Alexander Hargrove’s face was a mask of pure fury."Enough!" he bellowed, voice echoing across the marble walls."I've had it with this clown playing with our emotions!"He stabbed a finger toward the stoic man standing in the center of the room, his guards already moving forward like trained wolves sensing blood."Teach this psycho a lesson. Break him apart. Then I'll personally make sure he rots behind bars!"The guards grinned, cracking their knuckles with sinister eagerness as they closed in on Yemin Ravollor.The assembled doctors watched eagerly, some smirking, others whispering cruel jokes under their breath."About damn time," muttered one with a sneer."He thought he was better than the whole medical association combined.""Let’s see him heal a broken jaw after this," another snickered.Faye Langford’s heart was in her throat. She took a shaky step forward, torn between believing what her eyes told her and what her instincts screamed — that this wasn’t right. That Yemin didn’

He caught her staring and smiled slightly."Can you drive me home?" he asked, his tone light."I don't have cab fare."Faye blinked, confused for a heartbeat."Y-You don't...?"He chuckled under his breath, the sound low and strangely comforting.Without waiting for her answer, he started toward the exit.As they crossed the wide lobby, whispers broke out all around them."Who is he?""How could a nobody like that...?""Chairman Hargrove knelt to him. Knelt!""Maybe he's... someone powerful we just don’t know about?"The stares burned into Yemin’s back, but he didn't seem to notice.Or maybe — Faye thought, heart pounding —He just didn’t care.Faye Langford gripped the steering wheel tighter as Yemin Ravollor slid into the passenger seat beside her, casual and unbothered, as if he hadn’t just turned the whole city’s elite upside down.Her mind reeled.First Group A’s CEO treated him like royalty... now Chairman Hargrove too?Just who exactly did Katherine Shaw divorce?She stole a gl

The club pulsed with music and flashing lights, but inside the private VIP room, the atmosphere was deceptively cozy — laughter, clinking glasses, and glittering smiles.Katherine Shaw stood at the center of it all, glowing under the attention, dressed in a silver gown that shimmered with every move. She smiled sweetly at her gathered friends and acquaintances as they took turns presenting her with expensive gifts and pouring syrupy compliments over her.But beneath the dazzling surface, a storm brewed inside her.Her eyes, carefully lined with smoky makeup, kept darting to Faye Langford — who sat slightly apart from the crowd, looking uncomfortable but smiling politely.That bitch.Stealing my spotlight without even trying.Katherine’s manicured fingers tightened briefly around her wine glass.Tonight, Faye would pay."Faye, come now!" Katherine called sweetly, tilting her head in an innocent gesture."You’re making me look bad, just sitting there with an empty glass!"The others chu

Time dragged mercilessly inside the private room, every second stretching like an eternity for Faye Langford.The alcohol still clouded her head, but the primal, unmistakable sense of danger cut through the haze like a knife. Her skin crawled as Tommy’s rough hand gripped her wrist tightly, pulling her closer to the door. The laughter, the jeers of the others—it all blurred together into a sick, echoing nightmare."You know," Katherine said sweetly, her voice dripping venom, "maybe Yemin realized it was too messy and decided it wasn’t worth it."Faye turned her bleary gaze toward her, confusion and dread twisting inside her like twin knives."What... what do you mean?" she mumbled, hating how small and weak her voice sounded.Katherine leaned in, smiling like a snake about to swallow its prey whole."I mean," she whispered, so low only Faye could hear, "maybe he heard the commotion outside and thought it was safer to abandon you. Cowards know when to cut their losses."The words hit h

The tension in the broken VIP room was suffocating.Tommy, cradling his bruised ribs and swollen jaw, gritted his teeth as he pulled out his phone with bloodied fingers. His hands shook slightly, but the rage burning in his chest steadied him.He jabbed a number into his phone with trembling anger."Boss... it's me," he muttered hoarsely."Peter Parket. He’s here. You need to come."A few murmured words came from the other side of the call — too low for anyone else to hear — but it made Tommy's cracked lips curl into a cruel smile."Yeah. Teach this bastard a lesson."He snapped the phone shut with a vicious jerk, glaring daggers at Yemin across the room.Katherine's remaining friends, huddled in uneasy groups, exchanged anxious glances.The name Peter Parket alone was enough to make the most reckless think twice.Nobody crossed him and lived to tell about it.Whispers buzzed like wasps through the room."What if Parket comes and really flips this place upside down?" one man muttered