Blake remained standing tall, his gaze cold and unwavering as he stared at Nico. In front of him, the man in the maroon shirt continued grinning arrogantly, while Carter sat on the ground, clutching his bruised and reddened hand from being stomped on. "You’d better just walk away," Nico waved his hand dismissively, his tone dripping with mockery. "Otherwise, you'll end up like this loser here." Blake didn’t react to the provocation. His eyes remained fixed on Carter, who was clearly in pain. He could see the fear in the bespectacled man's expression. "Just go," Carter muttered, not wanting to drag Blake into his troubles. Blake stayed silent, unmoving. He figured this kind of thing must have happened before, but he understood just how much Carter was suffering. His gaze returned to Nico, now colder than ever. "You’re going to get into trouble for doing this." It was both a warning and a firm statement, meant to make them think twice about repeating their actions—whether in the o

Zuri clenched her teeth, struggling to contain the fury boiling inside her. She couldn't believe all the jewelry was fake—and worse, that Blake had the audacity to give her such a cheap imitation. She abruptly stood up from her chair. "That damn broke bastard! I knew Blake could never afford real jewelry!" Alice tried to calm her down. "Zuri, please, relax." She raised her hands, trying to soothe her friend, not wanting to disturb the other customers in her store. "I was such a fool to think you could ever have a hundred million dollars. That useless son-in-law could never afford something this expensive. He tried to deceive me, damn it!" Zuri slammed the table, her breathing ragged. She didn’t even care about the sharp stares from people around her. Her rage had reached its peak. "I had a bad feeling from the start! How could that pathetic man possibly give me something luxurious? He probably bought this from a bargain market and thought I wouldn’t notice!" Her head felt like

Jason nodded. "Yes, we can offer each of you 5 million dollars." Liana quickly glanced at her son. That was a large sum to give away just like that to the three police officers, but now was not the time to think about that. Romeo's freedom was the priority. Liana also nodded while clasping her hands in front of her chest. "Yes, we'll pay whatever it takes as long as you release my husband." The two officers behind Marco exchanged glances with each other. They were unsure if their leader would accept the offer or continue with their task. "How about it? Or maybe that's a small offer?" Romeo frowned. "Just tell me how much you want. I'll give it to you." He was so confident that his offer would work. He didn’t care how much money he would lose; after all, he had just gotten a commission from the illegal arms sale. It didn’t matter if he lost a lot of money, as long as he could be free and keep his family safe from punishment. "Oh, that's a very tempting offer," Marco nodded,

Betrand stood frozen in place. The confidence that once radiated from his face had vanished, replaced by a ghostly pallor. His eyes widened in disbelief as he listened to the news from his assistant over the phone. “The investors have pulled out of all partnerships after learning about the company's stock decline, sir,” his assistant's panicked voice echoed through the receiver. Betrand gripped his phone tightly, his knuckles turning white. Cold sweat trickled down his temple, his jaw clenched, and his throat tightened. He was in complete shock. “We tried to convince them to stay, but they’ve already given up,” the assistant continued, desperation creeping into his tone. “Even the banks are starting to reject our loan applications. If we don’t act fast, the company will go bankrupt!” Hearing those words, Betrand staggered backward, his head spinning. This couldn't be happening. His company had always been stable, its power in the business world unshakable. But now? Everything was

“We tried to convince them to stay, but they’ve already given up,” the assistant continued, desperation creeping into his tone. “Even the banks are starting to reject our loan applications. If we don’t act fast, the company will go bankrupt!” Hearing those words, Betrand staggered backward, his head spinning. This couldn't be happening. His company had always been stable, its power in the business world unshakable. But now? Everything was crumbling in mere hours. He swallowed hard, trying to regain his composure. “How did this happen?” “What’s wrong?” Merry frowned, concern flashing across her face as she observed her husband’s stunned reaction. Betrand remained frozen in shock, completely ignoring Merry’s question. His hand, still gripping the phone, began to tremble, his fingers clenching around the device so tightly it was as if he wanted to crush it. His breathing turned erratic and uneven. Slowly, he turned his head. His eyes flickered quickly toward Blake, a mix of shock, f