The tension was immediately palpable in the luxurious presidential suite. Although Barnes did not stand, his gestures and gaze indicated that he was ready to take necessary action to eliminate a threat—even if that threat came from Joseph.Joseph had expected this to happen. But, honestly, he was quite overwhelmed. He even had to take a long breath to convince himself that he would be fine.“I apologize. I misspoke earlier,” Joseph said. “What I meant was, he is on his way here. But of course, if the gentlemen are not willing to meet him, I will contact him right now and ask him to cancel his ‘visit’ here.”Joseph and Charlie stared at each other in silence. The anger was still strongly visible in Charlie’s eyes. As for Barnes, he was tapping his right index finger on the edge of the sofa. His gaze on Joseph was extremely cold.“Are you friends with him, Joseph? Is that what you are trying to say?” Charlie asked.“Please answer my question first, sir. He is heading here. Do I need to

When Charlie finally lowered his hand holding the phone, his expression was very clouded. No one else in the room heard what the President had said. But, judging by his look, it was clearly not something pleasant."What exactly have you done?" Charlie asked, staring sharply at Leon. "The person who called you just now, was it really Mr. Norm?""Something like that," Leon answered casually. "And I guess you both know what you have to do now."Leon was still cross-armed, smiling faintly. Charlie scowled. His eyes were full of anger."Lower your weapon, Barnes," Charlie said."Sir?" Barnes turned, looking at Charlie confused."I said lower your weapon!" Charlie said firmly.Reluctantly, Barnes did what Charlie asked. But his gaze was still full of confusion. When he looked at Leon again, Leon widened his smile and raised one eyebrow."Is that all? Is that all you need to say, Mr. Minister of Defense?" Leon asked sarcastically.Charlie clicked his tongue. He dropped his backside onto the

“Zara, why aren't you wearing clothes?” Leon looked at Zara confused.Zara walked around the sofa. Leon's eyes remained locked on her. He was well aware that Zara was deliberately making her movements appear sensual. Her expression also emphasized that.“Why? This is my home, after all. Isn't it normal for a woman to only wear a bra and underwear in her own home? Besides, I'm not naked,” Zara said.Zara now sat on the sofa, to Leon's right—where she was sitting earlier. Leon couldn't help but look at the firm curves covered by the bra, as well as Zara's thighs that looked shiny as if they had been oiled.“Yes, it’s normal, but only if you are alone here. Now I’m here, and I'm a man. Don’t you think you are being a bit… excessive?” Leon complained.Zara smiled. Deliberately, she touched the fingers of her hands to her curves, slightly squeezing them.“Leon, you asked what you could do to help me earlier. Were you serious when you said that? Or was it just being polite?” Zara asked, sti

Leon clicked his tongue in annoyance. Chin slightly raised, he said, “That’s a hell of a question. What’s my purpose here? To use the facilities, obviously. Why are you making this hard for me? Does the check-in procedure for new members have to be this complicated and annoying?”Leon’s voice rose a notch. Clearly, he was itching to vent his pent-up rage. The black man called "Boss" noticed it too.But did that make the large man step aside and let Leon in? No. He stood his ground right in front of Leon, staring at him like an enemy.“Let me make one thing clear,” the black man said. “You, Leonidas Vale, are currently marked by the city authorities as a dangerous figure. We can’t just let you walk into this gym and endanger our other patrons.”Leon frowned. Dangerous figure? Security authorities? What did that mean?“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Leon said. “I came here to vent my anger in a safe way. If anything, I’ll become a dangerous figure to you if you keep holding m

Leon was now in the main hall of the boxing gym. His presence immediately shifted the atmosphere. Men, whether they were training or resting, locked eyes on him, tracking his every move.Leon noticed, but he didn't care. He walked down the hallway to the locker room. There, he stripped off his t-shirt and pants, changing into a tank top and boxing trunks. He had rented them from the gym earlier. There was no way he was going back out to the training floor wearing only his underwear.Leon put on his boxing gloves. Just as he was about to leave the locker room, two men suddenly walked in, followed by two more, and then one last man. Judging by their gestures and expressions, these five men did not come with good intentions.“You the new guy? First time here?” asked the fifth man, the last one to enter.“Yeah,” Leon answered coldly.“I’m Brad. Kind of an elder around here,” the man said, extending his hand.“Leon,” Leon replied, accepting Brad’s handshake.“Leon, huh? A masculine enough