“Reuben, you’ve just recovered. Let’s get you back to the room for some rest,” Happiness urged, quickly changing the subject. Gratitude lingered in her heart for Adam saving her husband, but in her mind, Julian was still the perfect son-in-law. Heir to the Marlowe family, wealthy beyond measure, and tied to power—no ordinary man, not even a brilliant doctor like Adam, could compare.After leaving the Montclair residence, Adam flagged down a cab toward the train station. But as the minutes passed, he noticed the scenery grow quieter, the streets emptying into stretches of darkness. The driver never once glanced at him, hands stiff on the wheel.Adam leaned back lazily, though his eyes sharpened. The cab wasn’t heading anywhere near the station. He smirked inwardly. Julian… you’re still playing games?When the cab finally slowed, Adam found himself in front of an abandoned warehouse at the edge of town. The driver’s nerves showed as he muttered something incoherent and scrambled out of

Adam’s eyes narrowed, his tone dripping with disdain. “You think the name Marlowe scares me? You’re nothing but a worm crawling under that banner. Any last words? Say them now… or you’ll never get the chance again.”Tony’s bravado shattered instantly. The chill in Adam’s voice sank into his bones, and his instincts screamed to run. His legs moved before his brain caught up. He staggered two steps back, then spun around to bolt.A low chuckle rolled from Adam’s chest, cold and merciless.He lifted his palm casually, striking nothing but air.The warehouse thundered with a deafening boom. The force ripped through the atmosphere like an invisible hammer. Tony’s body jerked violently, lifted off the ground, and was hurled like a ragdoll across the cracked floor. He tumbled hard, a spray of blood bursting from his lips before he crashed down with a bone-jarring thud.Tony groaned, clutching his chest. His ribs felt as though they had been shattered inward, organs squeezed beneath the crush

Tessa shut her eyes in despair as hot tears slid silently down her cheeks. She hated herself for crying, but what else could she do? No matter how much she resisted, she was powerless against Julian. The ropes cut into her wrists, the room felt suffocating, and every second that passed only deepened her helplessness. Even the thought of ending her own life felt impossible—her body was bound, her spirit cornered.Julian, however, showed no pity. On the contrary, her fear only seemed to fuel him further. The glint in his eyes was twisted, almost feverish, as he stepped closer. “The more you fight, the more you interest me,” he muttered, throwing himself toward her.Tessa’s heart pounded. She prayed, Adam… if only you were here.But before Julian could lay a hand on her, a sharp whistle split through the air. A split second later, the tall glass windows behind him shattered into glittering shards as a steel dart sliced its way inside. The projectile cut straight toward his chest with dea

He gasped, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints. “How could it be you?”The face before him was unmistakable. He had seen her earlier that very day at the hotel, but that was nothing compared to what he was seeing now. His mind reeled. This wasn’t just any woman—it was her.Julian’s breath hitched. “Lord Nyra… one of the Four Gods of War.”The weight of the realization nearly crushed him. Insulting her wasn’t just reckless—it was suicide. It was tantamount to spitting in the face of the Supreme General himself. The entire empire trembled at the mere mention of her name, yet here she was, in his grip, her mask torn away, her identity exposed.For the first time in years, genuine fear flickered in Julian’s eyes.“Let go of me now!” Winda snapped, her voice sharp and commanding despite the blood trickling down her lips. Her aura, even wounded, was enough to rattle the air.Julian instinctively loosened his hold, his hand trembling. For a heartbeat, reason almost won over. But then the paran

Julian’s heart raced, but a dark smirk remained plastered across his face. He only hoped that the Supreme General would not find out about this. If the Supreme General discovered his actions, Julian’s entire family would be condemned, and he would be personally held accountable. And there's no being or place that can shield him from the Supreme General's wrath.Lord Hammer was indeed a formidable fighter, far stronger than Winda, but against Julian, he was at a disadvantage. The space in the room was tight, and every movement mattered. There was nowhere to retreat, nowhere to regroup. Julian pressed forward relentlessly.In just twenty rounds of fierce combat, Lord Hammer found himself outmatched. His arms ached from parrying blows, and his body reeled under Julian’s calculated attacks. The smaller room worked against him, giving Julian the perfect opportunity to corner him.With a single misstep, Hammer was struck by a crushing punch. Blood erupted from his mouth, and he staggered ba