“This place looks insane, Selena,” Vane muttered, his voice tight with unease. “Fancy as hell. Bet it costs a bomb just to sit down.”Selena’s heels clicked against the pristine marble floor as she gave him a dry glance. “It is expensive. Even a basic dish here could run into five figures.” Her tone was cool, matter-of-fact. “This isn’t just a rich-people spot. It’s for the connected. If you don’t carry weight in this city, you don’t belong.”Nora let out a sharp breath, her eyes scanning the chandelier-lit lobby. “Jesus. That’s daylight robbery. We’d have to sell a kidney just to afford the starter. What are we doing here? Let’s not embarrass ourselves.” She said reaching for her husband's hand to drag him back.Jaden, standing a step ahead of them, turned with a calm smile. “Relax. You’re overthinking it. It’s just food. I said I’ve got the bill, didn’t I?”Vane glanced at him like he’d lost his mind. “Yeah, but there’s ‘I got the bill’ and then there’s ‘I’m burning a hole in my sou

When the supervisor heard the name Morix Sable, his smug expression twisted—then morphed into open mockery.He sneered. “Morix? Please.”Jaden ignored him. Not a single glance. He calmly pulled out his phone and made the call like he was ordering lunch.The line clicked.“It’s me,” Jaden said coolly. “Morix, I’m outside your restaurant.”That name—that one name—sent the group off again like someone hit a laugh track.“Morix?” the supervisor barked, eyes wide with theatrical shock. “Oh, this is gold!”His underlings burst into loud, exaggerated laughter. One of them slapped the hood of a nearby car, wheezing. Another doubled over, clutching his sides.“He’s calling Mr. Sable now!” someone snorted. “What’s next? He runs this street too?”“Bet he’s his caddy on weekends,” another chimed in.Their voices overlapped, layered with mockery. The kind of forced noise that only sounded brave when the target didn’t hit back.But then—BAM!The restaurant’s office door exploded open.A large man

Wagyu beef at eight thousand per pound.Caviar—thirty grand.Bluefin tuna—nine thousand.Vane nearly jumped out of his seat. His neck stiffened, eyes wide as if he’d seen a ghost on the menu. “These prices… this ain’t for people like us,” he muttered, his voice rising with panic. “We shouldn’t even be in here. Let’s go. Right now.”He pushed back from the table like the leather chair had caught fire.Morix Sable raised a calm hand. “Please, Mr. Verrick, relax. Don’t worry about the prices.” He smiled, smooth and assured, but there was genuine warmth beneath the surface. “How could I possibly let you pay a single cent?”Vane froze. Nora blinked twice.Morix continued, voice proud, almost reverent, “Do you understand what it means to have Mr. Rift and his family here tonight? This—this is an honor no amount of money could buy.”He looked directly at them now. “Mr. and Mrs. Verrick, from today forward, you’ll never pay a dime when you walk into my restaurant. Consider this place your sec

It had been a rollercoaster of a day for Jaden and his people.They left the Verricks banquet with empty stomachs and bitter hearts, their dignity bruised by the sneers and cold shoulders. But fate had a twisted sense of humor. Hours later, they found themselves seated at a private table, being served course after course of food so exquisite it made the banquet’s spread look like leftovers.The air was warm with laughter and clinking cutlery. For the first time that day, there was quiet peace. For the first time in weeks, maybe, they felt human again.The food wasn’t just good—it was a balm. Every bite washed away a little of the humiliation they’d carried. And with each sip of wine, the knots in their chests loosened just a little more. Jaden watched his daughter smile with sauce smeared on her cheek, and for a brief moment, the world stopped spinning.But while one table found joy in peace, the banquet they’d walked away from spiraled into disaster.Not long after Jaden and his fami

Professor Harlan spoke slowly, “The pill was first cultivated over fifty years ago,” he said, his voice low, steady, and heavy with meaning. “It was crafted using nine of the rarest, most exotic ingredients known to ancient medicine—wild herbs that no longer exist in the wild, parts of a white tiger, fragments of rhinoceros horn, even powdered moonflower harvested under eclipse. All of it fused together through techniques no modern lab would dare replicate.”He paused, eyes sweeping across the stunned faces around him.“Back then, there were no bans. No global ethics boards. No environmental watchdogs. If nature produced it, they used it. That’s what made the Divine Pill so extraordinary—so dangerous, so miraculous.”The room was silent. Nobody dared interrupt.Victor’s voice deepened. “But miracles come with consequences. After the first confirmed batch was completed, international conservation laws cracked down hard. Everything they used was outlawed. Protected species. Extinct flor