Schwarzenger stared at Elijah for a long time, his expression a mixture of confusion and concern as the weight of his son’s rage hung in the air. “You asked about Benjamin,” he began carefully. “And you also exploded the moment you found out he worked under RIVA. Why, son? What does this man mean to you? You don’t like seeing him in movies?” Elijah hesitated, his chest rapidly rising and falling. He was worried about how Schwarzenger would react to the truth about Benjamin. “I…” he swallowed hard and then looked up at his father's face. “He’s the reason I went to prison, and his so-called fiancée was my former girlfriend who betrayed me for him.” Bartho quickly stepped forward and bowed respectfully. “Master Eli, I deeply apologize. Had I known, I would never have spoken his name with such regard. That man doesn’t deserve to breathe in the same room as you. How dare he?" Elijah waved a hand dismissively, his face remaining expressionless. “It’s fine. You were only speaking from

Elijah parked the Rolls-Royce Spectre smoothly in the exclusive section of the underground parking lot. The gentle purr of the engine faded away as the tinted doors closed behind him. The reflective marble floor of the parking area mirrored the sleek car as he stepped out and adjusted his jacket.Just as he was about to enter the lobby, a loud noise that distinctly sounded like a scuffle echoed from the far end of the fence. He paused and looked toward the source of the sound.His eyes narrowed slightly as he turned in that direction. Beyond a trimmed hedge bordering the complex, he noticed a well-dressed man in his early forties, wearing a neatly pressed sky-blue suit, struggling with one of the security guards at the outer checkpoint.Elijah almost dismissed the scene, reasoning that it wasn’t uncommon for desperate people to try to sneak into premium spots. However, he stopped when he realized that the man was not dressed like a typical vagrant; he looked like someone from the weal

Benjamin’s fists clenched beneath the boardroom table. Every nerve in his body screamed to lash out, but he forced himself still. It was the wrong time and place and not in front of these people. His history with Elijah was complicated and too dangerous to risk exposure. A single wrong word could shatter the reputation he had carefully built.He inhaled subtly through his nose, then exhaled with a well-rehearsed calm. “I’m sorry,” he said, directing his gaze at Elijah. “And... who might you be?”Elijah tilted his head slightly, a trace of amusement slipping into his expression. “Who I might be?” he echoed. “You're asking me who I am?”Benjamin smiled gently and his voice came out smooth. “Yes. Just trying to understand why someone not on the guest list is standing her...in this exclusive hal...like he owns it.”Elijah’s didn't stopped smiling and instead, took a single step forward. “So, you don’t recognize me?”Benjamin shook his head. “Should I?”“No recollection at all?”“No,” Benj

The automatic gate of the Schwarzenger estate slid open with its usual hiss, and Elijah’s car rolled to a halt in the private courtyard, the engine shutting down with a tired hum.The world outside was calm, the night air rich with the scent of midnight jasmine from the garden, but inside Elijah… a storm brewed.He stepped out without a word, ignoring the guards who stood at attention along the corridor. His new phone, still sealed in the branded box, dangled in one hand as he walked toward his mansion. His strides were cold, stiff, filled with the weight of suppressed rage.By the time he reached his private wing, he had already made up his mind, not wanting to see anybody till the next morning. He locked the door, twisted the security latch, and sank into the edge of his sofa The walls were lined with luxury; a shelf full of untouched suits, another of designer shoes, gold-accented walls, a 180-inch curved OLED screen mounted on one side, and a personalized voice assistant glowing

Morning broke with a fanfare of sound that stirred the air and silenced the birds. The sharp calls of silver trumpets echoed across the vast grounds of the Schwarzenger estate, accompanied by a grand orchestra of violins and drums stationed under the marble columns of the eastern balcony. Music swelled like a coronation hymn, reaching every corner of the grand palace, waking even the most distant guard.In the central chamber, illuminated by sunlight streaming through crystal domes, Elijah stood without a shirt. He was surrounded by three estate maidens who moved around him gracefully, tending to him with precise and respectful gestures, almost like butterflies drawn to a vibrant flower.He was slowly enveloped in a tailored wine-colored suit, the fabric shimmering softly in the morning light. The gold embroidery on the lapels caught the eye, revealing intricate regal insignias that signified his lineage, known only to the Schwarzenger bloodline.When they were done, one of the maiden