“Thats not possible!” Peter banged his fist on the table, gritting his teeth. He glared angrily at Vincent and his croonies. “I won't let you lay off the staff.”Vincent's face turned dark. “I don't think that decision is up to you Mr Peter, and you better watch your tone.”Three of his cronies nodded, their faces grim as they stared at Peter.Like equal shareholders with Vincent, three of them felt like it was a good idea. If they could lay off a few staff, wouldn't the remaining go into their pockets?Peter clenched his fist. “The decision isn't yours to make either Mr Vincent, and since this is a meeting, I think it's fair that I can agree and disagree.”This time, the ones who supported Peter were the board of directors. “Yes, that's true, and I can also agree with him.”“Mr Vincent, don't forget the staff are the main builders of the company.”Another shook his head, before saying: “If we chase the staff away, who would dare work for us next time?”Vincent's face felt impossibl

Arthur stared at the phone, his face dark. “Leon.”At the single call, Leon squared his back, the air dropping somberly. “We have the location.”A malicious glint appeared in Arthur's eyes. “Then what are we waiting for?” Today he was going to teach Laura a lesson. Arthur smoothly walked towards the door, his gait unhurried, but each step he took made the temperature drop sharply. Leon respectfully held the door, leading the way as they arrived at the parking lot. Mason and the silver falcon were already there waiting. “Young master!” They chorused, the sound heavy, sending fear into hearts. “What's going on?”Another, recognizing Arthur, chimed. “It's Mr Price. Is there something going on?” “I don't know, but it's better not to stay out of the way.”Arthur passed a nod to the silver falcon, hopping into the car.Sitting in the car was Mason, along with two other bodyguards in the driver and passenger’s seat. Mason was a seasoned practitioner, so he recovered much faster than

Mr Yates glared at his son, Lucas who froze midstep. Lucas looked at the two elders in surprise. He didn't expect his father to come to his office.He nodded, “Good afternoon Mr Cole.”Behind his father, Mr Cole simply looked on, barely responding to Lucas's greeting. “Where do you think you are going?” His father, Mr Edward Yates, repeated.“To the club. Henry called me over to hang out with some friends.” Lucas tried brushing off, but how could Mr Yates fall for that?Just before they arrived, they had heard Lucas discussing capturing someone over the phone. The audacity this kid had, doing these kinds of dirty things when he was still alive!At least do it more neatly without leaving any evidence behind.Edward Yates gripped his walking cane tightly. “If you think I am stupid, then go ahead and lie one more time!”Lucas knew his father was really angry this time, so he talked. “Henry and I wanted to teach someone a lesson. It's no big deal.”Edward's face grew dark. “Who?” Luca

“Laura Harris… you are really bold.”Arthur’s voice cut through the warehouse like a blade—sharp, cold, and impossible to ignore. His gaze, frigid and unwavering, pinned Laura in place.Ten minutes earlier, Mason’s men had delivered the full amount—eighty million dollars in cash. The bank manager had been drenched in sweat, hands shaking as he processed a withdrawal he would probably remember for the rest of his life. Only a handful of people in Sky City could take out that kind of money without blinking.But Mason’s right-hand man, Marty, had handled the operation with the efficiency of a seasoned veteran.Now, standing in an open clearing just outside the abandoned factory, three black vehicles lined up with precision. Armed men waited motionlessly as Arthur’s convoy rolled to a stop.“Sir,” Marty greeted with a respectful nod as Arthur and Mason stepped out.Mason returned the nod. “Did you bring it?”“Yes.”Marty lifted his hand, signaling to the two men behind him. They moved for

Henry Benson’s arrival was loud, arrogant, and unmistakably theatrical.Several luxury cars screeched to a halt outside the broken factory. Doors swung open at once, and imposing men in suits stepped out first, forming a rigid formation. Then, finally—Henry Benson emerged.Tall, sharp-featured, dressed in all black with a silver chain glinting against his chest. His slicked-back hair and the ever-present smirk stamped him with the aura of the Benson family’s notorious young master.The moment the two punks spotted him, their eyes lit up with hope.“Young master!” one of them cried, half-choking on pain.“Young master Henry, we’re here! Save us!”Lion, the one whose arm Arthur had snapped, let out a pained snarl.“Now you’re finished!” he screeched at Arthur, clutching his mangled arm. “Just you wait—Young Master Benson will tear you to pieces!”Arthur didn’t even bother looking at him.His expression remained utterly calm. Eyes half-lidded. Breath steady.Unimpressed.Jessica Harris