Gary was used to the slap. He was used to getting slapped, even in public. But he genuinely didn’t want to see Madam Ann get hurt or any of those people at all. Despite being an alpha male who exerted cold-hearted revenge on his enemies, Gary cared so much about people. But if they couldn’t see it, he let them suffer the repercussions of their stubbornness. So, he yelled, “Everyone, please listen to what I have to say.” As soon as his voice was heard, everyone turned to look at him. At this point, they were interested in anything anyone had to say. They needed a saviour. Seeing Gary, his dressing, his appearance—they doubted if he had some real solutions to their problems. But they still gave it a shot. His beat-up jacket hung loose, his shirt wrinkled from yesterday, hair a mess like he’d just rolled out of bed. He didn’t look like money or power—just some guy off the street, same as them. No, way worse than them. “Listen,” Gary said, voice loud but steady, cutting through the sh

Kage soon showed up, dressed in a slick black suit that probably cost more than Gary’s car, his shades perched on his nose like he was some movie star. He rolled up in a shiny Bentley, the tires screeching. He stepped out with that cocky swagger—like he owned the damn street. The crowd at Titan Forge’s gates parted a bit, some jaws dropping, others just glaring. Madam Ann lit up like a kid on Christmas, rushing over, hands clasped like she was praying to him. “Kage, oh, thank God you’re here!” she gushed, her voice all syrup and desperation. “These idiots won’t let me in—me, Madam Ann Lancaster, Sun Group’s project manager! Wang Empire’s my shield now, and I need to see Harrison Wolfe. You’ve got the pull—make it happen!” Kage adjusted his shades, smirking down at her. “Ann, you’re a mess, you know that?” he asked. “I… I know. I am sorry, Kage,” Madam Ann stammered, her voice shaky but clawing for control. “Look, I was foolish and blinded. But I’m ready to give you Evelyn anytim

Everyone had high hopes, and it seemed having Felix around was finally paying off. First of all, his entry alone shook the crowd. Who else could afford to drive an Aston Martin? The sleek beast purred up to the Titan Forge gate, silver paint gleaming like a middle finger to the broke folks gawking. Felix stepped out, all slick suit and smug grin, like he was still the governor’s golden boy. Gary stayed silent, watching the whole scene unfold from the edge of the crowd. Felix hadn’t seen him yet—the mysterious guy his dad had knelt to the night before, sweating and begging under dim lights. But Gary knew the truth: nobody gave a damn about Felix anymore. His dad’s governor gig was toast, all thanks to Felix’s proud peacock ass strutting too hard, pissing off the wrong people and trying to flirt with Evelyn. Gary grabbed Madam Ann’s hand, leaning in close, whispering loud enough to cut through the noise. “Mom, I’m sure you heard that guy. Victor Slade’s coming. Please, Mom, let’s lea

Madame Ann had expected a hand to land hard across her face, a stinging mark to match the humiliation already pooling in her gut. She braced herself, eyes squeezing shut, her breath catching as Razor’s shadow loomed closer, his raised palm promising a lesson she wouldn’t forget. But the slap never came. Instead, a firm grip closed around Razor’s wrist, stopping his hand mid-air like a puppet snagged on its strings. The big man blinked, startled, his mean grin faltering as he turned to see who dared. It was Gary. Gary Wang—calm as a still pond, his eyes steady, not a flicker of fear in him despite the chaos he’d just waded into. His plain jacket hung loose, his sneakers scuffed, nothing about him screaming power—yet there he stood, holding Razor like it was nothing. Madam Ann’s eyes popped open, her jaw dropping as she stumbled back, clutching her chest. “Gary?!” she croaked, voice a mix of shock and leftover venom from spitting in his face earlier. “What the hell are you doing?”

Leaving Titan Forge, Gary drove straight back home to his mansion. He smiled as he drove past the street lights. It was fun to see everyone squirm in fear of him after finding out he was some messenger. Madam Ann, a funny woman. What would she do when she and every other person found out that he was not just a messenger from the Wang Empire, but Master Wang himself. Soon, Gary got to his mansion. The mansion sat there, still, heavy, billions of dollars sitting firmly under the night sky. As soon as he got to the gate, it was automatically opened up for him as his biometrics was scanned from miles away. He was going to see his grandmother. She was discharged from Asclepius early that morning and according to Montague, she was better than ever. He stopped his old dirty car on the driveway when three men and two ladies all cloaked in black and white bowed to greet him and then, two of the men got into Gary’s car to drive it into the garage. “Dispose of that car,” he said. “I don’t