The moment Arthur’s words left his lips, Richard’s face twisted in fury.If he could endure Arthur’s arrogance before because he was powerless, now he no longer had to—not with Kane by his side.“You want a show?” Richard smiled darkly, his eyes narrowing on Arthur. “Fine. I’ll give you one you’ll never forget.”“Kane, you know what to do.”“Yes! Teach him a lesson!”“After Arthur, get Brad and that manager too!”“Mr. Kane, avenge us!”Freed from the guards who had backed away in fear, the group erupted into cheers, their eyes gleaming with twisted satisfaction at the thought of Arthur and Brad being beaten.Kane’s expression didn’t change—his face was a mask, shadowed and unreadable. No matter how hard you looked, you couldn’t guess what he was thinking. That was what made him terrifying.He took one step forward, only to pause as Arthur's gaze locked on him.For the first time in years, Kane felt as though he was being watched by a ferocious lion ready to tear into him. The aura was

“Since you can threaten to break my legs, why can’t I do the same?” Arthur asked, narrowing his gaze—specifically at Kane.Everyone reacted differently. Confusion, annoyance, and disbelief colored their faces.The entire group darkened with displeasure. If they had known Arthur was like this, they would never have approached him in the first place.“Who do you think you are to compare yourself to Richard? Look in a mirror before you talk big!” someone snapped, drawing murmurs, but Arthur didn’t spare them a glance.He dismissed them entirely, keeping his eyes on Kane.His attitude only infuriated the crowd further.‘How can Arthur be so arrogant?’That question echoed in everyone’s mind—including Jessica’s.Her brows pulled together. “Arthur… what are you trying to do?”For the first time, she felt he was being too much. Letting Richard and the others leave would be the smart choice—and with Kane being a martial artist, she feared Arthur was pushing too far.But despite seeing her fro

Jessica felt as if she were trapped in a nightmarish play—one where the script had shifted without her consent. Just moments ago, she believed they were on the verge of defeat. Now, the situation had spiraled so wildly that her breath came in shallow gasps. Arthur, however, stood there with an unsettling calmness that sent shivers down her spine. She couldn’t fathom what words had passed between him and Kane to provoke such a drastic change. The tension hung thick in the air, a warning whisper urging her to stay silent. She could see the intensity in Arthur’s gaze, and it was both mesmerizing and terrifying. Whatever was unfolding, she knew it was pivotal, and she had to remain on the sidelines for now.…Kane stood behind Richard, chest tight while his mind was clashing between loyalty and survival.The young man seated before him wasn’t normal—not in aura, not in presence, not in the cold confidence he radiated without speaking.Every second Arthur’s gaze brushed him, Kane’s inst

"You can both take a cab from here, right?" Arthur asked, looking directly at Jessica.He wasn't all that bothered about Brad's well-being since he was a man.Yes. Arthur was prejudiced.Brad rolled his eyes. After years of friendship, he had long accepted Arthur’s weakness: helpless women made him soft."I am here too, you know," Brad grumbled. Arthur didn't even blink in his direction. His gaze never left Jessica.The intensity of it made her cheeks heat, her heart filling with unnamed emotions.She lowered her head, her voice growing small. "Don't worry, I can find my way home."Arthur's gaze on her lingered.He couldn't help but find himself growing worried about her, but he dismissed it, deciding to trust her.Still, he turned to Brad. "Since you are heading her way, see her off. I would have done it, but I have something else to do."Brad's mouth hung open in protest, but Arthur was quick to shut it, shoving a dollar bill in his hands."A hundred bucks.""Deal."Brad swiftly ag

Arthur’s breath stilled.The name—Elara—hit him harder than Richard ever could.His father’s eyes, though dimmed by sickness, watched him with a probing heaviness. The nurses behind the man lowered their gazes, as if the mere mention of Arthur’s sister carried a gravity they weren’t meant to witness.Arthur’s fingers tightened on the arm of the chair.“…I’m still searching,” he answered quietly.The words were controlled, but the tension beneath them was unmistakable. The air in the room shifted—dense, charged—until even Miss Uvec felt her throat dry.Mr. Price’s coughing returned—violent, rattling. One nurse hurried to support him, the other adjusting his oxygen. Arthur leaned forward instinctively, the faintest crack appearing in his cold facade.“Father—”“I’m… fine,” Mr. Price rasped, pushing away their hands and straightening. “Arthur… the people responsible for your mother, for everything… they won’t stop at anything. You know this.”A shadow passed over Arthur’s gaze. His silen