“Don’t start thinking I’m some big deal. I’m not.”Kai met Abigail's gaze calmly. "It's just a bit of a personal connection with Elara, nothing more."“I’m just a distant relative, not even recognised by most. I eat what I kill. No silver spoon. No red carpet.”Abigail took a breath. Then nodded slowly.“I get it. I’m sorry for being too nosy.”Kai shrugged. “You’re not the first.”She reached into her clutch and pulled out a clean white business card. Handed it to him.“Still,” she said, “if you ever feel like talking, or throwing another storm... Call me.”Kai took the card, glanced at it. Then he waved her off, certain that he and Abigail would have many more encounters—and perhaps something deeper—in the future. For now, he needed to first figure out who he truly was.Kai stood at the entrance of the ballroom, adjusting his cuffs. Marble steps stretched before him, flanked by flaming braziers and guards in tailored suits.Things were moving fast. Too fast. One minute he found out

Morgan West, impeccably dressed in black and silver, the tycoon’s presence alone forced the guards to halt. His sharp gaze swept over the chaos.“Leonard Vale,” Morgan said coolly, stepping forward. “You bring your dogs here to start a fight… on this night?”Leonard stiffened. “Morgan West… this is none of your damn business.”Morgan ignored the tone. “Do you even understand where you are?” His voice grew louder. “This isn’t your backyard. This isn’t your factory gate. This is a banquet held under the name of Atlas Blackwood.”The air tightened.Morgan stepped closer. “Men like us are lucky to even be here. You should be kissing the floor in gratitude. But instead, you're flexing your money muscles like some wild dog with rabies?”Leonard’s face darkened. “This is my matter. A thief tried to walk off with my property...”Morgan scoffed. “Really? That’s what you’re going with?”Leonard snapped, “You think this is a joke? He stole from me!”Morgan leaned in towards him, his voice droppi

The Laurent residence was soaked in silence, save for the occasional groan of pain, frustration and anger. Astrid collapsed on the couch, her face swollen, her hair tangled. Every breath hurt, every limb throbbed. Her dress, once white and flawless, was now stained and torn like a symbol of her disgrace. Tonight was supposed to be her day, how did things go so wrong?! Sage sat on the floor, shirt torn, one hand clutching his ribs. “Damn it,” he muttered. “My whole body feels like it got hit by a truck.” Vivian paced the room, her heels clicking like a ticking time bomb. Her face was pale, but rage still shimmered in her eyes. “This family...completely humiliated. On the biggest day of our lives.” She spun toward Sage. “All because of that bastard...Kai.” Sage winced. “Mom... I think we really messed up.” He looked up, genuine fear in his bruised eyes. “I heard it... with my own ears and I'm sure you heard it too. Elara...Elara Vasquez...she called him ‘Master.’ Not ‘Sir.’

Abigail Alfred sat stiffly on the cream leather couch, arms folded, legs crossed, chin slightly lifted in that signature aristocratic tilt she always wore when her patience was hanging by a thread. Her aunt’s voice buzzed beside her like a persistent mosquito and she badly wanted to swat her away. “This one’s not like the others, Abigail. He’s from the Gyrix Group’s subsidiary. A department manager! Do you know how hard it is to find someone from that circle willing to consider marriage these days?” Abigail didn’t even glance her way. She was too busy controlling the urge to roll her eyes into another dimension. A manager? From a subsidiary? Oh please. If he was so fantastic, why hadn't Auntie dearest thrown her own precious daughter at him? Oh right. Because when it came to fortune and social ladders, Aunt Matilda didn’t share the good crumbs. She kept them for her little princess and shoved the leftovers at Abigail. She glanced around the enormous sitting room, notin

The living room had never been so quiet. The only sound was the occasional buzz of disbelief flickering through the minds of Abigail’s family as they stared at her phone screen. The number sat there, bold, undeniable. 500 million yuan. Abigail’s hand trembled slightly. “It’s real,” she whispered again, mostly to herself. “It’s... real.” Her mother gasped and dropped to her knees beside her daughter, tears welling in her eyes. “Thank you,” she said to Kai, her voice cracking. “Thank you, young man. I don’t know what miracle brought you here, but... thank you.” Her father stood, walked to Kai, and held his hand tightly with both of his own. “You’ve saved this family. I don’t know what we did to deserve this grace... but we will never forget it.” Kai gave a half-smile, his expression calm, unbothered, as if dropping half a million was a daily routine. He glanced toward Aunt Matilda, who stood frozen like someone had just slapped her soul out of her body. Her teeth clench