The men under Henry Benson moved at once, surging toward Arthur with weapons raised.“Young master,” Leon called urgently, his eyes flicking to the heavily armed figures closing in.Arthur didn’t even glance back. “Don’t worry,” he said calmly. “Protect Jessica and Mama Tilda.”Leon nodded and stepped forward, positioning himself firmly in front of Jessica Harris and Mama Tilda, his broad frame shielding them from harm.Jessica and Mama Tilda watched anxiously. Their hearts pounded, but neither dared to speak. All they could do was pray silently, clinging to hope.Laura Harris, however, felt fear twisting in her chest—yet beneath it surged a twisted thrill.It’s better if he just dies, she spat venomously in her mind.Her vicious gaze locked onto Arthur, filled with hatred.Arthur moved.His steps were measured, precise, unhurried. The charging men barely registered as a threat. To him, the world slowed, every sound stretching, every movement becoming painfully clear.Ever since awake

A sharp voice cut through the tension like a blade.“Arthur Price! If you dare touch a single hair on my mother’s head, I’ll make you pay!”The warehouse doors swung open.Racheal Harris strode in, heels clicking against the cracked concrete. Her presence was commanding, her expression cold and furious, her visibly pregnant belly rising and falling with each sharp breath she took. Behind her, the shadows at the back of the warehouse seemed to deepen—unnaturally still.Laura Harris’s eyes lit up instantly.“Racheal!” she cried, scrambling to her feet and rushing forward. “Thank goodness you’re here! Help me—this bastard wants to hit me!”She waved frantically, her earlier fear replaced with renewed arrogance.Racheal’s gaze snapped to Arthur, fury burning in her eyes. She had rushed here the moment she received her mother’s call, heart pounding the entire way. Seeing Arthur standing there—calm, unhurt, terrifyingly composed—only fueled her anger.“Arthur,” she said coldly, “you really

"Young master!"Arthur's body plunged straight down from the air, creating a huge cloud of dust as it hit the floor.Bang!The sound of his body hitting the floor sounded like a bag of rice weighing a thousand kilograms shaking the ground on impact.Coughs filled the air as the smoke cleared.Velius hovered above midair, his cold eyes gleaming with killing intent.Bright red blood streamed down his right hand, dripping like rain. The evidence of his brutality and the life he had just claimed."Mason," Velius' voice rang as he began. "Send my condolences to the Price family, and you can also tell him to stop looking for Elara if he doesn't want to bury her, too. It's only a matter of time before the entire Price family is erased. So he should surrender while he still can or watch everything he built go up in flames.""You bastard!" Mason roared, his eyes red with angry tears."No matter how hard you curse, you can't do anything to my master or me." Velius boldly declared, however, at t

John, the young officer in charge puffed out his chest, reaching for his gun. “Stay where you are, or I will shoot you!”“Officer, I think you have the wrong people,” Leon answered grimly, but John would be a fool to pass on an opportunity like this. This was his first mission, and John was eager to impress his higher-ups before anyone else came to steal the credit. It was only a matter of time before the press got here since the explosion was so loud. “You have the right to remain silent. You are all under arrest for terrorist attacks.” His announcement instantly stunned Mason and Leon. Terrorist attack?Even Arthur was surprised.With the silver falcon present, they was figured that should have given the cop enough reason to let them be.Mason stepped forward. “Officer, as you can see, this is a family dispute. I hope you won't take it seriously and let us go.”“A family dispute?” John repeated, scoffing. “Can a family dispute cause a whole factory to explode?”“Officer. This…

John cried loudly, but Arthur wasn't ready to spare him as much as a glance. Did John really think he could move him with fake tears and a few words?He can only dream!“Mr Price, please.” John grovelled, dragging his knees on the ground. A far cry from his earlier boasting self.“Don't disturb the young master.” Mason cut in, stopping John before he could touch Arthur. “I believe once Mr Walter arrives, he will deal with you.” Hearing Mr Walter’s name, John felt miserable. Didn't that mean it was the end of him?Indeed it was, because a second later, a car hastily pulled over.“Mr Mason,” A sweat drenched Walter hurried out of the car, his back bent over with a flattering smile on his face. “Sorry, I kept you waiting.” He fawned.Mason snorted coldly. “I believe you came here to handle someone and not for pleasantries. My young master is not a very patient person.” Being told off coldly, Walter didn't take offense instead he nodded repeatedly, his smile not falling. In his mind