He muttered the number under his breath like a curse, his mind already running through the impossible calculations of time. He knew exactly where London’s threats would lead, and he also knew that thirty minutes was not enough, not because he couldn’t physically make it there, but because his work with the King of Herbs was still incomplete.The refinement process was delicate. Every second mattered. The herbs were rare, their potency volatile; one wrong move, one rushed step, and everything could turn to ash. He hadn’t even reached halfway into extracting the deepest essence required to stabilize his mother’s fragile condition, yet he has just 30 minutes.Tyler glanced at the wooden table where the herbs rested in a carefully prepared bowl. Streams of pale mist rose from the mixture, faintly glowing with golden light. The sight pained him. He had spent sleepless nights to obtain this single chance this single herb to give his mother the life she deserved. And now, London was forci

At that moment, seeing the look on Tyler’s face, London tilted his head slightly, his lips curling into an amused smirk. The fury radiating from Tyler only seemed to entertain him further.“Oh… look at that face,” London mocked, laughing under his breath, the sound echoing through the wooden house. “Are you getting worked up already? Is that anger I see? Because I gave your dear mommy a little lesson?”At that moment he gestured lazily toward the chair where Tyler’s mother sat, her head slumped forward, bound and gagged.“Is this what’s turning your face red?” London continued, his laughter growing louder, crueler. “You think you can do something about it? Huh?”He stepped closer, pointing at the unconscious woman like she was nothing more than property.“Your mother,” London sneered, “is stubborn. She doesn’t know her place. And when people don’t know their place, they have to be taught. I simply made her quiet… that’s all. She’s not dead, not yet.”At that moment his eyes locked ont

Upon hearing what London just said, the three men immediately exchanged hesitant glances. None of them wanted to be next. The memory of their comrade being sent flying across the room with just a flick of Tyler’s hand was still burned into their minds. But they also knew there was no way out now, not with London glaring at them, his anger boiling over.If they refused… they were dead men anyway, with reluctant nods, the three finally tightened their fists, bracing themselves.London grit his teeth, forcing his fear down as much as he could. “Now!” he barked again, giving the signal.In that instant, the three men surged forward simultaneously boots pounding against the wooden floor, fists raised high. One aimed for Tyler’s jaw, another lunged low to tackle his waist, while the third swung from the side, hoping to blindside him. Their combined roars filled the room as they closed the distance in a heartbeat, throwing everything they had into the attack.At that moment, before any of Lo

At that moment, Winston’s frustration boiled over. He yanked his phone from his pocket, dialing London’s number again and again once, twice, three times. Each time the line rang endlessly, unanswered. The silence on the other end only fueled his fury. By the fourth call, Winston’s jaw was clenched so tightly it hurt. He muttered under his breath, pacing like a predator trapped in its own cage.“What the hell is going on?” he hissed, his voice low yet venomous. “London, you bastard, don’t tell me you’ve double-crossed me. Don’t tell me you got what you wanted from Tyler and decided to discard me like I’m nothing.”Then he stopped pacing, gripping the edge of the desk so hard his knuckles turned white. The thought of being outplayed burned deep in his chest, humiliation mixed with rage. London knew the stakes; London knew how much Winston stood to gain from this plan. For him to go silent now… it could only mean betrayal.“No,” Winston growled to himself, shaking his head sharply. “I’m

Victoria nodded respectfully, her posture upright, her expression serious. “Yes, sir. It is very accurate. The princess herself asked me to come here.”Her voice carried a weight that none of them took lightly.“She holds your family in very high regard,” Victoria continued, her gaze shifting between Mr.Nathaniel and his son. “She speaks of you with great admiration and respect. She believes that if there’s anyone in this kingdom who is truly capable of taking over the throne after her father… it’s Nathaniel Jr.”At that moment, a deep silence fell across the room again. Mrs. Nathaniel looked stunned, her lips slightly parted. Nathaniel Jr., who had been sitting quietly beside his father, raised his eyes slowly toward Victoria. He didn’t speak, but there was something flickering in his gaze curiosity, responsibility, and perhaps, just a trace of disbelief.Then Victoria added gently, “That is the real reason I came. I didn’t come here just to pass a message. I came because the prince