At dawn, Sofina rose before the sun and dressed in a rush. Today was her first official day as deputy.Her nerves buzzed like fire in her chest as she wanted to go meet the village leaders and the merchants under Baroness Wolfsbane’s command.The Wolfsbanes might not be wealthy, but they owned a small mining town—one that didn’t cover much land, yet its veins ran deep with rare ore, valuable enough to keep the Baroness’s domain alive.If Eden’s group agreed to buy directly from them, the price of their ore would soar. It could change everything—new tools, new homes, better lives.Sofina prayed she could make it happen.Meanwhile, as Alex buttoned his worn jacket, he looked at Sofina with a crooked grin.“Dear,” he said softly, “since we got married, I’ve never given you any jewelry.”Sofina froze, eyes wide in surprise. “You don’t need to give me anything,” she said, smiling faintly. “Having you beside me already makes my life wonderful.”Alex chuckled, brushing a bit of dust off his

Alex Saint-Claire stared at Baron Rainer with a cold, hollow expression.“When the Saint-Claire’s family was ambushed that night,” Alex said quietly, “the nobles came at us like wolves. They tore through everyone. My entire family died… except my father. Everything we owned was stolen, taken by whoever arrived fastest in the chaos.”“But the law is clear. No matter who looted what, every business tied to the Saint-Claire line still belongs to the Saint-Claire blood. If the family has no heir, only then can the name change—and even that takes a hundred years.”Alex stepped closer, “So yes, Baron Rainer—you’ve been allowed to use it. But that ends today.”“I, Alexander Saint-Claire, rightful heir, reclaim this property now. The Royal Prussia Fine Jewels belongs to the Marquis Saint-Claire. It always has.”A sudden pulse of blue light flickered from Alex’s bracelet. A three-dimensional document unfolded in midair, and the same holographic file materialized in front of Baron Rainer. The

Alex was stunned for a moment. He couldn’t believe this woman still had the nerve to taunt him.He nodded slowly. “Of course. Of course.”Alrun turned with a triumphant smile, certain that her taunt had finally shut him up. In her mind, Alex was still the same pathetic dog from Rosenheim—loud when he barked, but crawling back the moment she snapped.“Mr. Ernest,” Alex said suddenly. “Did you know Miss Alrun here is my friend?”Ernest blinked, caught off guard. “Miss Alrun… you’re Mr. Saint-Claire’s friend?”“Yes! Yes!” Alrun blurted, almost tripping over her own words. “Alex and I were great friends for three years!”That was all Ernest needed to hear.“Well then… starting today,” he declared without a second of hesitation, “you will take over as the General Manager of the entire Imperial Amber Houses.”It was a massive jump—four tiers in a single breath. A general manager’s salary, benefits, and authority were on an entirely different level. They controlled staff across multiple bran

Felicia hated being looked down on. But today, it felt like the entire street had gathered just to spit on her pride.Even strangers were pointing at Alex like he was some circus mistake.“See that man?” a woman sneered loudly. “That’s Alex the dunce—the walking error. He doesn’t even understand basic math, let alone advanced.”She turned to her young son and jabbed a finger at Alex.“You know what you’ll become if you’re that stupid? A dog wrapped in human skin. Just like him.”The boy frowned. “But… I heard he already escaped from being Rosenheim’s dog?”“Oh, sure,” the woman said, her voice dripping with poison. “Escaped to do what? Be a gardener for the Eden Group? A glorified cleaning service.”“Plucking leaves. And look at his mother-in-law—showing up here screaming about a loan she can’t even pay back. Do you want to end up like him, or have a mother-in-law like that?”Felicia’s face flushed a violent red.It burned—humiliation, rage, disgust—like someone had smacked her with a

Felicia didn’t catch the name of the count—she just exploded“How dare you hit Count Gustav! Who the hell do you think you are?! Do you know the punishment for striking a noble? You’re dead!”“You bitch! How dare you insult Count Oskar! I’ll rip that filthy mouth right off your skull!” Viscount Friedrich roared back. He grabbed Felicia by the neck and slapped her across the face.It was like lightning tore through both Gustav and Felicia at the same time. Their rage vanished. Their minds snapped awake.Count… Oskar?The man in the immaculate suit standing in front of them—calm, unreadable, watching—was that Count Oskar of Winchester?The man who ruled every inch of the underground world.The man whose name alone made criminals tremble.The man who unified the entire underground in just two years—through blood, corpses, and fear—turning himself into a living legend.The man no one crossed.Because everyone who tried… died.Color drained from Gustav and Felicia’s faces instantly. They w