Mia emerged from the sleek black car, clad in a beautiful black dress. She was currently wearing a stunning white wig. At first, they didn’t notice Zed standing beside them. However, when Nick Campbell shifted his gaze toward him, recognition dawned."Oh? Who do we have here? The man of the moment," Nick Campbell stated. When Mia heard those words, she swiftly turned her head to face him. "I never thought I'd see you in a place like this.""Oh, yeah? And what is that supposed to mean?" Zed inquired, his expression indifferent."You always hated parties and gatherings. You also said you don’t drink alcohol because it dulls the senses. But here you are—in a club like this one," Nick Campbell remarked."I came here to get a drink and clear my head. I didn’t come here to party or have fun. And I also didn’t order any alcohol," Zed responded. "I hope you two enjoy your time here," he added, turning to face his car to step inside."I’m sure it just hurt," Nick Campbell spoke up before Zed c

Zed stood beside his car, his eyes scanning the place. The area was filled with dozens of luxury cars, and several businessmen and women were busy making their way inside. Even though Zed was as rich as them—richer, even—he still felt like he didn’t belong here.The aura around these people, the way they carried themselves, it was far different from him.“I guess it’s one thing to have money, and another thing to know how to carry yourself and all,” Zed mused as he straightened his suit before walking forward.He walked toward the entrance door and stepped inside. Zed scanned the place after stepping in.The hotel looked different from the rest.The space he just walked into was vast and filled with expensive chairs, and the people who walked inside went ahead to sit down on the vacant seats. Zed walked to the corner of the place and sat down on a seat that was isolated from the rest.He pulled out his phone from his pocket and began to scroll through his social media app to avoid eye

Hearing the words of the man, the whole crowd let out a collective gasp, their eyes widening in shock and disbelief.Nick’s jaw dropped, and his eyes widened in pure terror. His heart pounded violently in his chest, the rhythm loud in his ears, and cold sweat trickled steadily down his face, soaking the collar of his once-pristine suit.“W-What… what did you just say?” Nick stuttered, barely able to form the words.“That’s right,” Derrick spoke up, staggering forward with blood still dripping from his nose, a cruel smirk tugging at his lips. “My father is Salazar McCall.”A hush fell over the crowd, heavier than silence. Even those unfamiliar with high-level crime could feel the shift in the air.“I guess now you know who he is,” Derrick continued, his voice laced with satisfaction. “And you look terrified. Seems like you know exactly what he’s capable of.”Nick instinctively took a single step backward. His thousand-dollar suit was now drenched with sweat, the expensive fabric clingi

All heads in the hall turned sharply at the sound of the man's voice, and when their gazes landed on him, their eyes widened slightly in surprise.It was Zed Zimmerman."Who's that man?" a woman among the crowd asked, craning her neck for a better look. "Wait, isn't that Mr. Zimmerman?""Mr. Zimmerman? Yes, it’s really him. The owner of Platinum Industries!" another voice chimed in, excitement tingling in her tone."I’ve always dreamed of meeting this man. I had no idea he would be in the same room as me," a younger lady added, her voice filled with awe."Oh my God, he's so handsome and charming," another woman gushed, her cheeks flushing slightly.The crowd immediately began to murmur among themselves, their eyes glued onto Zed with a mix of admiration, curiosity, and even a touch of envy.Derrick glared at Zed, scanning him from head to toe. His face twisted in recognition, and a scowl formed instantly."You... I know you. You’re that man from the club yesterday," Derrick blurted ou

The hall fell into a heavy, awkward silence. For a few moments, no one moved. Then, slowly, everyone began to resume what they were doing before the commotion. Some sipped their wine and resumed quiet conversations with their business partners, while others, curiosity gleaming in their eyes, made their way toward Zed.Zed inwardly cursed. He had wanted to keep a low profile tonight—to avoid any unnecessary attention—but his actions had just painted a giant target on his back. Now, everyone in the hall knew exactly who he was.Businessmen and women surrounded him, bombarding him with a barrage of questions about his company. They asked how Platinum Industries had managed to create and distribute such an astonishing number of vehicles to various dealerships in such a short time. They demanded to know how many employees worked under him, how much he made in a year, and if the rumors about his recent acquisition of a rocket engine were true. Some even boldly asked whether he had made any