Neuron furrowed his brow, his eyes narrowed as if trying to understand the situation. He leaned closer, until his voice was just audible to Harvey. “Is this what you call a quiet life?” he whispered, with a sharp sarcastic tone. “It's more like a bullying stage.”Harvey didn't answer immediately. He just sipped his drink calmly, as if nothing could shake his mood. Finally, he brought his face a little closer, his voice low but firm. “I don't like being conspicuous.”That answer left Neuron speechless for a moment, staring at Harvey like someone who had just heard an unsolvable riddle. He pulled his face back, his brow furrowing further. Neuron just let out a long breath, his sigh sounding like someone giving up in the face of chaos. “Suit yourself,” he muttered as he leaned back in the chair, choosing not to engage further.Vania's loud laughter broke the atmosphere, her tone full of mockery. Without warning, she picked up the bottle of Warrior's Blood that was on the table, then del

Vania jerked back, her body almost losing its balance as a loud noise pierced the air, accompanied by broken glass bottles scattering around her feet. Her scream was shrill, breaking the silence. The acrid smell of wine wafted over her, mixing with the panic that suddenly overcame her.Her eyes widened at the sight of the red puddle spilling out on the floor, mixing with the shimmering glass. Chris' body drooped on the floor, his face grimacing in pain as he held the side of his body that was probably injured.Vania's heart was racing, as if it wanted to jump out of her chest. Without thinking, she crouched down beside Chris, her hands shaking as she tried to pull him to his feet. “Chris! Are you okay?” her voice trembled, anxiety mixed with fear.Chris's eyes were glued to the four bottles shattered to pieces on the floor, a pool of luxurious crimson liquid spreading like an unforgivable sin stain. The figure of 35 million dollars instantly flashed through his mind, making his head f

Chris gawked as his forehead furrowed into a crease. Doubt seemed to hang in the air, making Chris freeze. A moment later he shook his head with a hesitant grin. "No, no, Uncle Chad. Uncle Chad must have made a mistake," Chris said, breathing heavily. His eyes glanced sharply at Harvey, narrowing his eyes slightly as he found this atmosphere quite strange. "There's no way Harvey is the one who helped you, right?" In that atmosphere, Harvey only smiled faintly. It was so thin that a mysterious air seemed to haunt the room. Harvey's presence seemed solid even though Chris didn't know what wall he was on. Chris' mind drifted to remembering that his uncle had once told him that his uncle had saved his life when he was robbed by an unknown person. The robber had a gun, and Chad almost lost his life. However, a young man came and helped Chad. The man beat the robber and then helped Chad. Chad felt he owed the man his life. He promised to always remember him and would help him if he ever

Although Chris's head was bent, his body was still rigid, as if he was holding back something he had yet to say. Chris's forehead wrinkled, a sign of suppressed resistance. For a moment, he opened his mouth, but only a mumble came out, “How can someone like that-” His words were cut short when a hand flew over and tapped him lightly on the back of the head.Chad stood up straight, eyes narrowed sharply at Chris. There was no need for words, his gaze was enough to convey searing anger. “Don't you dwell on something that will trouble you later!”Chris bowed his head deeper, his mouth tight, as if afraid to let the air out. His eyes were fixed on the floor, right in front of Harvey's feet. His heart pounded, his body trembled - something felt wrong, but he couldn't decipher it. His hands began to droop, dizziness spread slowly, making all thoughts locked in the darkness.Chad grunted as he looked at Harvey. His gaze became uncomfortable on Harvey, after all, Harvey should have gotten goo

Harvey raised one eyebrow slowly, a small movement that felt like a sharp warning. His lips formed a thin line, as if every word that would come out had to be chosen carefully. He stared at the woman with sharp piercing eyes, like a gust of cold wind hitting the skin. The air felt heavy, making the woman jerk back half a step.“Excuse me?” he said in a low but stressful tone, as if each syllable contained a hidden threat. “I don't know who you are and your words are too harsh.”Harvey turned his face away, his gaze falling on the flashing digital numbers near the elevator button. He stood straight, barely moving, with a flat expression that left no room for pleasantries. His breathing remained regular, as if whatever was happening around him was none of his business.“I don't have time to watch movies,” he said quietly, yet coldly, like a blade of ice against skin.On the other hand, Emma felt the nape of her neck crawl. Something about the man's voice made her heart beat faster than