Javon's final statement hung in the air, absorbing all sound in the conference room.The reporters, who had been so predatory moments before, were now silent, exchanging glances of disbelief. That sentence wasn't just a rebuttal; it was an open declaration of war, implying a deep and rotten rift between two great families.In the midst of that tense silence, Javon looked down. He saw Sherly's knuckles, white from gripping the armrests of her wheelchair. Gently, he patted the back of her hand, a small, reassuring smile gracing his lips."Don't worry," he whispered, just loud enough for only Sherly to hear. "From this moment on, you are my woman. Be it the Conner family or the Edelweiss family, they will never have the chance to bully you again."Sherly lifted her head. Through her moist eyelashes, the world looked blurry, but the figure of Javon before her was so clear and solid. A sense of security she had never felt in her entire life enveloped her like the warmest blanket. It didn't

The last remaining man lay on the ground, his body trembling violently, but his lips were sealed shut in a final, futile act of defiance."A loyal dog," Javon sneered, his voice colder than the night wind. He crouched down, his gaze tracing the man's face with contemptuous impatience. "But loyalty to the wrong master is a form of stupidity."Kraak!With a cruelly swift motion, Javon seized the man's jaw and forced it open. A sickening sound was heard. Before the man's scream could even form, Javon shoved a small black pill into his mouth. The pill dissolved instantly, leaving a burning, bitter taste."Wh-what..." the man stammered, his eyes bulging in horror."You ask what I gave you?" Javon smiled, a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Not a fast-acting poison. Those are 'Flesh-Rotting Spores.' The spores will grow inside your organs, liquefying you from the inside out. In three days, you will be a foul-smelling puddle of pus, and you will be fully conscious while it all happens."Jav

Seeing Director Tirta about to launch another verbal assault, Javon calmly took out a document folder from his briefcase. He didn't slam it down. He pushed it with a single finger, letting it glide smoothly across the polished mahogany surface until it stopped precisely in the middle of the table."These are my equity certificates," he said, his voice cutting through the silence. "As long as my father cannot be found, I, as the sole legal heir, hold 42% of the shares in Forger Enterprise."He swept his gaze around the room, meeting the eyes of each shareholder one by one. A thin, cold smile played on his lips. "Now, who was it that wanted to tell me to get out?"The conference room fell silent once more, suffocated by the authority that had suddenly filled the space. Director Tirta snatched the documents, his greedy eyes scanning every word. His expression shifted from anger to grimness."This... this is impossible! President Forger clearly stated he would revoke your inheritance righ

The moment the words Censeer Entity left Javon's lips, the friendly smile on Mr. Emerald's face froze. His previously sharp eyes narrowed into two dangerous points, radiating unconcealed shock."How... do you know that name?" Mr. Emerald's voice was low, a barely audible growl, but the tremor in his tone couldn't hide the turmoil in his heart.For years, the world's most famous doctors could only call it an unknown toxin. No one could give it a name.Javon calmly took a silk handkerchief from his pocket and wiped away the droplets of tea that had splashed onto the back of his hand from Mr. Emerald's shock."Five years ago," Javon said, as if telling a story, "A village on the border lost seventeen lives in a single night. The victims were found in meditative positions, with smiles on their faces and a golden liquid flowing from the seven orifices of their heads. The locals called it the 'Censeer Entity', a heavenly omen."He lifted his eyes, looking straight into Mr. Emerald's trembli

Javon took a single step forward, a calm and effortless movement, yet it effectively shielded Serana behind him. "The last time, at the prison gates, your offer was five million, plus the condition of my Aunt becoming your lover. We refused. What makes you think we would accept three million now?"The smile on Pablo's face froze. He clearly hadn't expected Javon, that piece of social trash, to counter him so calmly and directly."Javon?" He scanned Javon's attire from top to bottom, a look of disgust flashing in his eyes. "How did trash like you get in here? Serana might still have a name, but you? An ex-convict? What qualifies you to set foot at an Emerald family banquet?""If you can, why can't I?" Javon stared back, reflecting Pablo's contemptuous gaze right back at him."You pie—"Before Pablo could finish his curse, Javon moved closer, his voice dropping to a cold whisper only the two of them could hear. "I've been too busy cleaning up the Conner family these past few days that I