He pulled out a pristine white envelope, his and Isabelle’s wedding invitation, embossed in gold foil.“I would be honored,” he said carefully, “if the President of Rhein Group could attend our wedding. Even if just briefly. His presence would mean a great deal.”A silent pause.Julia didn’t blink.Neither did she smile.But after a heartbeat, she reached forward and took the envelope.Her fingers brushed briefly over the seal.“I will pass it on,” she said softly. “Whether he attends... will depend on his schedule.”Lucian nodded, hiding his eagerness with a tight smile. “Of course. That’s more than enough.”Julia slid the invitation into a drawer. Then, with the same composed tone, added, “You’ll receive confirmation of the fund transfer before sunset.""Pepare your companies. The new board members will be transferred to your companies immediately after the transfer.” “Of course. Understood.”Julia nodded once. “Then, we’re done here. Please see yourself out.”Lucian stood, bowed h

“We were sent here with orders.”He grabbed Clara by the arm.“EVELYN!” Clara’s small voice shrieked.The little girl’s face twisted in panic—confused, frightened.Her innocence shattered in an instant.She broke free from the thug’s grip with surprising strength and rushed toward the fallen nanny, sobbing.Evelyn threw her arms around Clara, trying to shield her despite her state."I don't want to go anywhere with this bad people." Clara sobbed.The nanny coughed, pain lacing her every breath, but she still reached up and wrapped an arm around Clara, pulling her close, shielding her from the looming goons.“Sweetheart... You're not going anywhere…”Tears streamed down her cheeks as she held onto Evelyn like a lifeline, crying, “I want my brother! I want my brother now!”The thugs exchanged glances.“What the hell is wrong with this kid?” one muttered.“Damned brat’s slow in the head,” another sneered, stepping forward. “Makes it easier for us.”He yanked her up roughly.“Let go of h

The man screamed as he was hurled into a cabinet with a crash that splintered wood and shattering glass.Another thug lunged with a broken table leg and threw it with all his might at Adrian, Adrian doged it and the table leg flew right threw the window, shattering glass as it went through the window.Adrian retaliated immediately, his elbow slammed into the man’s throat with a sickening crunch. The thug crumpled mid-motion, gagging.“You bastards really have a death wish,” Adrian said, coldly.Another man swung from behind.Adrian twisted around, his palm catching the man’s wrist mid-air, twisting, locking, snapping.The man howled and dropped to his knees.Adrian didn't stop.He stepped into his next motion seamlessly, catching the last two advancing men with a fluidity that was out of this world.A sharp pivot.A jab to the solar plexus.A spinning kick to the jaw.It wasn’t just fighting. It was art. Evelyn’s mouth had gone dry. Her arms, still tied behind her back, trembled not

“You’ll meet your maker before you can blink.” They all nodded frantically, groveling like broken dogs. “Take your trash and leave,” he said, stepping back. “Before I change my mind.” They scrambled. Stumbling over their own feet, dragging their wounded out through the shattered door, leaving trails of blood behind like the filth they were. Adrian didn’t watch them go. He knelt beside Evelyn and gently brushed a stray piece of glass from her shoulder. “You’re safe now.” Evelyn exhaled shakily, her eyes not leaving his. “…You’re not the same Adrian I knew.” Adrian said nothing but gave a small smile. His gaze drifted to Clara, who sat curled in Evelyn’s lap, her eyes vacant again… as if retreating into herself, away from the horror she couldn’t fully comprehend. His heart twisted. She didn’t understand what had almost happened. And thank God for that. He rose slowly, brushing the dust off his sleeves. There was a time, back when he still believed in love, when he had beg

Victoria’s arms crossed tightly across her chest, her head tilting with a sneer as she looked Adrian up and down like he were dirt beneath her heel.“Spare me the hero act,” she said. “You always thought you were better than everyone. That jacket you gave me? That walk to the gate? You think that made you a savior?”Adrian didn’t flinch.They both knew that was not the only thing he had done for her.“I hated you for it,” she spat. “Always acting self righteous, we both know it's just an act.”Her eyes gleamed now, manicured nails tapping against her forearm as she stepped closer.“But look at you now.”A cruel smirk curled on her lips.“ohh I've heard the news, it has spread like wild fire among our classmates, you've been the joke on our group chat for the past two days.""You were kicked out by your wife. She left you bankrupt. You have nothing yet you still walk like a King.”"All these years of pretense aren't you tied?"Adrian’s jaw locked. His eyes, however, remained calm and i