*****[A/N: For better understanding, context, and to be able to enjoy the following chapters as you should, please refer to Chapters 270 – 272 first.]…..Currently… inside a courtyard.It wasn’t particularly large… just spacious enough to comfortably accommodate perhaps a hundred people at most, yet the moment one stepped into it, scale became irrelevant.The entire place carried an overwhelming sense of intention, as though it had been lifted whole from a masterfully crafted painting, the kind created with impossible patience and almost divine perfection.Every angle, every stone, and every leaf appeared deliberate… nothing felt accidental. Even the empty spaces seemed planned, as if reality itself had paused, taken a step back, and admired its own handiwork before allowing time to continue.It wasn’t merely beautiful… that word felt insufficient.It felt unreal… otherworldly, like something that should not exist so casually within the mortal world, a place borrowed directl

*****Hearing his son’s report, the Elderly Patriarch of the Harrison family couldn’t help but stare ahead in a stupor, unable to say a word... instead, his thinking went chaotic.After seeing how anxious his usually calm and composed son had become, he had realized that whatever his son was about to report was far from good, yet this…“They… said that?” the old man finally couldn’t help but ask slowly, and…“Yes, father,” Reginald answered without hesitation.“And now,” he continued, frustration leaking into his voice, “we are being bombarded by bloggers, keyboard warriors, paparazzi, citizens, and every news outlet imaginable.”His temples throbbed.“They’re demanding our response, wanting to know whether we’re cutting ties with Sky Group, whether what the family revealed is a lie, or whether there’s a power struggle behind the scenes.”Reginald laughed bitterly, the sound short and humorless.“They’re even running polls about which side we’re ‘choosing,’ as if we’re actors

*****“Is this your grandson? The spoiled brat you said you’d bring for my family to train?”The words hung in the air, and…The Prime Minister, “_”Xavier, “_”The two froze in place, and for a brief, fragile second, it was as though time itself had tripped and face-planted.The air thickened, sound dulled, and both men stared ahead with expressions that screamed the same silent thought:‘Did he just say that?’But before either of them could recover and before reason, horror, or instinct could catch up on the Prime Minister…The elderly Patriarch narrowed his eyes, and then, slowly and deliberately, he swept his gaze over Xavier from head to toe.The scrutiny was sharp, judgmental, and entirely unrestrained, his lips curling slightly and his nose wrinkling in open displeasure, as though he had just noticed dust on an otherwise pristine artifact.Then finally…“Tsk.” He clicked his tongue.“He is indeed a spoilt brat as you had told me,” the old man declared bluntly. “Ac

*****The moment the Harrison Patriarch’s fingers dug into flesh, intense pain exploded sharply up his arm… clear, immediate, and undeniably real.Yet, the old man didn’t even react.Instead… he froze.‘I… I’m… not dreaming?’His heart slammed violently against his chest before he realized it, nearly leaping straight out.His soul felt as though it had been flash-frozen, shattered by the realization that this nightmare… was real.Swallowing hard, the elderly Patriarch slowly turned back toward the Prime Minister, only to see that the city’s leader was still bowing, still bent so lowly that his head nearly touched his knees, and still trembling.The sight cracked something fundamental inside the Patriarch, everything he thought he understood about power, hierarchy, and authority fracturing at once.Then… consciously or not, he turned, his gaze landing on Xavier, and… he froze.This time, it wasn’t from shock… instead, realization.Xavier no longer in any way resembled the sp

Dear readers and lovers of RFP, Thank you… truly for your constant support, your patience, your continuous love, and the understanding you never fail to show. It means more to me than words can fully express. First of all, compliments of the season to you all. This year has been a long and arduous journey, filled with its own share of ups and downs, losses and victories. Yet somehow, now, it’s slowly coming to an end, and despite everything, we are still here… and that alone is something to be grateful for. It may not have been the best year for many of us, but as long as there is life, there is hope. I sincerely pray that the coming year will be the best we’ve ever experienced, one filled with growth, breakthroughs, victories, and countless achievements. To the souls we lost this year… may it be loved ones, friends, family members, colleagues, and even some of our readers who didn’t stop reading by choice, but were taken too soon, receiving the never-expected visit from the Gri