"What? How... How is that possible?" Mr. Walter's heart pounded in dread with sweat forming at his brow. It was like a heavy stone was compressing him.Rudolf has caused a sudden and a strange surge of fear to linger over him. Everything he has built over the years has just vanished in split seconds.Mr. Rudolf involvement doesn't bring anything good, other than chaos and destruction. He was known as the 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒚 and he just proved it. Rudolf built the Lund empire silently, fiercely, and without mercy. He had toppled old-money families, seized multi-billion-dollar contracts overnight, and was rumored to have political and judicial strings wrapped tightly around his fingers.He didn’t need to raise his voice, his name did the damage.“What happened?” Marissa rushed over, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she saw Walter clutching his chest, his breaths were short and shaky. “Dad?” Betty’s voice cracked with panic as she hurried to his

Dylan met his gaze calmly, saying nothing at first, letting the tension stew. Then with a cool nod, he answered.“Yes, sir. I own a mansion. The regional firm can confirm that.”The weight of his response hit everyone like a punch. Even Becky stumbled back slightly, realizing she might have just dug herself into a hole she couldn’t climb out of.“That’s not possible… you… you’re lying too.” Her firm voice was now trembling. She just felt like strangling Dylan, maybe with that, he will voice out what she needs to hear.And the quiet confidence in Dylan’s eyes told everyone in the room that he wasn’t bluffing.Mr. Walter’s jaw tightened as he turned sharply to Becky, his voice louder than it had been all day.“Becky!” he snapped. “You’ve crossed the line...again. You speak without facts, accuse without proof, and humiliate your sister over personal jealousy! I won’t allow you to turn this house into a battlefield over your tantrums.”Becky was frozen to the spot as if the floor itself

"“What?” Everyone gasped.Betty’s eyes widened with her breath catching in her throat. 'Did he just say he’s going to invest in my dad’s company?'Her heart pounded so fast it felt like it might leap out of her chest. She could barely process the words...It didn’t seem real. 'Dylan… investing?'Not only had he saved them from danger, but now he was stepping in to rescue the family business without hesitation. 'He didn't even ask how much is needed... Is he that rich?' Betty was even confused with Dylan's identity at this point. Dylan's mansion was already a shocker to Betty. It was definitely far beyond what a scholarship student or school cleaner can afford. And now, requesting to invest billions into her father's company without hesitation? That was something only someone from an elite, possibly aristocratic background could do.She stared at him, completely unsure of who Dylan really was at this point.“He’s bluffing! That’s what he does... Trying to feel among and everyone

Reality crawled upon Becky when she realized that Dylan didn't just win everyone's heart rather he owned the largest shares in her father's company.Technically, he owned more of it than Mr. Walter himself. The same boy she had spent time mocking, laughing at, treating like dirt… now stood as their saviour. Not just in name, but in power...!She stared at Dylan, her mind reeling. Was this really the same guy everyone laughed at back in school? The cleaner? The pauper?Why did I believe them? I shouldn't... I shouldn't have believed them.... I should have defended him...!Now her perception of Dylan just changed instantly and she was now seeing the handsomeness that hatred had blinded her to. It was like Dylan became more handsome in her eyes and she just couldn't stop stealing glances at the unmatched handsomeness.'When did he become this... Captivating?' He was so handsome that it made Becky's breath hitch at the moment. She couldn't believe she had been stupid to look down on Dyla

Everyone was urging Dylan to stay the night. With how late it had gotten and the threats still looming, most believed the roads weren’t safe to drive at night.But what unsettled Dylan wasn’t the road.It was Becky.Her sudden warmth, soft tone in her voice, and the way she now looked at him, none of it looked genuine. It wasn’t respect... It was admiration for power... for his money. Dylan could see through it all.She didn’t care about him. She cared about what he now represented...!“Dylan... it wouldn’t be bad if you just spend the night here,” Becky said softly, stepping a bit closer. “We could get to know each oth—”“No...I will be fine.” Dylan cut in before she could even finish. His voice was calm and final.Becky's fake smile cracked for just a second as her cheeks burned with embarrassment, but Dylan didn't even spare her another glance as he turned to leave.Marissa watched how Dylan had abruptly cut off Becky like she was nothing more than a background noise. But Marissa