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SEASON 2 : CHAPTER 458
The rain had just stopped when Javier Everhart stepped onto the polished marble pavement outside Leclair Maison, the most exclusive restaurant in the city. The glass façade gleamed, and behind it, servers in crisp uniforms moved like clockwork. Javier’s hands were calm in his coat pockets, his eyes scanning the entrance as if measuring it.He walked forward without rush.“Excuse me, sir,” a young hostess blocked his way before he could push the gold-rimmed door. Her smile was polite but quickly twisted when she took in his plain dark coat, worn shoes, and the absence of flashy accessories. “I’m afraid this establishment is for members only. Perhaps you’re looking for the diner down the street?”Javier tilted his head slightly, expression unreadable. “I came to make a purchase. A bottle. I heard your cellar carries vintages not found anywhere else.”The hostess blinked, then let out a soft laugh that wasn’t meant to hide her disdain. “Our bottles start at fifty thousand dollars. I don’
SEASON 2 : CHAPTER 459
The atmosphere in Leclair Maison thickened into silence as the heavy doors swung inward. Every patron, every waiter, every violinist turned in unison toward the entrance.Standing there, framed by the glowing chandeliers, was Maximiliano Everhart—the patriarch of the Everhart dynasty, a man whose name carried enough weight to silence entire governments. His broad shoulders and silvered hair lent him an aura of unchallengeable power, while his sharp gaze swept the room like a blade.The jeweled woman who had mocked Javier earlier choked on her own wine. The color drained from her cheeks as her partner gripped the table’s edge, knuckles white.“Maximiliano…” the maître d’ gasped, nearly collapsing into another bow. His forehead gleamed with sudden sweat.
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SEASON 2 : CHAPTER 460
Servants who had seen crates of wine carried out in silence muttered as they left for home. A busboy whispered to his cousin, who worked as a clerk in the financial district. A violinist’s husband bragged drunkenly in a tavern that he had “played for the man who bought it all.”Within hours, the tale had spread, reshaped, and exaggerated until it was no longer rumor but legend.“They say he bought the entire cellar—every bottle.”“No, more than that. He bought the restaurant itself.”“I heard Maximiliano bowed to him.”“Not bowed—defended him like a king guards his heir.”Each telling made the truth more terrifying, more impossible to dismiss.Across the financial quarter, Adrian sat in his sleek corner office, white-knuckled, as a trembling assistant repeated the gossip.“Sir… they say the man everyone mocked last night was defended by Maximiliano Everhart. And… and that he emptied Leclair Maison’s cellar in one stroke.”Adrian’s jaw tightened. He forced a chuckle, though the sound w
SEASON 2 : CHAPTER 461
The secret council was tense, smoke from Marcus Blackthorne’s cigar curling in the dim chamber like a warning omen. Adrian leaned forward, his voice sharp with desperation.“He humiliated us without lifting a finger. If we wait any longer, he’ll bury us all. The city already bends to his shadow.”Evelyn Kincaid, her nails tapping against the polished table, arched a brow. “Then we strike where shadows can’t hide—publicly. We drag him into the light, expose him as the fraud he must be.”Marcus grunted. “Agreed. If we unite our resources—Kincaid media, Blackthorne capital, Everhart insiders—he won’t survive the blow.”Adrian’s smile flickered like a dying flame. “Yes. Tonight we break him.”But while they plotted, Javier sat in his study, silent as ever. Valeria stood by the window, watching the rain streak against the glass, her arms folded tightly.“They’re moving,” she whispered. “I can feel it. Evelyn. Marcus. Adrian. They won’t stop until they try to destroy you.”Javier didn’t loo
SEASON 2 : CHAPTER 462
The evening was alive with the glitter of chandeliers and polished marble floors. The most prestigious jewelry boutique in the city had always been the playground of the elite—those who flaunted their names as currency, and whose wallets seemed endless. Into that world, Javier Everhart walked, dressed simply in a tailored black shirt and slacks, but without the glaring emblems of wealth others so eagerly paraded.The moment he stepped inside, the air seemed to shift.A young saleswoman in a crimson dress gave him a quick once-over, her lips curving into a smirk. “Excuse me, sir,” she said, her voice sharp enough to cut glass, “the men’s department is down the street. This boutique is… how do I say… not for window shoppers.”Javier’s eyes were calm, his expression unreadable. “I’d like to see your limited collection. Something suitable for a gift.”The woman’s brows arched high, disbelief clear in her face. “A gift?” She chuckled softly, exchanging a look with her colleague behind the
SEASON 2 : CHAPTER 463
The boutique had gone silent, the kind of silence that made the ticking of the antique clock on the wall sound thunderous. The chairman’s voice still lingered in the air, sharp and unforgiving, but even his arrival hadn’t erased the doubt that hung in the room.Javier stood in the middle of the glittering display, calm as ever, his hands resting loosely at his sides. His silence unsettled some, but for others, it was simply more fuel.The woman with the jeweled earrings, her pride too swollen to be extinguished, scoffed softly. “So what if the chairman defends him? It doesn’t change what we all see. Look at him.” Her lips curled into a mocking smile. “A man in plain clothes pretending to belong. No card or defender can hide the truth.”Her companion leaned back against the velvet chair, swirling his champagne lazily. “Exactly. Anyone can walk in with a mysterious card. Anyone can have a… sponsor.” His eyes darted toward the chairman, insinuation thick in his tone. “But that doesn’t ma
SEASON 2 : CHAPTER 464
“Who dares to humiliate him?”The guests, the staff, even the once-arrogant socialites, froze in place. Every insult they had spat out earlier replayed in their minds, each one now sounding like a noose tightening around their necks.Javier, however, remained calm. He had not flinched when the laughter was loudest, nor had he lifted his chin when the contempt grew sharpest. He stood as though none of it mattered, his dark eyes fixed on the glass display case before him, studying an emerald necklace with a serenity that unnerved everyone.Valeria entered behind Don Alejandro, her heels striking the marble with sharp rhythm. Her face was composed, but her eyes—those eyes—burned like fire. She walked straight to Javier’s side and slipped her hand through his arm.“Javier,” she said softly, ignoring the others, “you’ve endured enough.” Her voice carried, a deliberate act, so all could hear. “But perhaps it is time.”The words landed like a spark in a room full of gas. Time for what? The w
SEASON 2 : CHAPTER 465
Whispers of Javier Everhart’s reveal spread like wildfire through gilded halls and shadowed corridors. The boutique incident had shaken every aristocrat and tycoon to their core. Stories multiplied with each retelling: some claimed Javier had bought the entire store without blinking, others swore he had dismissed the elite with nothing but silence.By the next evening, fear and awe draped the city like a suffocating fog. Most sought to retreat, to erase their earlier insults with apologies and gifts. But not everyone.Because where fear blooms, arrogance claws to survive.And in the highest suite of the Grand Maravilla Hotel, one such man nursed his wounded pride with a glass of brandy.Eduardo Quintana.He was known as flamboyant, a real estate magnate who had inherited vast tracts of land from his father. For years, he had bathed in the comfort of untouchability. He was one of the men who had mocked Javier at the boutique—his laughter the loudest, his contempt the sharpest.Now, whi
SEASON 2 : CHAPTER 466
The city awoke to chaos.News of the confrontation at the gala dominated every headline, every whisper. Javier Everhart had accepted Eduardo Quintana’s public challenge — and the world wanted blood.The Duel of Titans, one article called it.Pride vs Power, said another.And at the center of it all stood Eduardo, bathing in fleeting fame. Cameras followed him as he exited his limousine, smiling wide, shaking hands, pretending he was the man who had cornered the lion.“Tell them I’m ready,” he told his assistant as they walked through the lobby of his newest skyscraper, an unfinished monument of arrogance and borrowed funds. “We’ll unveil the blueprints tonight. Everhart will have nothing to match it.”But behind that grin, a shadow of anxiety grew. Because in every meeting, every gathering, there was one unspoken truth — no one really believed he could win.No one ever beat an Everhart.Still, Eduardo pressed on, desperation masked as confidence. “Contact the zoning department,” he or
SEASON 2 : CHAPTER 467
Screens in cafés, bars, and hotel lobbies replayed the same footage on loop — Eduardo Quintana’s face frozen in terror as Javier Everhart’s calm voice thundered through every broadcast channel.By dawn, the once-celebrated Quintana Tower was sealed by federal agents. His name was trending in every corner of the net — Quintana Exposed. Everhart Strikes Again.The public called it poetic justice.But to those who watched from the top floors of glass towers, it was something far more dangerous — a warning.Inside a private penthouse overlooking the city skyline, three of Javier’s oldest rivals gathered under dim light.The atmosphere was tense. Expensive whiskey sat untouched on the table. The city below glimmered like a battlefield.“First Adrian. Then Evelyn. Now Quintana,” muttered Vincent Harrow, head of Harrow Global Holdings, his tone bitter. “He’s dismantling us one by one.”Across from him, Marcus Blackthorne leaned back in his chair, face pale and drawn. “You make it sound like