Far from the city’s glowing skyline, deep in the outskirts where the streets were cracked and the air carried the bitter chill of isolation, a small house stood silently under the pale moonlight.Inside, Caleb trembled in a dark corner, his body curled tightly as if trying to disappear into the shadowed walls.Now his once neatly styled hair was now messy and damp with sweat, his face hollow and pale. His lips quivered with each shallow breath, and his bloodshot eyes darted around the room like a hunted animal.Over and over, his mind played the same nightmare he had seen, Raymond, that man, that demon.Slaughtering Jefferson, Crushing Kelly.Their men dying like insects, blood flooding the floor, screams echoing off the walls.He hadn’t just watched it, he had been there.And he knew too much, he had seen it all. He had felt the power, the fury, the utter dominance that Raymond unleashed that day.And now without being he knew the Bushman family was searching feverishly.Their heir a

While Waylon sat alone in his chamber, drowning in his thoughts and scheming in shadows, of how he was going to take advantage of the situation, however the man at the center of it all Raymond had already returned home. Inside, Raymond had just finished adjusting the temperature in his cultivation room and was preparing to rest when his phone buzzed. At that moment he glanced at the screen, only to see it was Zachary who was calling Then Raymond raised an eyebrow. They weren’t that close. What would make Zachary call him by this hour? He accepted the call with a calm swipe. “Mr. Raymond,” Zachary’s voice came through respectfully, his tone much more cautious and deferential than before. “I hope I’m not disturbing you.” At that moment Raymond leaned against the windowsill, his voice as composed as ever. “Go on.” Immediately Zachary hesitated only briefly before continuing. “I was hoping to host you for a private dinner tomorrow evening. At The Platinum Terrace it’s one of ou

When they finally step feet inside the Diamond Suite, it was unlike anything Clarissa or her friends had ever seen. Soft golden lights poured from the ceiling like morning sunlight. The walls shimmered faintly with embossed silver patterns. Then a private violinist played softly in one corner, and crystal-clear panels overlooked the skyline of the entire city. The air itself smelled different like luxury. At that moment Clarissa walked in with her nose high, heels clicking against the polished marble as she admired every inch of the suite. “This is it...” she whispered with a giddy smirk, her voice trembling with pride. “This is where only the true elite dine.” Hearing what she just said, her friends gasped behind her, wide-eyed. They marveled at the velvet seating, the personalized name cards, the gold-rimmed glasses filled with diamond-clear water. But just as Clarissa was about to take the seat at the head of the table, she froze, she couldn't believe Raymond had followed th

He didn’t need to turn to know who it was he could tell it was Clarissa. She came rushing down the hall, her hair now messy, makeup smudged, and both cheeks still visibly red from Zachary’s earlier slaps. The forced smile on her lips was cracked, fragile—almost pathetic. “There you are,” she said with a breathless laugh, trying to sound cheerful. “W-We were just... waiting for you!” At that moment Raymond stopped, but only to glance at her coldly. His expression was unreadable polite, almost but behind his eyes was nothing but disgust. “I’m here to take you back to the suite,” Clarissa said quickly. “We—we saved your seat! Everything’s ready.” Raymond raised an eyebrow, tone flat. “Now you remember me?” Immediately she forced a chuckle, though her fingers nervously fidgeted with her sleeve. “You know how it is…misunderstandings happen. I didn’t mean anything earlier. Really!” Raymond gave a cold smile—but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Didn’t mean anything?” he echoed,

At that moment Dr. Damien and the mayor both gave short bows the moment they stepped into the Diamond Suite. Their postures were respectful, but the urgency in their eyes couldn’t be hidden.“Master, Raymond,” Damien said quickly, “our deepest apologies for interrupting your dinner. We wouldn’t have dared disturb you if it weren’t important.”However Raymond didn’t speak. He simply looked at them, however something caught Raymond attention, he could scent the growth of Damien acupuncture energy, although it was still on stage one but it was encouraging.At that moment Dr.Damien swallowed and continued, “We happened to be dining downstairs when we heard that Chairman Zachary was entertaining a very distinguished guest—”“—And when we found out it was you,” the mayor added, his voice composed but laced with anticipation, “We couldn’t sit still, I took it upon myself to come say thank you once again for saving my mother. She looks almost 20 years younger than before.”Zachary, still stan