After leaving the Premium Lounge, Zeke walked through the softly lit hallway until he reached the maître d’s counter. The maître d’, a tall man with a perfectly pressed suit and white gloves, straightened politely when he saw him approach.“I would like to see the owner,” Zeke said quietly.The maître d’ opened his mouth to respond but Zeke casually slipped something into his gloved hand.A gold coin.The maître d’ glanced down just long enough to study the coin—and then he froze entirely.His eyes widened in raw shock. This was no ordinary coin.Engraved boldly into its center were the initials R.G. from Rockechild Group.Few people had ever seen a Rockechild coin. Even fewer possessed one.The coin was a universal credential used by only members of the Rockechild family. Whoever presented it to any establishment had the right to request anything:Unlimited service. No bill. No questions.The establishment would later forward the debt to the Rockechild Group, who would clear it with

After the lavish dinner ended and the Diamond Experience staff cleared the table with bowed heads, Zeke rose and touched Anna lightly on her shoulder.“Alright, mother-in-law,” he said gently. “It’s getting late. Let’s head home. Pepper would start getting worried.”Anna nodded and began rising to her feet. She had enjoyed an amazing evening. It was time to return home and savour it.Suddenly, Marilyn abruptly stood from her table, her smile wide and forced.“Everyone!” she announced loudly, clapping her hands for attention. “Before the evening ends, I have a special surprise. Next week, I’ll be sponsoring a weekend getaway for all of us. Fully paid. Feel free to come with your families. Let’s all enjoy ourselves!”It was obvious to everyone that Marilyn was desperate to salvage her pride. She refused to let Anna leave as the shining star of the night.Anna blinked, then offered a polite smile.“Oh, that’s thoughtful, Marilyn. But I’m afraid I won’t be able to attend. I’ll be busy nex

A black sedan with tinted windows pulled up to a lonely alley, its engine humming before falling silent. The door swung open, and Xavier stepped out, his expensive leather shoes crunching on broken glass. One of Xavier's leading thugs, a bulky man with a scarred face, hurried over towards him. "Mr. Greyhound, sir—"Xavier cut him off with a sharp gesture, his eyes scanning the dimly lit alley. "The ring. Where is it?"The man swallowed hard. "Sir, we had him cornered. But just before we boxed him in, he threw a small package out the window. We lost visual. My boys have turned this place inside out but we couldn't find it. The ring is gone."Xavier’s jaw flexed. Slowly, he turned toward the man. “Gone?” His voice was as dangerous as a viper hissing. "Did you just said gone?"Before the man knew it, Xavier grabbed him by the throat with one hand and slammed him back into the nearest wall. The lead thug let out a choking gasp as Xavier leaned closer, his eyes burning like ice and fire

Xavier stopped dead the moment he spotted the two homeless individuals standing in the lobby. He clenched his jaw in irritation. He had a very bad night searching for the ring without success and now he had to run into two dirty homeless people. “You there,” he snarled, marching straight towards David and Richard. “What are street filth like you doing in a place like this?”David froze. Richard clung to his leg.Zeke didn’t panic. The facial disguise he wore made him unrecognizable to Xavier. He stepped slightly in front of David, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. “They’re with me,” he said smoothly.Xavier’s frown deepened as he looked Zeke up and down, not recognizing him. “You brought a couple of homeless street rats into a refined establishment? Who do you think you are?”“I’m just a kind man,” Zeke replied, “who wants to give this father and his son a chance at a better life.”“Well, that’s mighty cute of you,” Xavier mocked, stepping closer. “But I’m spending the night her

Zeke reared his head back, brows lifting sharply. “Not your biological son?” he repeated. “Then who exactly is Richard?”David exhaled slowly, gathering courage. “Sir,” he began, “Richard is the true heir to Sir Nelson the Third.”Zeke’s eyes widened a fraction.Sir Nelson III.He knew that name very well.Nelson was one of the youngest and most influential politicians in the Government House.The young man owns a news channel and several tech firms in the Capital. He was a public figure, known for his sharp suits and sharper public speeches.Zeke leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees.“Go on,” he said quietly. "I'm listening."David nodded and continued. “Sir Nelson married two wives. Both became pregnant the same day and both gave birth on the same day.” He sighed deeply. “But the first wife’s son died shortly after birth.”Zeke’s expression hardened.David’s voice dropped, heavy with bitterness. “After the death of her son, the first wife, Lara, poisoned her heart with envy.