Dexter notices the look of horror on everyone's face, including Beatrice, then he clears his throat, “I'll forgive you if you get up and walk back into your office and act like you didn't just knee here.” He whispered. He could tell that the middle-aged man had discovered his true identity through the payment made into a Vintage bank account by Roy.“But…”“Just do as I say..” Dexter assured him.With a humble smile he nodded and urged the security officers to let the woman out of the van immediately. Then he turned and walked away.Slowly, the security officers opened the door and Beatrice was brought out.“Let's go home?” Dexter tells her casually.“What the hell was that back there?” Beatrice asked as though interested to know why a man such as Paul would kneel before a lowly commoner like her son-in-law.“If I warn you about your tone again… there will be additional consequences, mum.” Dexter forced a smile as they got into the car, then he drove off.“I'm sorry, young master.”D

In the living room, Eleanor froze where she sat. Her sewing needle slipped from her trembling fingers, clattering uselessly onto the floor. His screams, a sound she knew too well split through the walls. Each cry for help was like a sword, sharper than the last, carving through the fragile shell she had built around her heart. Her hands shook violently as she fumbled for the headphones on the table beside her. She pressed them over her ears with desperate force. Music helped in situations like this. A flimsy attempt to cover the sound, but Ethan’s screams pierced through anyway. They always did. No melody could hide the truth—that her child was being broken again, piece by piece, while she sat powerless. Tears streamed down her face, hot and ceaseless. She pressed her palms harder against the headphones, as if crushing them into her skull could force the cries away. Her breath came shallow, ragged, as if she were drowning on dry land. Each sob of his etched into her bones,

The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, releasing Ashanti and Dexter into the top floor of the Imani Paradise Hotel.Ashanti’s heart pounded loudly in her chest. Before her was the magnificent Elite Vogue — a place so exclusive that even the wealthiest in Chicago whispered about it with envy. Tonight, every table, every candlelit corner, every inch of its crystal-glass expanse had been reserved for them.She felt like royalty.It couldn’t be real. The Elite Vogue wasn’t a place just anyone could book, not even with superhuman influence. Wait... Today is Saturday, isn't it? wasn't this place booked for the mayor's daughter? While on her way here, she heard it on the radio. A mysterious rich man had turned the table for the mayor and other rich folks who think money is all they need to be powerful.Her mind raced with wild speculation, and a single thought crashed through her mind then her gaze shifted to Dexter. This place was meant to be for the mayor's daughter but yes she

The glimmering headlights of the Bugatti Baby II cut a sleek reflection across the marble-tiled driveway of the Pinnacle estate. The miniature luxury car looked almost too pristine to touch, gleaming like a jewel beneath the chandelier lights. Grandma Emily’s eyes widened as Dexter wheeled it in, her thin hands trembling as she ran them over the polished frame. “Dexter…” She whispered, her voice filled with joy. “You.. you kept to your word.. You..you bought it.. Goodness..” Dexter waved his hand with a small smile, bowing slightly. “You’ve always been the heart of this family. I wanted you to have something worthy of you.” Slowly, Sebastian, Sara and all of their cousins walked out, gawking and whispering among themselves in disbelief. “Omg, Grandma… Did Dexter? The same Dexter we all know got you a baby II?” Grandma Emily walked into the driver seat and nodded with a bright smile. “Yes, he did!” “Whoa.” Vector walked out, clapping his hands with a condescending rem

The mafia soldiers froze. For the first time, they hesitated to move forward, especially since it has never been heard that a Mafia soldier was taken in less than 5 seconds of their attack. They were shocked to the core.They exchanged puzzled glances, horror vivid across their faces. These weren’t just random thugs—these were elite, men trained in cruelty and precision. And yet this stranger had ripped through them as if they were nothing.But they were not cowards. This fellow might be lucky this time, but he didn't scare them.With a guttural bark, more men rushed towards him. “You're a dead man already. Acting tough will do you no good!”Dexter adjusted his broken glasses and met them head-on, his movements a blur. Every strike he delivered cracked bone, every kick sent bodies sprawling. Blood splattered across the pavement, mixing with the broken glass glinting under the streetlights.“I’m not afraid of you or your boss,” Dexter growled between blows, his voice low and dangerou