“You are saying nonsense, Tyler!” Perry snapped, cutting him off with a sharp glare. “You have no right to ask me that question because I didn’t do all these things you’re accusing me of! In fact, I should be suing you for what you did to me! You tried to kill me, and then you went ahead and committed suicide. So no, I didn’t kill you—you killed yourself!”Tyler gave a slow nod, then began to clap, each strike of his palms echoing mockingly in the tense air.“Well done, Perry. Well done!” he drawled.He paced deliberately, moving from Perry to Becca, then turning his steps toward Gloria, his smirk slicing through the heavy silence.“I love how you said I committed suicide. That was the story you fed to the world, wasn’t it? And just in case your memory’s failing, let me remind you—on that very day you walked out of the morgue, you announced to everyone that you had just dropped my body off. You even told them I took my own life.” His eyes glittered dangerou

“What are the cops doing here? How on earth is this even possible?”Perry muttered under his breath, his eyes widening in disbelief. His mind spun as he struggled to process the sight before him—the officers marching forward, handcuffs glinting under the light, heading straight for him.This couldn’t be real. The Winters weren’t supposed to face arrests. Not here. Not ever. For generations, their influence had crushed democracy into nothing but a word. The few who dared to sue them never saw victory, and certainly never watched a Winter in chains.And yet, here they were.Perry’s fists curled so tightly his nails bit into his palms. How could someone as pathetic as Tyler summon the police against me? Me, Perry Winter? A whole descendant of the Untouchables?Even Aria’s thoughts swirled in stunned disbelief, her face pale.Tyler? Tyler managed this? That’s insane. No Winter has ever been dragged before the law. How could he pull this off?Before the officers could close in, Becca darte

Without wasting another second, Tyler gave Becca a calm smile before turning to Aria.“Let’s go.”His voice was steady, but the weight behind it made the air tighten. He walked away without looking back.Aria didn’t move. Her shoes felt nailed to the ground. She had come here with her own trump card—the video clip of Perry stabbing himself. She had wanted to throw it in Perry’s face, to stun everyone, to shock Tyler. Yet, before she could even reach into her bag, Tyler had turned the entire game upside down. He had Perry arrested.Her chest rose and fell sharply. Perry Winters. No one in J City dared to lay a finger on him. No Winters had ever seen the inside of a prison cell. Never.His father held an important rank in the United Kingdom. His mother—direct bloodline of the Duke of the Seventh Nation in J City. His sister? Married to a top-ranking officer in Team Elite, the same unit where Aria’s grandfather had once been general.In J City, as long as Team Elite was involved, the law

Even after pulling every trick to cover up their son’s crime, the Winters couldn’t hide their irritation. Their name, their legacy, now bore a stain—a dot they could not erase.The moment the car rolled into the driveway and stopped, Harry ripped off his glasses in fury.“What kind of stupid embarrassment is this, huh?” His voice thundered as he jabbed a finger at Perry. “You called me all the way from the UK, saying your wife was launching her new company and that my presence was needed. I came here just to support you two—and now, what do I hear? That you were arrested over some ridiculous case?” Perry’s jaw clenched, his face dark with anger. His father’s words barely scratched the surface of the fire already raging inside him. He met Harry’s glare.“How was I supposed to know this would happen, Dad? How was I supposed to know that useless Uber driver was still alive? And more importantly—how could I have known he’d show up on this auspicious day?”“But didn’t you kill him?” Maggi

The moment Marshal stepped out of his apartment, he slipped his gun into a bag and walked briskly toward his car. Sliding into the driver’s seat, he set the bag down beside him, then pressed the pedal hard. The engine roared to life as he sped off toward the location “Hiara” had given him—where Tyler Hudson was supposed to be.Minutes later, Marshal’s car screeched to a halt before Acosta’s Five-Star Hotel. He climbed out, the weight of his mission heavy on his shoulders. With practiced ease, he slipped the gun into the pocket of his pants, adjusted his jacket, and strode confidently toward the grand entrance.The hotel security was tight, guards watching every movement at the doors and lobby. But Marshal was no ordinary man.He had graduated top of his class as an assassin—an expert in precision, deception, and survival. And tonight, he would put those skills to use.Keeping his composure, Marshal walked to the reception desk. He knew exactly what had to be done which is to blend i