The leader of the gang, Paul, was the worst of them all. Out of everyone Agatha hired to guard the grave, he was the most vicious. He’d crippled people just for showing up with flowers. He pulled out a cigarette, and one of his men lit it for him. “Damn it,” he muttered, exhaling smoke. “Today’s Mr. Thornfell’s birthday and his engagement party. I should be swimming in champagne and girls—not digging up some madwoman’s grave.” Another thug stepped toward Jaden with a sneer. “You hear that? Mr. Paul’s in a foul mood. So here’s your only chance—get on your knees, apologize for trespassing, and maybe we’ll let you walk. Otherwise, you’re leaving here in pieces.” Jaden didn’t move. His jaw clenched, his heart boiling with rage. The thug spat on the grave. Ptew! “Nice shot,” Paul laughed, and the others joined in, their laughter echoing across the cemetery. Paul strode closer, his boots crunching the dry grass. “Come on, kid. Do what he said. Get on your knees. Or stay standing and

“You’re not important enough to know what’s inside,” Jaden said coldly, his grip tightening on Xavier’s wrist like a vice. “Just go fetch Agatha Thornfell. This gift is for her.”Xavier gritted his teeth, veins bulging as he tried to break free, but it was like trying to move a mountain.What the hell is this strength? he thought. It’s like his hand is forged from iron!With a final squeeze, Jaden released him. Xavier staggered backward and crashed into a table, splintering it into pieces as he hit the ground.High above in the VIP lounge, Derek Thornfell leaned over the railing, glaring down at the commotion. Elder Dusk stood beside him, silent and composed, his silver-streaked beard catching the light.“Who is that bastard?” Derek hissed. “Ruining my engagement party like this?”Elder Dusk sipped his tea, unmoved. “A fly buzzing in the wrong room. If security fails, I’ll swat him myself.”Derek smirked. With Elder Dusk at his side, he felt invincible.Below, Xavier groaned as guards

Lady Mary wasted no time. As soon as she caught sight of Derek, she rushed to him like a frightened child running to a parent for protection. Her heels clacked rapidly on the marble floor as she closed the distance between them, and her voice trembled as she spoke.“Mr. Thornfell! Thank God you’re finally here!” she exclaimed, her expression full of desperation and urgency. “That stranger barged in without an invitation! I only asked him if he had one and—he just slapped me! He slapped me to the ground without a second thought! Then he beat Xavier senseless, threw around the guards like they were toys, and even threatened to kill Mr. Alex!”Her voice cracked as she turned back to glance at the chaos behind her. “Please… you have to do something. Save us, Mr. Thornfell.”Derek’s gaze remained steady as he listened to her panic-stricken plea. But instead of reacting emotionally, he simply replied with a cold, calm voice, “I already saw everything that happened.”Then, turning to face Ja

“I haven’t, please! I don’t know what you’re talking about. This hotel was built ten years ago, and I’ve never seen any music box,” Derek stammered, visibly shaking. His forehead was covered in sweat, and his lips trembled as he tried to steady himself in front of Jaden. “B-but I can order one right away! Just tell me what kind you want. I’ll get it, I promise!”Jaden stared at him, expression calm yet unreadable.“Do that,” he said coldly. “I want the one that plays lullabies.”Derek nodded rapidly. “Y-yes… Yes, I’ll take care of it immediately!”---Meanwhile, on the upper floor of the hotel, inside a lavish private suite, a meeting was underway.The room was brightly lit, elegant and quiet. Four people sat around a polished oak table—two of them being Mr. and Mrs. Winston, with their daughter Hannah seated between them, and the fourth was a sharply dressed woman in her late forties, Emilia Smith, the elder sister of Agatha Thornfell.“Mr. Winston,” Emilia began as she leaned forwar

Back on the upper floor… “Looks like the commotion downstairs has settled,” Mr. Winston said, glancing toward the stairs. “Yes, I noticed too.” Emilia took a sip of her wine, then smiled. “That was quite impressive of you, Mr. Winston. I didn’t expect you to step in like that.” “I told you already, Ms. White, our families are practically one. There’s no need to separate sides anymore.” “You’re absolutely right. Once your daughter officially becomes a Thornfell, it’ll be a blessing for both families,” she said, smiling. “Hopefully, she’ll give us beautiful grandkids too—just like her.” “Of course. Beauty runs in our bloodline,” Mr. Winston chuckled. They both laughed quietly, enjoying the moment. Donald, however, glanced around impatiently. “What’s taking that guard so long? I need the grey card back.” As if on cue, the doors opened and the guard walked in, slightly out of breath. “Ms. Emilia, Mr. Donald… that guy—the stranger—he’s…” Donald raised a hand and cut him