Anthony Scarface stood frozen, disbelief etched across his face as he watched the chaos settle. His eyes darted to Jaden, sizing him up again like he hadn’t already witnessed enough.“Where… Where the hell did this monster come from?” Anthony muttered under his breath, his voice trembling with awe and caution. “No wonder even Vincent couldn’t last a minute… This guy’s not ordinary…”Meanwhile, Williams Gravesend sat slumped in his chair, face bruised, pride shattered, the weight of the signed documents in Jaden’s hand sealing his fate.Jaden glanced at the papers, a satisfied smirk curling on his lips. “The Gravesend Group… Your precious empire… All mine now.” He flipped through the documents, his eyes pausing as he tapped one specific page. “Funny… You bastards snatched away my aunt’s house all those years ago,” his eyes darkened, “Time to return the favor… I’m giving her a little ‘gift’.”Williams’s eyes twitched with helpless rage, his face bruised, his voice hoarse. “C-Can I… Can

The tension in the air was suffocating. The shattered remains of the Blake Family’s front gate still lay scattered across the marble driveway like broken pride, and in the middle of the wreckage stood Jaden — calm, unbothered, a devilish smirk curling at the edge of his lips.Across from him, the Blake Family’s guards hesitated, exchanging uneasy glances. Their strongest men — sprawled out on the ground, groaning in agony — had been dismantled like rag dolls. Fear crept into their bones.The elderly man, dressed in a traditional black robe with silver linings, stepped forward. His face was sharp, carved with years of experience, but now flushed with rage.“How dare you, you arrogant mongrel!” the old man barked, his voice carrying authority. “The Blake Family stands on generations of martial arts supremacy and military prestige. You—” He pointed a trembling finger at Jaden. “—dare slander us?!”Before Jaden could reply, Captain Steven stepped beside the elder — massive, broad-shoulder

Jaden stood tall amidst the battered courtyard, his voice slicing through the tense air like a blade.“The Blake family has no more use for vicious wives. And from today onward — no one threatens my people.” His eyes gleamed coldly as his words settled like a noose around the Blake name.Meanwhile…Just beyond the chaos, Damian Blake sat hunched behind the wheel of his black luxury sedan, knuckles white on the steering wheel, sweat beading on his forehead. His normally composed face twisted with desperation as he maneuvered toward the estate’s back gate, the hum of the engine roaring low like a beast in flight.“Damn it… damn it…” he muttered, peering through the rearview mirror. “That lunatic took out Captain Steven — a Second Lieutenant, former special ops — like it was nothing.”His voice shook as fear clawed at his chest.“If that monster stays… my family’s finished…”But Damian had underestimated the predator he was dealing with.In the distance, Jaden’s sharp senses pricked at t

At the Thornfell Mansion The grand hall of the Thornfell estate reeked of wealth, control… and blood. Marble floors gleamed under the crystal chandelier, yet the air was heavy with the scent of violence.Agatha Thornfell stood by the towering windows, her sharp heels clicking softly as she tapped the floor with impatience. Her presence alone was suffocating—dressed in a midnight black suit, a venomous smirk playing on her lips.A servant scurried in, his head bowed so low it nearly brushed the polished floor. He dropped to his knees, holding out a sleek black folder with trembling hands.“Master… everything you requested on Jaden Rift,” the servant reported, voice shaky.Agatha snatched the folder, flipping through its contents. Her eyes narrowed with each page—military records, combat accolades, special ops reports—the boy was no longer a stray.“Hmph… disappeared for years… so that bastard ran to the army,” she sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. “And now he crawls back, thi

Moments LaterMartha’s eyes burned with rage as she snatched the mediation letter from Matthew’s hand. The paper crumpled under her fingers before she tore it into pieces like slicing through old scars.“Enough of his hypocrisy!” she spat, voice trembling with fury. Shreds of paper rained down between them. “I want nothing to do with his filthy money!”Matthew flinched, but quickly recovered, his face twisting into false concern. “Aunty, please… He’s not trying to hurt you. He just—he just wants to compensate you. That’s all.”Martha’s chest heaved, her hands still shaking. The betrayal, the years of abandonment, it all clawed at her.“Compensate?” she hissed. “Where was his ‘compensation’ when I was alone, raising his sick child? When I begged hospitals, scraping together every cent while he lived his new life? Where was he then?”Matthew’s jaw tightened. His eyes darted to little Kelvin, frail and quiet at the corner of the room, oblivious to the storm of adult grudges.“At least t