Hearing that, Caleb couldn’t hide the look of disbelief on his face. He couldn’t stop himself from asking, “You’re going to divorce me—the man who’s always loved you and done everything for you—just for this rich guy?!” “You’re comparing yourself to Mr. Thompson, Caleb?!” Ava snapped. “Do you even realize that you’re not even worth the dirt under his nails?! Apologize to him now or I will go through with the divorce!” Caleb was stunned, absolutely shattered by her words. Every dream he had of a happy future with Ava after his release crumbled in an instant—like a mirror smashed with a stone. Honestly, he didn’t even know what to say anymore. Just then, Ethan’s phone buzzed. He checked a message, and immediately, his face turned sour. “The event has already started,” he told Ava. “Let’s go. Now.” “B-but... what about your injury, Mr. Thompson?” Ava asked, sounding genuinely worried. “It’s fine. Let’s just leave.” Ava nodded in agreement. As the two of them strode toward the fro

Upon hearing the news that her grandfather was having violent seizures, Amber rushed over to the doctor and demanded, "What’s going on?! Why is my grandfather having seizures like this?!" The doctor, Damian Scott, responded with a nervous expression, “I-I don’t know either, Miss Amber. I-I only gave Old Master Julius the correct dosage of his medication, but this happened! I’m sure it’s because of that man you met earlier! He must have done something terrible to Old Master Julius! You should blame him for this, Miss Amber!” Damian had no idea what was really happening. He had administered what he thought was the appropriate medication to help Old Master Julius improve, but the exact opposite had occurred. Old Master Julius began convulsing violently, as if the medication had caused a severe side effect. No matter what Damian tried, nothing helped—his condition only worsened. And of course, if Old Master Julius died, Damian's career, his life, and even his family would be ruined. Th

"You can drive, Doctor?" Amber asked as they walked away from the hospital. "I can, Miss Amber. Leave it to me," Caleb replied right away. "Thank you, Doctor." At this point, they were already in the car, and Caleb asked, "Where are we going, Miss Amber?" "To the Clifton Family Auction House," Amber answered. "As you wish, Miss Amber," Caleb said as he started driving. A silence fell between them during the ride, and Amber couldn’t help but wonder—was this man not even the slightest bit interested in talking to her? So many men desperately wanted to talk to her, yet she rejected them all. And now, this man finally had the chance to talk to her... and he didn’t even try? Naturally, this only deepened Amber’s curiosity—and attraction—toward Caleb. What an interesting man. He ignored a woman as beautiful as me! Eventually, Amber decided to break the silence herself. “By the way, may I know your name, Doctor? Calling you 'Doctor' all the time feels a bit odd. It would be better if

Caleb was utterly shocked by what she said. He quickly replied, “I’m not worthy of you, Miss Amber. As you already know, I’m just a criminal and currently unemployed. You’ll end up regretting it if you stay with someone like me.” Truthfully, Caleb wanted to reject Amber. As disappointed as he was in Ava, that didn’t mean he had room in his heart for someone else. But to reject Amber outright would mean humiliating her and crushing her pride. After what she had done for him, he couldn’t possibly do that. So instead, he chose to put himself down, hoping Amber would reconsider her decision. After all, he truly believed someone as incredible as her deserved far better than him. But what Amber said next left him completely stunned. Was she really this stubborn? “So what if you’re a criminal and unemployed? I don’t care about your background or status. I’m interested in you, so I want to have you.” Realizing that Amber wouldn’t back down no matter what he said, Caleb finally replied, “

At this point, the rest of Alton’s goons quickly took long strides toward Caleb. They realized now that Caleb was strong—and dangerous. Underestimating him again would be a fatal mistake. The guy Caleb just defeated was one of the strongest among them. So this time, they decided to attack all at once. Taking him on one by one would only lead to their own defeat. Seeing them charge at him together, Caleb immediately shifted into a solid stance. He was now ready for round two. Four of them lunged at him at once—aiming for his face, solar plexus, stomach, and chest. They were clearly trying to cover all angles, leaving no opening for Caleb to counterattack. But even though they thought they had covered all the gaps, in Caleb’s eyes they moved like snails. Before any of their attacks could land, each one took a hard punch to the face from Caleb. They flew back several meters, spewing teeth as they crashed down. They passed out on the spot—suffering even worse than the burly guy before