the silence like a hammer to glass.The thug visibly flinched, and his throat bobbed as he struggled to swallow the lump of fear rising in it.Ultimately, he turned his head very slowly and mechanically, only to be met with an ocean of eyes—every one of them piercing, merciless, and glinting with lethal impatience. The weight of those stares crashed into him like a tsunami.His breath quickened,

*****Just as Madam Tush was going to take matters into her own hands… literally:“Wife, I beg of you—please,” Master Tush gasped, panting as though he’d just clawed his way out of a collapsed mine.Sweat poured from his bloated face like a ruptured dam, soaking the collar of his tailored shirt as his massive chest heaved up and down, threatening to split his ribs.Madam Tush paused, then twisted her neck toward her husband, her gaze as sharp as a serpent's fang.Her entire being radiated blistering malice, her hatred boiling over like molten steel. Despite her bandaged frame and the façade of injury, her eyes burned with one singular obsession—revenge.“Don’t you dare try to stop me!” she snarled aggressively, her voice coarse and jagged like broken glass.Master Tush froze at the venom in his wife’s voice. He was stunned momentarily. But then he exhaled a frustrated breath that trembled through his thick lips.“I know what they did was disgraceful. I know you were humiliated

*****Xavier had never anticipated that chaos would once again arrive during what should have been a simple, quiet purchase. All he had wanted was to buy the herbs, return home, prepare the restorative potion for his parents, and perhaps, for once, rest early.Now, with an aching jaw and nerves fraying at the edges, he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.“I’ve had a long, soul-draining day already. I seriously don’t have the time or the patience for any of this idiocy again,” he muttered, his tone cold, heavy, and sharp like a serrated blade—so dark that it made the earlier tension in the room feel like a warm breeze in comparison.“You insolent mutt…”Master Tush’s face twisted into a snarl. His veins bulged, rage pulsing through his oversized frame like molten lava.“What the hell are you worthless meat sacks standing around for?! Break their bones already! Do your damn jobs!” he bellowed, each word saturated with venom.The two guards straightened instantly.Then, wit

*****(Previously promised Bonus Chapter)….Absolutely no one anticipated the venom Xavier spewed so suddenly.Not Master Tush, not the smug guards, not the trembling attendant, not the haughty Madam Tush—Not even Vidor, the worthless excuse of a man, whom Xavier had thrown his question at.They all stood paralyzed, their expressions frozen in time, stunned by the bombshell Xavier had casually dropped like a flaming meteor into their fragile reality.His words continued echoing through the store like a curse, sticking in the air and clearly haunting their thoughts.Seconds ticked by, feeling like eternal minutes.Then—“Wha… what kind of deranged filth just came out of your mouth?!”Both Vidor and Madam Tush shrieked simultaneously, their voices laced with unmistakable panic. It was as if they shared not just the same sin, but the same rotting soul.At that precise moment, both of them were internally crumbling.Vidor’s face was flushed crimson with dread. He knew exact