Taking a moment to ensure Victoria was listening, Jane continued. “Even if my brother won’t touch you, your enemies will definitely not let you go easily. They have restrained themselves thus far because of our support. How long do you think your family can last without our protection?... Think carefully about it! In seven days, we will be attending the Smiths‘ annual family gathering. Whether we end up friends or foes depends entirely on your decision!”“We’re leaving.” After leaving them with those harsh words, Jane stormed off with her entourage.Once Jane left, Charlotte finally unleashed her temper.The marriage concerned the fate of their family, and she would not allow Victoria to do as she wished“Victoria Smith! What’s wrong with you? Who gave you the green light to call off the marriage?”Charlotte felt like she was staring at a fool.Trevor Storm was the cream of the crop of the Southern province, and the hope of the empire.Before he hit thirty, he had been appointed as a

Sipping at the tea in his hand, William surveyed his surroundings while waiting for Eric to return.“Hey, who are you? Who let you in here?!” At that moment, a high–pitched scream came from the door.William turned around to find a young girl wearing a short skirt watching him carefully.She looked to be about eighteen years old. “I’m talking to you. Are you mute!” the girl shouted.“Leticia, don’t be rude!” When Eric heard the commotion, he immediately ran out and smiled. “Mr. Belmont, this is my daughter, Leticia Rowe. I spoil her too much, so please don’t hold it against her.”“It’s nothing. This is a normal reaction to seeing a stranger in your house,” William said with a slight smile.“Hmph, I don’t know where you picked up this random person from!” Leticia said with a cold expression, disgust evident in her eyes.“Silly girl, what are you saying? This is Mr. Belmont, a respected guest of the Smiths!” Eric glared.“Fine, fine. I’m too lazy to deal with your bullshit. I’m going o

Timothy Holland was a popular figure at school.Not only was he from an established family, but he was also handsome and the captain of the school’s basketball team.He usually responded to people’s cries for help.No matter what the trouble was, he could easily handle it.“Leticia, are you okay?” Timothy asked as soon as he appeared, looking like the classic gentleman.“I’m fine.” Leticia shook her head, her eyes bright.Naturally, she had some feelings for the school hunk, Timothy.They hung out together a lot too.“Timothy, thank goodness you came in time, or we would have been harassed by these people!” the short-haired girl said, terrified.“Don’t worry. With me here, no one would dare lay a finger on you!” Timothy raised the bat he was carrying, shooting daggers at the man in the suit. “Are you the one bullying my friends? Get on your knees and apologize now, and I may let you go. Otherwise, I’ll break both your fucking legs!”Timothy assumed an aggressive stance, his eyes sharp

Timothy immediately fell silent, swallowing the words he was about to say.Similarly, the rest of the male students kept their heads down without a word, terrified of offending the younger brother of Don Conrad from the Terrorblades.“Take her away!” Not wanting to waste any more time, the man grabbed the tied–up Leticia and turned to leave.“Stop!” Eric sprang up and grabbed one of the knives.He slid it against the suited man’s neck shakily and threatened. “Nobody moves! My blade might accidentally slip!”“Do you have any idea what you’re doing, old man?” The other man’s face darkened.“I don’t care about that. Let my daughter go!” Eric yelled, the blade digging into the other man’s skin.“Let her go!” Flustered, the suited man was scared he might agitate Eric.“Leticia, run!” Eric urged as soon as his daughter was released.“But what about you?” Leticia frowned.“I’ll be fine. You go ahead. I’ll be right behind you.” Eric forced a smile, not noticing when someone snuck up behind hi

The room fell silent instantly.Some of the students were wide-eyed as they questioned their ears.Had William just threatened Don Conrad?What the hell?This was the leader of Terrorblades they were talking about. How could William not beg for forgiveness, much less spew insults? Did he have a death wish?“You do have guts, kiddo. I guess I’ll have to teach you a lesson today.” With a chilling glare, Don Conrad signaled to his men. “You lot! Teach him a lesson!”“Yes, sir!”Exchanging glances, several of the bodyguards began inching toward William.They were the elites of Terrorblades.After enduring all the training, they had all become low–level martial artists, so they assumed that taking William down with their firsts alone should be a simple task.“He’s got skills, brother. Are you sure your men will be able to handle him?” the suited man asked hesitantly.He could still vividly remember what William had done earlier.“So what if he’s got skills?” Don Conrad humphed disdainfull