Elijah couldn't be bothered with these spoilt brats; he only interfered because his arrogant sister-in-law could involve his feisty wife, who had him under house arrest."If that's what you believe, then believe it. I won't say anymore." He turned around and began to walk away from them.He hadn't gone far when Rosalie blocked his way and glared angrily at him. "Where do you think you're going?"A confused look crossed his face."I owe you nothing anymore, Rosalie. Go home."She gritted her teeth and almost jabbed her finger into his face. "Don't think you can say nonsense. Where is the card? Hurry up and return it."Rosalie stretched her arm in his direction, but he simply blinked."What card?" he pretended not to know what she was talking about.This made Rosalie even angrier. "My sister's privilege card. Do you still think I won't find out that you stole her bank card? You worthless thief!"Not only was this useless brother-in-law incapable of anything, he even dared to steal a car

"What nonsense!" The Patriarch of the Wexler family, Adam Wexler, stamped his feet angrily on the ground, his body shaking with uncontrolled rage. He was seated in the throne-like chair in the great hall, and before him were gathered members of his Wexler family.The heir to the Wexler fortune had been found unconscious in the forest and brought back to the mansion.Now that the family doctor had treated his concussion and wrapped his head with gauze, he stood before his grandfather. One of his uncles stepped forward and asked sharply, "Julian, are you sure of this thing you talk about? How could seven hundred men abandon you to be hurt by that Elijah Langston? Didn't we buy that private security company with all of their capable guards?""They're all useless," Julian said, clenching his hand in rage. "We have definitely wasted our money buying that weak security organization in the East District. We must ask for a refund."One burly man in the room—Julian's father and the first son

Elijah turned to face the approaching security and asked casually, “Do you need something?”They surrounded him in an instant, and one of the guards stepped forward. “We got a report about riff-raff snooping around. Who permitted you to be here?”He looked from Elijah’s old, branded shoes down to the washed-out T-shirt he was wearing.He was different from everyone else who poured in through the hotel entrance—like an oil stain on a white shirt.“Can't I be here?” Elijah inquired, a funny expression on his face.The leader of the bodyguards stamped his foot angrily and scolded him. “Yes. Take a look around and see if there is a cleaner around here. Even our cleaners are not average in this Paragon Hotel.”“I don't remember seeing a law about dress code at the entrance. Is wrong profiling part of your job?” Elijah asked calmly.“Law…?” The team leader puffed his chest arrogantly. “I can state the law however I want, and that will be it. The only people allowed here are those who are he

Light fell across the Paragon Hotel’s private auditorium as the emcee finished his welcome speech.Mr. Lancaster sat poised in the front row like a host at a table; beside him was his grandson, Anthony, his hands folded on his knees.The emcee’s voice echoed back into the room. “This afternoon's presentation will be delivered by Mr. Anthony Lancaster.”A polite applause followed. Anthony stood and crossed to the podium, his chin raised high.The room was full but not messy—rows of business owners in tailored suits, representatives of aristocratic families with soft-spoken confidence, partners from great houses whose names were respected in Brooklyn Heights, hospital directors, clinic chains, some senior medical regulators, and a line of journalists near the aisle. Mostly people from the medical cross-sections of the city were here to participate in the launch today and perhaps be first in line when distribution began.Photographers were kept at the back.Conversation died down as Ant

Meanwhile, a team of Lancaster security guards and a few family members were trying to bring down the door to the control center. Something appeared to be holding the door from behind, and they had to gain access to the control center.That shameful broadcast had to be stopped immediately. Only then would even the tiniest dignity of their Lancaster family be saved."Step aside!" One of the burly security guards came running toward the door, throwing his full weight against it to force it open.At the last second, the door creaked open by itself and he stumbled into the hallway, somersaulting into a reckless position.They didn't even bother to help him and ran past, just to get to the control room.Groaning, the burly man staggered to his feet and followed them. The desperate people didn't get to see Elijah Langston, who was standing right beside the door with a smirk. "Spilled coffee..." His work here was done, but not completed.With steady steps, he left briskly for the auditori