The moment Gavin was dragged away in handcuffs, Rihanna stepped forward, heels clicking softly against the tiled floor. She approached Chris with a small, elegant smile curling her lips. “Thank you,” she said, her voice low but sincere. “You didn’t just help me… You saved the entire reputation of Asstas Group.” Chris gave her a modest smile, shrugging one shoulder. “I only did what I had to. Helping people that’s what matters to me. I always put my loved ones first. So helping Asstas... that was worth every second.” His words didn’t go unnoticed. A firm voice cut in from behind them. “Well said,” said Mr. Lockwood, Rihanna’s grandfather, as he walked toward them. His silver hair glimmered under the lights, his tailored suit pristine. He came to stand beside Chris, Rihanna, and Ava, his sharp gaze fixed on Chris. “You played a major role in protecting my company today,” he said with genuine admiration. “A simple ‘thank you’ wouldn't be enough.” He paused, letting the weight of hi

As Zack's hand slid through Alice's thighs, Chris burned with fury, the wrath of the Dragon within him stirring wildly. Zack glanced up at Chris, eyes locking as he caressed Alice's body. Just as Chris opened his mouth to unleash chaos, a knock on the door shattered the moment. "Sir, I think the event is about to begin!" a voice called, stalling Chris’s rage. Alice paused and gave Zack a sultry smile, silently promising they'd resume later. Today marked Zack’s big day—the grand launch of his company. The banquet was packed with high-profile guests. Karen and Ava had already arrived, looking regal and polished. As they stood admiring the opulence, Ava’s eyes found Chris standing stiffly beside the stage. She felt a pinch of pity, knowing his obedience kept him under her mother’s thumb. While she watched him in silent conflict, Alice descended the stairs, one arm wrapped around Zack's. They moved like British royalty. Just as she passed by Chris, her heel caught the step. She stag

Alice froze, her breath catching in her throat. Her jaw fell open, but no words followed. The surveillance footage played mercilessly on the giant screen, showing the exact moment she faked a fall—only to discreetly slide the necklace into Chris’s pocket.Her knees trembled beneath her as dread tightened in her chest. Chris stood still, calm on the outside but smirking inside. He watched her panic build, and he relished every second of it—knowing exactly how this moment was orchestrated.While Alice stirred chaos to draw attention, Miss Poison had gone fully alert. Her crew, already scattered across the event, had their eyes wide open. Chris had seen this coming. He knew Alice and her family were up to something, and he’d made sure his people were in position. So when Alice slyly slipped the necklace into his shorts, he saw everything—clear as day. He didn’t react. Just a glance up at Miss Poison’s crew, who gave him a quick nod, confirming they were ready to strike.But Alice wasn’t

Zack glared at Chris, his rage barely contained. The reality of what was happening still refused to settle. His company—his dream—was crumbling before his eyes. Sponsors pulling out. Contracts terminating without warning. And all of it began after Chris made that threat.Gritting his teeth, he stormed to the VIP table. His voice tried to stay calm, respectful, anything to patch the damage.“You all don’t have to make hasty decisions, okay?” he said, forcing a placating tone. “We can talk this out. This company just launched today—can we really afford a misunderstanding already?”A stern-looking man in a tailored suit rose from his seat. His voice was firm and unapologetic.“I’d like to remind you, Mr. Leonard, that this isn’t a personal decision,” he said, gesturing toward the others at the table. “The board gave the directive. It wasn’t just me—everyone here received the same order from higher up.”Zack’s throat went dry. He looked around at the other VIPs, but their eyes were distan

Chris’s face drained of color. Nothing grated on his pride more than being humiliated by a woman, especially after what his wife had done to him. Ever since her betrayal, his tolerance for women’s disrespect had thinned to a thread. And now, Bianca had slapped him.He stood frozen, staring up at her. His jaw clenched, and his eyes glowed red with suppressed fury.“Why did you—”“Are you gonna hit me, huh?” Bianca interrupted him, stepping forward boldly like she was daring him to try it. “You poured that cold juice on me. Instead of acting like a decent human and apologizing, you're just standing there asking useless questions? You want another slap, huh? Say something stupid again and I’ll give it to you!”Ava pushed forward, anger flaring in her eyes. She had seen the whole thing, seen how it all went down, and now she couldn’t hold her tongue.“Watch your attitude, girl,” Ava snapped, jabbing her finger in Bianca’s direction. “You didn’t have to slap Chris. He didn’t pour the juice