All eyes turned to the doorway, where an elderly man with striking white hair stepped in. Cris Angel, the Divine Doctor himself, exuded an air of wisdom and authority. His sharp, discerning eyes swept across the room, his furrowed brows hinting at irritation as he assessed the tense atmosphere. Despite his age, his presence was commanding, and the weight of his words seemed to silence everyone.Job's face lit up with a wide smile as he stepped forward, bowing slightly in respect. "Master Cris," he greeted warmly, his tone filled with exaggerated deference. "I'm so grateful you've arrived. But I must tell you, there's a brazen young man here claiming you would kneel before him the moment you see him."Daniel, unable to contain his excitement, nodded eagerly, his smug grin widening. "Yes, Master Cris, you won't believe the arrogance of this kid! He even had the nerve to make it sound like it was an undeniable truth."Cris's eyes narrowed as he frowned deeply. His tone carried a sharp ed

Max surveyed the room with an air of calm authority before speaking again. "Before we begin, let me say this: if anyone here is responsible for the mattress, now is the time to confess. If not, I assure you, the consequences won't be pleasant."The room remained silent, the expressions of everyone present neutral—except for Job, whose forehead and back glistened with sweat. He shifted uncomfortably under Max's gaze, but Max didn't call him out. Instead, Max smiled faintly, his eyes sharp."Well then," Max said, his tone steady, "since no one's speaking up, let's begin."He raised his hand, his fingers moving in deliberate, precise gestures, as if weaving a spell. A faint glow emanated from the mattress, and suddenly, drops of blood began to rise from its surface, defying gravity as they floated in the air. The blood shimmered momentarily before darting straight toward Job.Following the blood, a dark, ominous mist began to seep out of the mattress, taking the form of sinister spirits

After the call, Max slipped his phone back into his pocket. The elder Altamirano approached him and asked, "Is something wrong?"Max nodded slightly. "I need to return to Pampanga immediately. There's an issue involving my wife."Without missing a beat, he turned to Cris and instructed, "Prepare a vehicle." Cris responded respectfully, but before he could leave, the elder Altamirano interrupted, "No need. I have a private jet you can use to get back to Pampanga quickly."Max didn't hesitate and accepted the offer with gratitude. The elder then ordered Job to escort Max and Cris to the jet, ensuring their swift departure. Job nodded respectfully and led the way, guiding Max and Cris out of the villa.The group boarded a golf cart and drove through a vast expanse of land behind the villa. Eventually, they reached a sleek private jet parked on a runway. The jet gleamed under the sunlight, a state-of-the-art Gulfstream G700, with a sleek silver-and-blue exterior, large windows, and engine

His hand fell lifelessly to the ground as his body went still, the life draining from his eyes.Nathan swallowed hard, his hands trembling as he barked out commands to his men. "Move! Now!" he shouted, his voice wavering.The mercenaries immediately raised their weapons, their faces now grim with tension as they took aim at Max. The room filled with an oppressive silence as Max scanned the area calmly, his piercing gaze finally landing on Nathan. Letting out a slow, measured breath, Max's expression turned icy.His eyes shifted to Alexa, who sat tied to the chair with a faint, hopeful smile despite the worry etched on her face. "Max," she whispered, her voice trembling. She didn't know what to say, overwhelmed by relief and fear. The sight of Max's calm demeanor against the dozen guns aimed at him made her heart race. She flinched when her cheek stung, a reminder of the slap she had endured.Max's gaze fell to the faint mark on Alexa's face, and his blood boiled. His jaw tightened as

Max let out a deep sigh before nodding quietly. Alexa's face was a mix of shock and disbelief. She took a step back, her voice trembling as she asked, "Why… why did you hide this from me?"Max looked into her eyes, his tone calm but heavy with regret. "I just wanted to live a peaceful life, Alexa. I never intended to deceive you or hide anything from you," he said. "You know this marriage was arranged by your grandfather."At that, Alexa's expression hardened. She interrupted, "Then why didn't you refuse? Our family is just second-class compared to someone like you. You're… you're someone so much greater."Max sighed again, his gaze softening as he explained, "Your grandfather helped me in the past. He showed me kindness when no one else did. Marrying you was my way of repaying that debt.""That's not enough," Alexa said, shaking her head. Her voice was firm, tinged with frustration. "There has to be more. Is there another reason you kept all of this from me?"Max opened his mouth to