At that moment, Lucas sat back in his seat, his mind racing with sharp calculations. His eyes never left the house across the street, but in his head, he was thinking far beyond those walls.He knew exactly how angry Winston is, and his hungry he wants power, influence, and more importantly, for the King of Herbs. Winston wasn’t the kind of man who forgave failure easily. Lucas had already gotten on his bad side once, and that taste of Winston’s wrath was something he never wanted to experience again.He had seen firsthand what Winston did to those who disappointed him a slow, humiliating destruction of everything they held dear, until there was nothing left. Lucas wasn’t going to be next on that list.But there was still a path back.A way to fix everything.If he could get his hands on the King of Herbs and deliver Tyler, then he wouldn’t just be forgiven. He would be restored, respected again within Winston’s circle. His name would be cleaned, and he could walk with his head high.

At that moment, after hearing what the man just said, Tyler exhaled softly, his expression untouched by rage or panic. He simply lowered the phone from his ear a little, his eyes staring ahead blankly for a moment, his mind was calm, he wasn’t angry. Not even close, he was just... disappointed.Disappointed because the only reason he even bothered showing up to this meeting, the only reason he even answered Melissa’s call in the first place was because of the King of Herbs. That was it. Nothing more.And now, not only had that rare herb been snatched away by some lowlife fools, but they were foolish enough to think they could threaten him with it.It wasn’t anger burning in Tyler’s chest It was pure contempt.This was nothing but disrespect. A clear lack of understanding of who he was. They thought they had him cornered, thought they had control because of a herb and a hostage.“Pathetic!!”Still, with the phone half-lowered, Tyler heard the man's voice continue on the other end, his

At that moment, the warehouse was swallowed in a heavy, suffocating silence. The sound of the first man’s body still echoing from the brutal impact against the wall was like a shadow hanging in the air.The remaining four men stood frozen, their eyes darting between their fallen comrade and the man who had done it, Tyler, who still stood with his hands buried in his pockets, face unbothered, eyes cold.They could hardly breathe, but they began whispering among themselves, their voices trembling as they tried to make sense of what just happened.“W-was that... really just one slap?” one of them muttered, his voice barely holding steady.Another nodded shakily, his throat dry.“Just one slap... and he... flew like that? That’s almost fifty meters—how is that even possible?”“Did you hear the sound? His jaw cracked... even from here.”“He’s dead... He’s not even moving...”At that moment their knees were weak, legs trembling uncontrollably. It was like watching a monster disguised in hu

At that moment, Lucas opened his mouth, trying desperately to speak, to beg, to curse, anything. But no words came. His voice was completely cut off, trapped somewhere deep within his throat.He tried to force sound out, but nothing.Only a strangled breath escaped his lips, and his panic intensified.He grumbled in frustration, his body trembling violently, but still, no words.He shook his head, trying to look up at Tyler, desperate to understand what had just happened to him, what was going on.Tyler, however, said nothing.With a calmness that contrasted Lucas’ spiraling panic, Tyler simply dropped Lucas onto the ground.At that moment Lucas fell hard, landing on his butt, the impact jarring him as he tried to regain his bearings. His head spun, confusion washing over him like a wave. He couldn’t comprehend what had just occurred, why his body wouldn’t obey him.And then it hit, It started with his hands.The skin on his fingers tingled, a faint, irritating itch spreading under hi

At that moment, Naomi quietly turned away, slipping from the throne room without drawing attention. Her footsteps echoed softly against the cold marble floors as she left behind the unsettling discussion between her father and Edda. Each word she'd overheard was like a needle, pricking at her pride and dignity.As she walked briskly through the long corridors, frustration twisted her beautiful features. She clenched her fists tightly at her sides, struggling to control her growing irritation. How could her father, the king himself, possibly show such interest in Tyler, a commoner? A nobody?To Naomi, it was beyond comprehension. Tyler wasn't even from a distinguished family, not in the top three, nor even the top ten. He was someone who had lived under a bridge, someone whose very existence had been meaningless until recently. And now her father was wasting valuable time and resources on investigating this insignificant person. It disgusted her deeply.She finally reached her private