The slap echoed like a gunshot in the courtroom.Lucian staggered back, crashing against a chair before stumbling onto the polished floor.Adrian stepped forward slowly, his tone colder than death.“I swear...” he said, voice controlled but seething, “If you ever threaten her again, I will end you myself.”Gasps filled the air.Isabelle’s eyes widened in horror. “Lucian!” She rushed toward him.Lucian clutched his cheek, his head still reeling from the force of Adrian’s slap. His breath came in ragged gasps, disbelief flashing in his eyes. He had expected Adrian to cower, to grovel but not to slap him.His gaze snapped to the two bodyguards. “What are you waiting for? Break him!”The stunned guards sprang into action, they lunged toward Adrian with their fists clenched.But Adrian Lancaster didn’t move. He didn’t flinch. Instead, he adjusted his cufflinks with a smirk on his lips as the bodyguards closed in.He was more than ready to face them.With his newly gained martial art

Seething with rage, Isabelle turned to Lucian and cried out, “Luce, this bitch hit me! You have to help me get revenge!”She clutched her burning cheeks, expecting him to lash out at Sophia, to defend her.But instead of the support she was looking for, she was met with cold fury.Lucian’s face twisted in barely contained rage. He glared at her and before she realized—SLAP!The impact was just as loud, just as shocking. “Revenge my ass!” He roared in rage.Isabelle gasped, stumbling backward, clutching her face in utter disbelif as she stumbled back a second time. Tears welling up in her eyes.“L-Luce...? I told you to hit her, why ... why are you hitting me?”“Why?! You idiot!” Lucian hissed, his voice a venomous whisper. “Do you know who you just insulted?”Nobody in their right sense would dare to speak to Sophia in such manner.He was doing his best to be on Sophia's good side and this foolish woman wanted to ruin things for him.Lucian panicked, this woman was about to put

“Fine. But be aware, if anything happens to my father—don’t expect to leave here alive,” Gerald warned darkly. “I know what I’m doing.” Adrian replied calmly. Then, with help from the medical staff, Adrian undressed the old man and turned him over, to expose his back for treatment. “Stop!” However, just then, a sudden shout rang out from the door. A well-groomed young man in his late twenties strode in, casting a scornful glance at Adrian. “Mr. Aldridge, you can’t let this nobody gamble with Grandpa Aldridge’s life!” “Malvin, I appreciate your concern,” Gerald said with a sigh. “But we have no better option right now. We have to let him try.” “Who says we don’t have a better option?” Malvin Darkthorn said with a proud smile. “Look who I brought.” He gestured toward the doorway. Everyone turned to look. An imposing elderly man in a flowing white robe walk in with calm authority. “Legendary Healer—Aldric Sylvester?!” Gasps erupted around the room. The on-call VIP doctor

Meanwhile, Adrian’d just stepped out of the hospital restroom stall. If they said they don't need his help, then so be it. It wouldn’t be his fault if that poor old man died eventually. He had already warned them and if they chose not to believe him, then that might be the old man’s fate. He splashed cold water on his face, the droplets clinging to his lashes. Just then... Riiing— His phone vibrated against the sink counter. He pulled it out. Adrian’s brow raised as he answered. A calm, polished female voice answered. “Good morning, Mr. Lancaster. This is Julia Lin, Vice President of Rhein Group.” “I wanted to formally welcome you, sir,” she said respectfully. “The news of your appointment was just made known to the board this morning. There are a few urgent matters awaiting your review… If possible, when would you be able to visit the head office?” Adrian’s lips curved into a faint, sardonic smirk. Oh, right! That old man didn’t just throw a one billion allowance an

Malvin gave a dry laugh, his arms crossed as he leaned against the wall like a smug spectator. “You all saw that, didn’t you?” he said loudly enough for the entire ward to hear. “That frost stopping? Must’ve been Dr. Sylvester’s work finally kicking in. Man just needed a little more time, that’s all. Am I right, Doctor?” Aldric Sylvester straightened, lifting his chin with a shred of the pride he had left. He adjusted his collar and cleared his throat. “My diagnosis was correct,” he declared firmly, though the tremor in his voice betrayed his earlier panic. “What you witnessed was merely a delayed reaction to my technique. The frost receded because of my technique not yours.” He shot a cold glare at Adrian. “But this patient’s condition… is far beyond human medicine. Even I, a Legendary Healer, must admit my hands are tied.” "If I cannot save him… what chance does a street-level amateur like him possibly have?” He spat the word like poison. “The bum's nothing b