Hearing those words, Vincent was stunned.He had expected… what? Sympathy? A proposal? Maybe even a subtle offer to partner up? But instead, he was being threatened—and not by just anyone. By Richard Calloway, the man whose name alone made powerful men straighten their suits.And this wasn’t the kind of threat one could fight or refuse. But that didn’t change the storm raging inside him.He couldn’t let Sean go. He couldn’t act like this had never happened. Sean hadn’t just punched him in the face—he had shattered his pride, humiliated him in front of his staff, and left him broken and helpless in his own office. And his heir…His face twisted at the thought of it.“Do you even know what Sean did to my son?” Vincent’s voice cracked like splintering glass. “That bastard didn’t just humiliate him—he crippled him. Do you know what that means? He made him impotent!”Richard didn’t flinch. His gaze remained unreadable.“I do,” he said calmly.Vincent blinked, disbelief flooding his face. “T

When Nate heard her words, he didn’t understand at first. Confusion settled on his face as he glanced between the two women.“What?” he asked. “What are you talking about?”Rosalind smiled weakly, her voice soft but steady. “Thank you… for reaching out to Mr. Calloway on my behalf. For calling in help when I needed it most. I know it must’ve taken a lot to ask someone like him to get involved.”Nate looked stunned. Now he understood—they had mistaken him for someone else. His brows furrowed at the mention of Mr. Calloway. He knew what kind of powerhouse Calloway was, and there was no way he had reached out to that man.First of all, he hadn’t called anyone. In fact, he had ignored all their messages because he had lied about knowing Vincent Carlisle personally. He had never even met Mr. Calloway before, much less had the right to summon him.‘Had they mistaken me for someone else?’ he thought.Rosalind raised a brow at his hesitation. ‘Is he… hiding the fact that he helped us? she wond

The early morning air was heavy with silence.Sean stood atop a nearby rooftop, watching the building across the street—Norvin Industries. His face was blank, unreadable, save for a flicker of something deep, dark, and final in his eyes.He waited.He had wanted to take revenge on Vincent the other day, for what he did to Rosalind and for trying to kidnap Abrill. But he’d chosen patience instead. He had waited for Vincent to leave the hospital.The hospital should have been a place of recovery, a place to lie low. If Vincent had listened to the doctors, he would’ve stayed there. But Sean knew better.Vincent wouldn’t listen. He would leave early. And Sean was counting on it.Hours passed.Finally, a black convoy arrived at the company entrance. Sean watched as Vincent Carlisle stepped out, flanked by suited men. Even with his bruised face and bandaged hand, the man still held his head high, pretending to be king in a crumbling empire.Sean smirked.‘Let’s finish what we started.’Witho

“You don’t walk away from what you did,” Sean said, voice low and razor-sharp. “You don’t get to beg your way out. Not after what you tried to do to Rosalind. Not after you laid your filthy hands on multiple women. Not after you had your men drag people into dark rooms to be beaten.”“I—I didn’t mean—”Sean leaned in closer, his expression void of emotion, his eyes like frozen steel. “You meant every second of it.”Vincent’s mouth hung open, chest heaving, lips trembling. But no more lies would come. He could feel the weight of death crawling up his spine.And then, as if clinging to one last thread of hope, his bloodshot eyes widened. A memory surfaced—one from just days ago.“Mr. O’Connor,” Vincent croaked quickly, switching to a more formal tone, desperate to sound respectful. “I—I signed a document! An agreement! It says I won’t come after you anymore. Legally binding. Filed. Signed and sealed. It’s proof—I’m not your enemy!”Sean blinked once.Then his hand moved like lightning.C

As Sean turned toward the door, his figure cast a long, cold shadow across the wreckage behind him. But before he could leave completely, Calvin’s voice broke the silence.“Wait.”Sean paused, glancing over his shoulder.Jason took a step forward, wiping his hands on a bloodied towel, adrenaline still flickering in his eyes. “What now?” he asked. “We killed him… but what are we supposed to do next?”Sean studied them for a moment. He had no idea why they were asking him. They had chosen to kill their father—it was their decision. And now they were looking at him like he had all the answers.Still, looking at the men in front of him, he saw potential. Maybe they had a future. It wouldn’t hurt to train them—use them later.“Do you want to walk away?” Sean asked simply. “Forget the Carlisle name? Forget this building? Forget everything he ever touched?”Calvin looked at his brother. Jason didn’t answer immediately, but the silence between them said enough—they weren’t sure.Sean turned f