The towering iron gates slowly opened, revealing a driveway paved with clean, polished stone. One by one, luxury cars glided in, the late afternoon sun reflecting off their bodies like glinting diamonds.They had all arrived at the Laurent Family mansion.The servants moved quickly, opening car doors and bowing respectfully as each family member stepped out.Evelyne went straight to her room without saying much. Mariana, Hector, and the other cousins headed to the main lounge, still gossiping about what had happened during lunch earlier.Meanwhile, Agatha approached Damian and said, "Damian, come to my study. We need to talk."Damian gave her a small nod and followed her calmly. He didn’t need to be a genius to know what she wanted to discuss.Agatha’s study was located on the second floor of the east wing—a spacious room, its walls lined with bookshelves full of classic literature and family documents. In the center sat a massive mahogany desk and a high-backed chair that looked more

Hook slowly stepped back, cold sweat forming on his forehead. Great pulled a folding knife from his jacket pocket, while Stitch—usually the silent one—grabbed a crowbar from behind his back.Kael stood calmly in the center of the room, eyes sharp but expression still relaxed—like someone laughing at his opponents before the fight even began.“Well, looks like you guys finally decided to try,” he said casually. “But seriously… the three of you? After watching that elephant fly? Are you stupid, or just here to entertain me?”Infuriated by Kael’s cocky mouth, Great lunged first, aiming for Kael’s neck with a quick, well-trained move.But Kael only tilted his shoulder slightly.SWISH!The blade sliced nothing but air.Before Great could even take a second breath, Kael had already grabbed his wrist. One jerk—CRACK!—and the knife clattered to the floor as Great screamed in pain.Kael stared straight into his eyes.“You’re the captain of this team, right?” he whispered with a mocking grin. “

The next second, Kael took a long stride toward the elevator, flashing a mocking look at the security guard.Seeing that, the guard stormed forward, his eyes burning with rage. His arm muscles tensed, chest rising and falling, like he was ready to tear Kael apart just for daring to walk without permission.“I SAID STOP!” he barked, shoving Kael’s shoulder hard.Kael shifted slightly but didn’t lose his balance. Instead, he looked at the guard like he’d just been poked by an annoying mosquito."Your chance is up," Kael said flatly, his eyes turning cold. No more smirks or relaxed attitude—this was a predator's stare.The guard snorted, raising his hand to push Kael again.But he never got the chance.In one swift, unreadable motion, Kael grabbed the man's wrist and twisted it behind his back—crack!The guard screamed, but before the sound could fully escape, Kael yanked him forward and drove an elbow into his chest.THUD!The large man flew back, crashing into the reception desk, nearl

Meanwhile, in the Laurent family's mansion meeting room.At a large round table made of black marble, sat the pillars of the Laurent family.At the head of the table was Agatha Laurent, the matriarch of the family. Her body was frail with age, but her eyes—sharp, cold, calculating—hadn’t lost their edge.To her right sat Grace, her daughter and Evelyne’s mother—quiet, but the look in her eyes betrayed a storm of inner conflict.On the opposite side were Hector and Mariana, who had disliked Kael from the start. They exchanged glances now and then—surprised, confused, clearly unsettled.Sitting directly across from Agatha was Damian—dressed sharply, his face unreadable and cold.Agatha finally spoke.“Our attempt to ruin Kael’s life has failed,” she said calmly, though her words cut like ice. “The mercenaries Damian hired were taken down—effortlessly.”Hector clenched his fists. “That bastard... Who would've thought he wasn’t just an ordinary man? Taking down four trained mercs like it

It was already past midnight, but Evelyne still hadn’t left her private office.Outside, the rain had started to fall gently. Droplets tapped against the large window behind her, like a soft, painful rhythm.On her desk, her laptop screen displayed more than eight open windows—stock graphs, emergency group chats, technical reports, and system access maps.But none of the data… was helping.One by one, the division heads she had instructed earlier sent similar messages:“Sorry, Ma’am. The IP trail has been cut. It’s like the culprit didn’t want to leave any trace.”“We found no suspicious activity after the breach. It’s too clean… almost like it was staged.”“We’re still trying to trace the digital footprint, but… Ma’am, we’re running out of time.”Evelyne bit her lower lip so hard it nearly bled. She gripped her phone, staring at the screen filled with messages of failure.It felt like some massive force was working behind the scenes. And she… was far too small to fight it.She tried