Back at the Gravesend Family Group Tower, all the guests, business men, family heirs and billionaires who had came to see the king of war were still waiting and worried. "Why isn’t the King of War here yet?" a sharp-voiced guest whispered, tugging at his collar. "I thought this was supposed to be a historic moment," another muttered, swirling champagne in a glass that no longer felt celebratory. “Don’t tell me Master Williams was bluffing...” From his elevated seat at the front of the hall, Williams Gravesend sat stiffly in his designer suit, every fiber of his being straining to keep composure. His jaw was locked tight, his fingers tapping an erratic beat against the armrest of his chair. The high and mighty guests of Ravenmoor—business magnates, politicians, and military brass—were all watching. Waiting. And he had nothing to show. Just then, one of his most trusted aides appeared beside him, face pale, suit wrinkled with anxiety. He bent low and whispered into Williams' ear wi

Clara leaned back in her chair, swirling the last of her wine in her glass with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She cast a quick look toward Hannah before flashing a teasing grin.“Hannah, maybe it’s a suitor,” she said, winking. “A little mystery admirer trying to sweep you off your feet. Sounds romantic, no?”Then, without subtlety, she turned to Jaden. “And definitely someone far more elegant than... well, some people.”Her voice was sweet, but the barb was sharp.Jaden didn’t look up. He continued eating as if they were discussing the weather.Hannah sighed and pushed her chair back gracefully. Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she stood, expression calm and composed. “Tell this ‘gentleman’ thank you for the offer, but there’s no need to pay our bill. Return both the money and his card.”The waiter blinked, caught off guard. “Miss... you’re declining an invitation from the youngest master of the Moon family—Mr. Triston Moon himself. I’d advise against appearing... ung

"I can't leave this place?" Jaden’s voice was calm, even amused. He dusted invisible lint from his sleeve as he glanced around the shattered silence of the room."You misunderstood me," he continued, his tone icy, unhurried. "I didn’t send the ladies out because I was afraid... I sent them out so their dresses wouldn’t be ruined by your blood."His words fell like thunder in the room.Bright’s face twisted with rage. "You bastard!" he snarled. "Still acting tough when you’re one step from the grave?! Kill him! Now!"One of Bright’s guards roared and lunged forward, fist flying straight toward Jaden’s face.But Jaden didn’t flinch.He merely lifted a single finger—and caught the punch mid-air.The room froze.Even the wind outside seemed to hesitate."...What?!" The man’s voice cracked in disbelief. "H-How can... how can one finger stop my full force?!"Jaden cocked his head slightly, as if observing a rare insect. “That’s it?” he said flatly. “You charge in all dramatic… and that’s al

Meanwhile, in another room tucked away from the chaos, Drax sat comfortably on a couch, a steaming bowl of noodles in his hand. He slurped lazily, completely at ease, while Hannah and Clara paced nervously in front of him, their expressions tight with worry."This… this isn’t right." Hannah’s voice cracked slightly, her eyes darting to the clock on the wall. "Why hasn’t Jaden come out yet? He’s been in there way too long."She pulled her phone from her pocket with trembling fingers. "I’m calling my father. I— I can’t just sit here.""I’m calling Grandpa." Clara’s voice was equally tense as she fumbled for her phone, her usually composed demeanor shattered by anxiety.Drax sighed, rolling his eyes as he casually lifted another mouthful of noodles. "Relax, ladies," he said, chewing slowly, completely unbothered. "Jaden’s fine. You’re panicking over nothing."Clara snapped her head toward him. "Panicking? Do you even understand what’s happening? If something happens to Jaden—"Before she

Outside the towering glass headquarters of the Gravesend Group, Jaden came to a halt near the entrance, the city lights reflecting off the mirrored facade."This is your stop," Jaden said flatly, releasing his grip from the girl's arm. His expression was unreadable as always, sharp eyes scanning the lavish surroundings. "I’ll leave you here."But the young woman’s hand shot out, gripping his wrist firmly. "No. Please—come with me."Jaden raised an eyebrow at her sudden boldness."You saved my life back there," she continued, her voice steady now, confidence creeping back into her posture. "And I’m not letting a man like you walk away without proper thanks. My father… he’ll want to see you himself."Jaden studied her carefully—the shift in demeanor, the way her eyes carried calculation beneath gratitude."And who exactly is your father?" he asked.She straightened her dress, brushing off the dirt and leaves. "Anthony Scarface. Second-largest shareholder of the Gravesend Group."Jaden's