The room grew quieter as someone exclaimed, “It’s Samuel Wade!” Heads turned toward the man now standing confidently in the center of attention. “Oh, so it’s Samuel!” a woman whispered excitedly. “He used to be the Prince Charming of Storm City. All the young ladies adored him.” “That’s right,” another guest chimed in. “I even heard Ms. Tessa was smitten with him back then. If his family hadn’t moved, it’s likely he would be the one standing beside her now.” The whispers grew louder despite attempts to keep them discreet. Unfortunately, Adam’s sharp ears caught every word, and a pang of unease settled in his chest. Samuel strode toward Tessa with a magnetic smile, his arms outstretched as if to embrace her. The audacity of the move made Adam’s fists clench, his knuckles whitening. Fury flickered in his eyes as he held back the urge to intervene. He’s really going to hug my wife in front of me? Adam thought, his patience thinning. But before Adam could act, Tessa took a deliberat

Samuel smirked, finding the situation hilarious. “Who do you think you are? You’re nothing but a little bug trying to act tough.” Adam remained calm, ignoring the jeers. Pulling out his phone, he dialed Hammer’s number. His tone was sharp and commanding. “You have one minute to fire Samuel.” The room burst into laughter, led by Samuel, who looked at Adam with contempt. “Are you trying to scare me with this little act? How pathetic! Do you even know who you’re talking to? Look at yourself before pretending to have any power.” Eleanor joined in, her voice dripping with ridicule. “Your performance is so dramatic. You might actually have a shot in acting. Too bad we all know it’s just a bluff.” Adam merely smiled, his expression unreadable, which only seemed to irritate the crowd further. Samuel was about to pile on more insults when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He glanced at the caller ID and froze. The name "Hammer" flashed on the screen. His confident smirk faltered as he answer

Tristan strode confidently into the grand hall, flanked by the elite Storm City Defenders. His presence was magnetic, exuding authority that commanded immediate attention. Wherever he went, the crowd instinctively parted, their heads lowering in deference. The weight of his reputation hung heavy in the air, and the expressions on their faces were a mixture of fear and deep respect. “Mr. Tristan!” Gerald Armand, the host of the event, wasted no time. He hurriedly approached Tristan, his two children following close behind. Gerald’s demeanor was ingratiating, almost desperate, as he extended his hand in greeting. His smile was forced, his intent clear—to curry favor with one of the most influential figures in Storm City. After all, the man standing before him wasn’t just anyone. Tristan was one of Lord Chaosbreaker’s trusted lieutenants. Even at the height of their power, the Armand family wouldn’t have dared to cross someone from Lord Chaosbreaker’s circle. Doing so was tantamount to

"Even if you refuse, I have a hundred ways to deal with you," Gerald retorted, his voice dripping with venom. His face was flushed red, veins bulging on his forehead as he glared at Adam, who stood unperturbed before him. Adam’s lips curved into a slight smirk. “Doesn’t matter. You still have to do it.” “In that case,” Gerald sneered, his tone turning more menacing, “you can try me.” Adam met his glare with disdainful calmness, his tone cutting through the tense atmosphere like a knife. “Go ahead. I’d like to see how far you can go.” Gerald’s fury boiled over, and his fists clenched tightly. Just as he was about to lash out, Samuel stepped in, placing a firm hand on Gerald’s shoulder. “Let me handle this,” Samuel said, his tone measured but authoritative. He turned to Adam, his expression a mix of pity and condescension. “Adam, listen. If you agree to the divorce, I’ll personally put in some good words for you in front of Mr. Tristan. Maybe, just maybe, he’ll spare you for my s

Wendy's body hit the ground hard after flying a shocking six feet through the air. A few of her bloodied teeth scattered across the polished floor, a stark and chilling sight. Her face, now swollen and disfigured, bore the unmistakable imprint of Adam’s wrath. She blinked dazedly, her eyes unfocused, as she feebly tried to lift herself off the ground. Each attempt ended with her collapsing back down, unable to summon the strength to stand. Brenda was the first to recover from the shock of what had just happened. Her face twisted with panic as she rushed to her daughter’s side, kneeling beside her trembling form. “Wendy! How are you feeling? Say something!” Wendy winced, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth as she managed to rasp out, “Kill him... Mom, I want him dead!” Her voice was weak, but the venom in her tone was unmistakable. Tears streamed down her face as she clutched at her mother’s arm. “Mom, it hurts... It hurts so much. You have to avenge me.” Brenda’s heart