Arthur watched calmly as Jessica approached him. He had a faint guess he would see her today knowing how critical the situation the Harrises were, and Racheal wasn't going to let a chance like this slip past her. “Arthur.” Standing in front of him, Jessica stared at Arthur with a complicated look. It's been three days since they last saw each other, but Jessica could feel that Arthur had changed. The feeling she felt that day was completely different from this one. “Arthur…” She called again, as she felt short of words by the intense aura radiating off him. Unaware of the vibe he gave off, Arthur nodded in response to her. He cast a casual glance behind Jessica. Arthur wondered where the Harris family was. Ever since Arthur had been married to Racheal, Arthur knew how deep the hatred the Harris family had for Jessica. It was so deep, they hardly gave her any breathing space. Seeing Jessica alone surprised him a little, but that faded when he spotted a furious Lind

A round of applause burst through the hall.Mason Price stood at the center of it all, accepting the admiration with effortless calm—an aura so composed it felt crafted. The lights above cast a soft sheen over his tailored suit, making him look every bit the legend people whispered about.Once his name was mentioned, it clicked. Mason Price was a well-known figure in the underworld. A king who ruled the dark society with an iron hand so tight, it left no gaps, but ten years ago he had mysteriously vanished.Now that he was back, many people had the same thought… Why? At the back of the hall, half-shielded by shadows, Arthur watched the scene unfold with Jessica quietly at his side. The contrast between him and Mason was striking—Mason, the magnetic center of the room, and Arthur, the silent observer nobody noticed yet.Their eyes met briefly.A single glance—sharp, knowing—before both looked away as if nothing had happened.Jessica, however, frowned. Just now she felt something.

“Come on, buddy, what do you say?” Kristen jutted his chin forward, waiting for Arthur’s response, but Arthur didn’t give him one.He cast a lazy glance at Kristen, like a master waiting for his servant to admit their wrong.Kristen’s impatience surged. Bridget already looked like she was about to leave, and he couldn’t let that happen. He had pulled every string he could to book a reservation at this café—a popular hotspot among their university students. It had taken weeks to secure a slot, and if Bridget hadn’t spent forever getting ready, they wouldn’t be forty minutes late. Their 3 PM reservation had long been given away.Arthur stared at the arm Kristen grabbed, raising a brow, his voice calm and cool. “Let go.”Kristen, feeling Arthur's intimidating aura, instantly left Arthur's arm, but still pressed on. “Come on, man. Is a thousand grand too small for you? Fine. I’ll make it fifteen hundred. That’s the best I can offer.”Arthur slid his hands into his pockets, lips faintly cu

Arthur remembered Tony well enough, and they had never been close. Their interactions rarely went beyond a greeting or a brief nod. Tony was the type who drifted toward whichever crowd benefited him the most, and that was precisely why Arthur kept his distance.Seeing him again after ten years, Arthur realized nothing had changed. If anything, Tony’s sycophantic behavior had only sharpened.Behind him stood a large group—ten women and twelve men, Brad and Tony included—crowding together for the class reunion. They stopped in front of Arthur’s table, their figures casting a wall of shadows over him, Jessica, and Brad.Instantly, greetings erupted.“Arthur! Long time no see!”“Wow—Arthur looks handsome now!”Arthur simply returned their compliments with polite nods, nothing more.He couldn't care less about these drifting people or what they thought of him.Beside him, Jessica fell silent, her posture straight. She watched as they dragged chairs over without hesitation, squeezing themse

Arthur's words had the group falling silent.Faces stiffened with discomfort—Richard’s smirk faltered, Sophia’s confidence dimmed, and Tony’s bravado cracked. A few shifted uneasily, as if the air itself had turned heavier, as a sudden pressure fell on them.“Arthur doesn’t owe any of you an explanation. If you can’t be decent, then go sit somewhere else!” Jessica’s voice cut through the tension like a blade, sharp enough to make several of them flinch.Jessica had reached her limit.Richard chuckled, but the edge in his voice betrayed him. “Relax. We’re just curious. No need to get emotional.”But he, too, could feel the shift in Arthur. Something in his demeanor made him narrow his eyes, taking a deeper look at Arthur, but it was like looking at the dark.He couldn't read Arthur, and Arthur's expressionless face wasn't helping either.He was deep in thought when Brad's voice snapped him out. Brad's voice was low, sharp, and cutting. “Richard, I’m warning you. Don’t push it.”Richard