The following week, Dexter boarded a flight back to his homeland with Barry and Snow accompanying him. The mood during the journey was quiet. Dexter’s fingers drummed restlessly against his armrest the entire time. He hadn’t returned here in decades. The thought of seeing his family again filled him with uneasiness.Finally, they landed.As they drove through the countryside in a weathered taxi, Dexter sat beside the driver, his face pale as he stared out the window. Barry and Snow sat in the back, watching him closely.Dexter cleared his throat. "I’ve made arrangements to meet my family at the estate. They agreed to grant us an audience at the family estate"Barry studied him for a moment before smirking. "You look so nervous, Dexter." Dexter swallowed hard. "Well, of course I am. It’s been decades since the last time I laid eyes on them." Snow glanced between them, her expression uneasy. "I’m surprised they were willing to grant us an audience." Dexter let out a humorless l

Dexter stood frozen, his cheek stinging from the blow, the taste of copper sharp on his tongue. His fingers trembled as he touched the reddening mark, his eyes wide with shock. Brutus loomed over him, his voice roaring like thunder. "Is this how you behave, you ungrateful wretch? How dare you bring these filthy rats into my house and let them defile me?" . Dexter swallowed hard, his voice barely steady. "Why should they sit on the bench? Mr. Barry is my future brother-in-law, and Snow is my fiancée. I had to show them some hospitality." A sharp laugh cut through the tension. Dexter’s aunt, a gaunt woman with piercing eyes, stepped forward, her lips curled in a sneer. "How dare you speak in that manner? If I recall correctly, you are no longer a member of the Theodore household. And yet, your uncle granted you an audience. Is this how you repay his kindness?" Brutus growled. “Kindness?” He threw up his hands. “I’m regretting it right now! I’ve had enough of this rubbish. Ever

The next morning, Brutus Theodore was lounging in his study, sipping on a glass of imported whiskey when his phone rang. He answered with a smug tone, "Brutus speaking."The voice on the other end was frantic. "Mr. Theodore, this is the Port Authority. It's about the shipment. Your goods at the seaport have been seized!"Brutus nearly choked on his drink. "What?!" He slammed the glass down, his face flushing red. "By who? On what grounds?""By order of Sullivan Group, sir. They claim legal ownership of the cargo."Brutus's blood ran cold. "That's impossible! Those are my goods! I paid for them!""The ship carrying your merchandise was recently acquired by Sullivan Group. As per international shipping law, the vessel and all its contents legally belong to them now."Brutus's hands shook with rage. "That's bullshit! What about the money? They can't just steal $400 million worth of merchandise. I paid for them!"“We understand your frustration, sir,” the voice said flatly, “but the tran

The next morning, Dexter sat in the plush suite Barry had arranged for him, flipping through a newspaper.Just as he was lost in thought, the door opened without warning. Barry Sullivan walked in, flanked by two of Brutus’s former lawyers, along with a few government officials holding thick stacks of documents. Dexter stood abruptly, his pulse quickening as Barry dropped the papers onto the table. "Congratulations, Dexter," Barry said. "Everything that’s been taken from you has been returned." Dexter caught his breath sharply.His eyes flickered to the documents—property deeds, business contracts, bank statements—all stamped and signed, all bearing his name. The family business. The Theodore estate. The cars, the trusts, the investments. Every stolen asset were now legally his again. Dexter's hands trembled as he reached for one of the documents. His name was right there—Dexter Theodore, reinstated as the sole heir and legal owner."This… this can’t be real," he whispered, h

Barry arrived home, his mind still reeling from his unexpected encounter with the Golden Cat. He found Sebastian in the study, polishing a set of antique silverware and humming under his breath.For a long while, Barry stared at Sebastian, his mind blank. Sebastian didn’t look up, but he sensed Barry staring at him. "Welcome home, master. You don't look so well.""I just met the Golden Cat of Good Fortune," Barry said as he walked in, dropping onto the leather armchair across from the fireplace. "He said I'll be visited by the Black cat of misfortune."The cloth glide over the metal without pause. Sebastian didn’t seem surprised. He didn’t even flinch. Barry tilted his head, studying him closely. "From your reaction, I believe you were expecting this." Sebastian set down the silverware with a soft clink. "It came even earlier than I anticipated," he admitted. "Most men don’t receive such a visit until their late forties or fifties." Barry’s jaw tightened, his hands gripping th