The underground parking lot of Harris Group had never been this lively.Two cars sat silently in the center of the lot, parked side by side like kings claiming their territory. Even without moving an inch, they dominated the entire space, their presence oppressive, dazzling, and impossible to ignore.One was a Bugatti La Voiture Noire, its obsidian body swallowing the surrounding light, lines sharp and ruthless, worth well over one hundred million dollars.Beside it rested a Rolls-Royce Boat Tail, pearl-toned and regal, handcrafted luxury radiating quiet arrogance, its value just as terrifying.They didn’t need engines roaring or lights flashing.Their existence alone was enough to draw in a huge crowd.Employees on lunch break, passersby from nearby offices, even diners from the upscale restaurant around the corner—all drawn in by instinct. Some slowed as they walked past, others stopped outright. Phones were already out, cameras flashing.“Are those real…?”“No way… that’s not a mod

Arthur ignored the stunned faces around him.He opened the car door, bent slightly, and slid into the driver’s seat with unhurried composure. The door shut with a solid, expensive thud, sealing him off from the noise, the envy, and the disbelief outside.The engine purred again.Just as Arthur was about to pull away, his gaze flicked to the side mirror.Brad and Diva were edging backward, clearly planning to disappear while they still could.Arthur’s voice cut through the air, calm but sharp.“Where do you two think you’re going?” he asked. “We made a deal.”Brad’s body stiffened.Fear flashed across his eyes—and in the next second, he shoved Diva forward without the slightest hesitation.“It’s all her!” Brad blurted out. “She was the one running her mouth, not me!”Diva wasn’t prepared.She stumbled, lost her balance, and fell hard onto the pavement. A sharp gasp escaped her lips. In the next instant, tears welled up as she clutched her ankle, putting on a pitiful act.“P–please, sir

Chad was thrown out of the mall like trash.The glass doors slid shut behind him, sealing off the luxury and warmth inside. People passing by cast him contemptuous glances, already assuming he was one of those lowlifes who tried to sneak into Green Mall to cause trouble.No one spared him a second look.Chad dusted off his clothes stiffly, his jaw clenched so hard it ached. His face burned with humiliation.He had never—never—been thrown out of a place before.But this was Green Mall.A commercial paradise built in B Estate, a district reserved for true billionaires, old-money families, and heiresses who treated wealth as casually as breathing. Here, money without background meant nothing. Power without status was useless.You couldn’t swing your weight here.And that was exactly why Chad had been humiliated so thoroughly.His fingers curled slowly into fists.He couldn’t swallow this.The humiliation cut too deep, searing straight into hi

Unaware of the danger quietly brewing elsewhere, Arthur and Beatrice wandered through Green Mall, casually browsing as if the earlier chaos had never happened. The livestream was still on. And it was boiling. The scene of Arthur gripping Chad and having him escorted out replayed endlessly in the viewers’ minds. Comments surged across the screen faster than Beatrice could read. —WHO IS THIS MAN??? —THE WAY HE HELD HIM??? I’M STILL SHAKING —BEA DO NOT LET HIM GO —THIS IS A REAL RICH MAN, NO ACTING Beatrice tried to ignore them, but one comment slipped through her defenses. —Sis, if you fumble this man, we riot. Her steps slowed. Heat crept up her cheeks as she instinctively lowered her head, fingers tightening around her phone. Pretending to focus on the screen, she stole a glance from the corner of her eyes. Arthur was walking beside her with effortless c

The boutique fell into an unnatural silence. Arthur stood calmly in front of the counter, his posture relaxed, as if the tension thickening the air had nothing to do with him. “I’ll apply for the membership,” he said evenly. The words landed softly—but their impact was heavy. The two cashiers froze. For a brief second, they exchanged glances, both wondering if they had misheard. “Sir…” the first cashier said carefully, forcing a professional smile. “You mean… the VVIP membership?” Arthur nodded. “Yes.” Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for the registration tablet. “O-of course, sir. Please allow me.” The second cashier straightened instantly, her earlier indifference vanishing without a trace. “We’ll process it immediately.”