Author’s Note: Peak Corporation is same as Obsidian Corporation. I forgot the name for a moment and just used Peak Corporation.Bishop’s fingers paused slightly on the teacup when he heard the report. The calm expression on his face shifted, just for a moment, before a faint frown formed between his brows.He didn’t speak immediately.Instead, he set the cup down slowly, as if weighing every word that had just been said.“Leon offended Roland Sky and got himself destroyed,” Bishop finally said, his tone low but steady. “That much… is not surprising.”There was no sympathy in his voice.To him, Leon had simply failed.“A man like Roland,” he continued, “doesn’t tolerate arrogance. Taking down Leon Nagger would have been effortless for him.”The room stayed silent.No one dared to interrupt.Bishop leaned back slightly, his gaze sharpening.“Roland holds real power in the military. Clashing with him directly is not wise. We can let him keep those minor assets… the properties, Shimmer Co

Jazzy didn’t wait to be invited.He casually pulled a chair out and dropped into it like he owned the place, then leaned back and rested his polished leather shoes right on Selena’s desk, completely ignoring basic manners.A smug smile crept across his face.“Of course,” he said lazily. “I’m here to talk about Rift Group.”Selena’s heart skipped.Her first instinct came back again.Could he actually be the chairman?But the way he carried himself…Something didn’t add up.She kept her expression steady and asked carefully, “I don’t quite understand. Who exactly are you?”Jazzy tilted his head slightly, clearly enjoying the moment.“I’m the grandson of the South’s top household,” he said proudly. “The Roman family.”He paused just enough for it to sink in.“Jazzy Roman. You can call me Mr. Roman.”The air in the room shifted.Selena’s brows tightened slightly.So that was it.Not the chairman.Trouble.Big trouble.She straightened her posture, her tone turning more formal.“I see. Mr.

Jazzy let out a mocking laugh, his lips curling with open disdain as he looked at Jaden and Selena.“I’m afraid it’s too late for you now,” he said coldly. “Even if you strip and kneel on the ground to beg me, I still won’t let your husband off.”His words were arrogant, dripping with cruelty, as if he already held their fate in his hands.Jaden, however, showed no sign of anger. Instead, he chuckled softly, the sound calm and almost amused.“You seem very confident,” he said lightly. “Prepared to kill me, are you?”The casual tone only made Jazzy’s expression darken. The laughter on his face vanished instantly, replaced by naked hostility. Hatred flickered in his eyes as he stared straight at Jaden.“You better hand over Rift Group to the Roman family,” Jazzy said, his voice low and threatening. “Otherwise, your wife will have to stay with me for three full days while you kneel by my bedside and watch. If you behave well enough, I just might consider letting you live.”The room fell

Selena’s blush spread all the way down to her neck. She felt both embarrassed and slightly annoyed, her heart still racing from the unexpected interruption earlier.“Are you not embarrassed at all?” she demanded, glaring at Jaden. “Don’t you dare bring up this matter again!”Jaden chuckled softly, clearly amused by her reaction. His eyes held a playful warmth.“We are husband and wife,” he replied casually. “What is so embarrassing about kissing my wife?”Selena’s face turned even redder at his shameless response. She nudged him lightly in the arm, half annoyed and half flustered.“Stop talking about it already,” she muttered, avoiding his gaze. “Let’s just head home. It’s getting late.”Jaden studied her for a brief moment, then nodded.As they walked toward the car, his thoughts drifted back to the incident earlier that day—the close call involving their daughter. Although Mark and Joe had discovered the threat in time and eliminated the danger before anything serious happened, the

The woman’s cries quickly turned into loud accusations, drawing more attention from nearby residents. People began to gather at a distance, whispering among themselves as they tried to figure out what had happened. One of the security guards, Ben, stepped forward cautiously. The moment he recognized the woman, his expression changed. She wasn’t just anyone. She was the wife of one of Ironvale’s most influential landlords, Nolan Thompson. A troublesome figure to deal with. Ben forced a polite tone. “Mrs. Thompson, please calm down and tell me exactly what happened.” Mrs. Thompson immediately pointed at Jaden, her face twisted with anger and grief. “That bastard killed my son!” The words made everyone pause. Even Ben was caught off guard. His expression turned serious as he glanced around instinctively. “Your… son?” he asked carefully. “Where is he?” Mrs. Thompson didn’t hesitate. She raised her hand and pointed straight at the ground. “Isn’t he right there?” Everyone follow