Hearing what the soldier had just reported, Diego’s heart skipped for a brief second — the words hit him like a shot. But he quickly masked the reaction with a short, forced laugh so the man wouldn’t suspect anything. With a stiff smile on his face, he replied, “Okay! I’ll be there in a minute.” “Yes, Sir!” the young man said sharply, standing upright. “Permission to leave, Sir!” “Permission granted,” Diego responded, returning the salute with authority. The soldier turned smartly and left. Diego watched him go, exhaling quietly through his nose. The moment the footsteps faded, Perry’s voice came through the phone. “What was that about? Who was that?” “It was a lieutenant,” Diego said, his tone low but controlled. “He came to inform me that the team has already tracked down the location of the phone. My attention’s being called there.” For a moment, silence filled the line. Perry’s chest tightened as a wave of unease spread through him. Fear tried to take control, but he forced

The doctor was completely stunned.In all his years of practice, he had never seen anything like this.Whenever someone saved a powerful figure—a politician, a businessman, a soldier, or someone from the government—they were always rewarded. Always. All they had to do was sign the hospital form confirming the rescue, and the system would take care of the rest. The rewards were often life-changing.People usually begged for those documents. They fought for them. Some even lied to get the credit.But today… for the first time in his career, someone had flat-out refused.And that person was poor.That was why he’d called Tyler “broke and proud.” But Tyler had thrown it back at him with one line:“I may be poor, but I am never POOR.”It didn’t make sense to him. It messed with his head.Before he could even open his mouth to ask what it meant, Tyler stepped forward, patted the doctor lightly on the back, and gave him a calm smile.“You won’t understand, Doctor,” he said. “Because there ar

Tyler’s lips quivered, attempting to say something, but no words came out.He stared, surprised, at the woman, who was already glaring at him with pure anger.He could feel her rage—see it blazing in her eyes. She looked completely agitated.She was rich. Luxurious. And that necklace on her neck—if Tyler wasn’t mistaken—cost approximately $50 million.But why was she looking at him that way? What exactly did she want? And above all… who was she?That thought was still lingering when the woman snapped her fingers.“And what are you thinking about, young man? I asked you a damned question, so give me the fucking answer to the question I asked!”Her voice was cruel and tainted with venom.Even amidst the confusion, Tyler chuckled.“Hi, Ma… Good afternoon! I don’t know what—”“Keep your senseless greetings to your fucking self and answer the damn question! Who the heck are you? What on earth are you doing here with my daughter and why the heck do you have access to her room?”She halted,

Tyler glanced at the money in his hand, then slowly looked up at Olga.Blake Snr's words echoed in his mind— “The people around Aria don’t love her. They love her money.”A cold chuckle slipped from his lips.“It all makes sense now,” he said under his breath.Olga's brows pinched together. “What all makes sense?”Tyler opened his mouth to respond, but Aria’s voice cut through the tension.“Aunt Olga, it's not done that way,” she said firmly. “Tyler saved my life. He deserves more than that.”Olga spun toward her, lifting a hand in a careless shrug.“Of course, Aria. He saved your life—and he DESERVES some payment. That’s why he should get the hell out of this place now. We no longer need him. He’s useless. It’s not like he’s your husband!”“You don’t see things that way, Aunt,” Aria pushed, trying to sit up on the bed.But Olga raised her hand again, cutting her off mid-motion.“I know you’re a kind soul, Aria,” she said sharply, “but don’t let these poor, wretched people confuse you

Hearing that the police were already on the hunt for the phone, Diego’s heart skipped a beat.His thoughts scattered. He didn’t even know what to think anymore. One thing was clear—whoever was after that phone wanted something big… something deep. And if they ever got their hands on it, he knew without a doubt—he was finished.Snapping back to reality, he turned sharply to the team leader and saluted.“Yes, Sir! I will lead the team!”The man gave a firm nod and walked off with smooth, deliberate strides.Without wasting time, Diego faced his unit—his soldiers—and called out with conviction,“Get ready, men! We’ll be taking off in just a few minutes!”They responded in unison, voices strong and clear.“Yes, Sir! Copied!”The atmosphere instantly grew tenser. The sound of engines roaring to life filled the base as soldiers began trooping into their designated vehicles. Diego quickly made his way to his own car, climbed in, and settled into the driver’s seat—alert, waiting for the next