Damian couldn’t understand why the man in front of him wanted to be seen as a fool. While he was still thinking, Gaston seemed to lose interest in small talk.“You can contact your family, right?” Gaston asked. “I’m leaving!”Damian still felt pain coursing through his body as he quickly rose to stop Gaston from leaving. Inside, that pain only strengthened his resolve not to let the man in front of him walk away so easily.“Master, wait!” he called out, his voice filled with both hope and fear.Gaston’s expression turned to one of surprise. He furrowed his brow, as if he couldn’t believe the title. “Master? Can I call you that?” he asked, skepticism lacing his tone.“I think that’s a bit much, Mr. Wagner,” Damian replied weakly, but with unwavering conviction.“No. That’s fitting,” Gaston retorted, still looking bewildered by the sudden shift in the situation.With trembling hands, Damian pulled a black card from his suit pocket. The card glimmered under the dim clinic lights, display

Gaston and Vivian arrived at the hospital. They quickly walked through the entrance, greeted by the antiseptic smell and the noisy sounds of medical equipment. Vivian, her face looking pale, held Gaston's hand tightly.As they entered the ward, Vivian saw her mother lying weakly in bed.Just a quick glance was enough for Gaston to know that this was just a ruse by his mother-in-law. Vivian might know it too, but as her daughter, she might hesitate to say the truth.“Mom, what happened?” Vivian asked, moving closer and gently patting her mother’s hand resting on the bed. However, Rosaline didn’t respond.Suddenly, Jonas appeared beside them with an angry expression. “This is all your fault!” he shouted without hesitation, making Vivian furrow her brows. “If you had just listened, Mom wouldn’t be in this state!”Gaston chose to stay silent and observe from the beginning. He used his keen ears to analyze the actual situation. With his skills, he could hear Rosaline's heartbeat—steady, ju

Gaston stretched his muscles and lifted the mask covering half his face, giving him a bit of privacy as he got up from the fall. He propped up his damaged bike, feeling the anger beginning to simmer inside him. Across from him, the woman who had hit him, Mona Brown, Damian’s girlfriend, still looked furious.“Ugh, how can a dirty bike like this be in front of the Wagner Group office?” Mona complained, her tone full of irritation.Gaston, just getting back on his feet, felt annoyed that she hadn’t apologized. He stood tall, glaring at Mona. Meanwhile, Mona checked her parked BMW, frowning as she saw the damage.“Oh my God, my car is wrecked!” she yelled, her voice full of panic.“Hey, miss, look at my bike too!” Gaston pointed out. “You ruined my bike!”Not backing down, Mona kicked the dented bike. “This piece of junk ruined my car. Do you know how much it’s going to cost to fix it?” she said threateningly.Gaston was offended by Mona’s words. “Miss, this thing you consider cheap and

Gaston had finished speaking with Damian, and the atmosphere in the room felt somewhat tense despite their important discussion coming to an end. Damian, a tall man with neatly groomed black hair, stood from his chair with an upright posture. His face displayed a serious yet friendly expression, as if he wanted to ensure everything went smoothly."Allow me to escort you, Master," Damian said, his voice firm but polite. He stepped toward the door, ready to lead the way.However, Gaston declined. "No need. I can leave on my own," he replied with a slight smile. He felt confident enough to walk out by himself after their satisfying conversation.Suddenly, Gaston remembered his broken bike. "What about my bike? Is it fixed?" he asked.Damian nodded and called one of his subordinates waiting outside. "Check on Mr. Harper's bike," he ordered. His subordinate immediately nodded.Before long, the subordinate returned and confirmed, "The bike is good, sir. It’s been repaired and is ready to us

As the hood over Gaston’s head was removed, he was blinded by bright light. Earlier, he had been dragged into a car and taken to an unfamiliar place. Now, he found himself in a room resembling a warehouse—dark, cold, and musty. The sound of the door slamming shut startled him, and Samuel appeared, radiating anger.“Wake up!” Samuel shouted, his face twisted with rage. He grabbed a bucket of cold water and splashed its contents onto Gaston’s face. The water soaked him, and Gaston, initially startled, couldn’t help but laugh. With his battered and wet appearance, he looked like a ragged chicken prepared for sale.“Bastard!” Samuel growled, furious at Gaston’s reaction. “I thought you were so powerful that you could talk big in front of me earlier!”Gaston merely scoffed, as if mocking Samuel, who was losing control. His laughter only infuriated Samuel more. In an instant, Samuel’s emotions exploded. He lunged forward and unleashed a flurry of punches to Gaston’s face. Each hit felt hard