Elvis couldn’t hide the fire burning inside him as he read the note again. His grip on the paper tightened until it nearly tore. The night was pressing in, dark and heavy, but that was the least of his concern. Whether the kidnappers came for Celine or whether she was simply bait to drag him out, he didn’t care. All he knew was one thing—he was going to that address, and he was bringing her out alive.He yanked his phone out of his pocket and dialed the butler’s number. The line barely rang before it was picked.“I’m about to send you an address,” Elvis said, his voice cold and sharp. “Deploy some of the special force members to that area, but listen carefully—they are not to make any move until I give the signal. Do you understand?”“Yes, sir… is everything alright?” the butler asked, concern heavy in his voice.“This isn’t the time to talk!” Elvis snapped and cut the call without waiting for another word. His thumbs moved quickly over the screen as he sent the address, then he threw

From the doorway, armed men in black tactical gear stormed in. Their boots pounded the floor in perfect rhythm, their weapons raised with military precision. Helmets glistened under the bright hall lights, and the dark visors covering their eyes gave them a fearsome, faceless dominance.Every man in the hall froze. The only sound was the steady clink of the force team’s gear as they spread out, forming a tight perimeter.The insignia on their shoulders gleamed.The Highest Ranking Force Team.Gasps rippled through the crowd of hoodlums. Even the bravest among them paled.General James stiffened, confusion flashing across his eyes. He gripped his cane tightly and barked, “What are they doing here?”He couldn’t recall inviting them—he never had, and he never would. Not even to settle bigger wars. The Highest Ranking Force Team were dreaded, powerful, and most importantly, expensive. Their involvement cost millions of dollars. James had always seen them as greedy dogs in uniforms. Why wa

Elvis let out a loud chuckle that echoed through the high-ceilinged living room. He leaned against the armrest of the sofa, staring at the butler as though he had just told the funniest joke of the year.“You’re joking, right?” Elvis asked, still chuckling.But the butler didn’t laugh. He stood tall, his wrinkled face serious, his hands folded behind his back.“No, Master Elvis,” the butler said quietly. “She is your betrothed—according to the Dagreen tradition.”Elvis froze, his laughter cut short. His smirk melted into disbelief.“You mean that rude, arrogant lady is my betrothed?” Elvis asked, his voice carrying disbelief and a touch of irritation. He pushed himself off the sofa and began pacing across the room. “I’ve never heard a single good review about her. In fact—” he turned back to face the butler, his brows raised— “just a few hours ago, I heard one of her terroristic reviews! People actually call her a nightmare to work with!”The butler didn’t flinch.“Young master,” he s

Sophia’s sharp eyes bored into Elvis like sharp blades, her jaw tight and her fists clenched at her sides. The atmosphere around the gate thickened, the guards standing straighter, ready for her order. She hoped to see fear flash across his face — a flinch, a step back, even the smallest sign that he knew his life was hanging by a thread.But there was nothing.Elvis stood there, still as stone, his face calm and unbothered, as though the war goddess before him was just another soldier. His lack of reaction made Sophia’s chest tighten with irritation. She could feel a slow heat rising in her neck.“Do you know who I am?” Her voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding. She wanted to hear him say no. She wanted to know that ignorance was the reason for his boldness — because if he knew and still dared stand like this, it was pure disrespect.But Elvis’ answer stunned her.“You’re General Sophia Modudu,” he said without blinking. “The war goddess. Heiress to the Modudu dynasty.”The

“Grandpa, you know that’s not possible. The only way that herb can be found is if a serenity still exists, and I am sure they don’t. The herb only stays where the serenity lives!” Sophia said, her voice sharp with frustration, her fists clenched by her side.The emperor exhaled heavily, leaning back on his throne-like chair as though the weight of the room pressed harder on him that moment. “That’s true,” he said slowly, pain in his tone. “There’s no way the herb will be in existence if no serenity bloodline exists.” His voice sounded almost defeated, and his once bright eyes looked tired.Sophia turned swiftly to Elvis, her face a mask of authority and disdain. “Mr. Elvis, your solution isn’t possible. Seek for something else!” Her words were cutting, her voice laced with hatred.Elvis stood calmly, his hands resting on the bag beside him. “Like I said earlier, that’s the only way out,” he replied firmly, his eyes holding hers without fear.“Oh please!” Sophia snapped, her voice risi