“What?!” Bridget shrieked in shock. “Shut up!” Mike squinted at her, with deep meaning in his eyes. If she didn't say anything, maybe Mike could plead for her. After all, Arthur was new, and they, as old employees, knew the staff longer than him. If Arthur wanted to quickly establish a foothold in the company, he still had to rely on them. Understanding, she instantly kept quiet. Arthur watched the silent conversation between them, sneering in his heart. ‘These people still took him as a fool.’Arthur’s gaze slid to Bridget, who was now hunched over in a trembling bow.“You,” he said coldly.Bridget jolted, nearly collapsing. “Y-Yes, sir—”“You’re fired.” His words were sharp, cutting and shattering all fantasies in Bridget's mind. Her breath stopped, and it hit her like a slap. She looked at Mike in panic, bowing at Arthur. “S-Sir, please! I—I didn’t—”“Security,” Arthur said without raising his voice.The two men behind him stepped forward.“Escort her outside. Make sure she

Leon stormed out of the restroom corridor, his face dark as thunder. The two guards who were assigned to watch Arthur scrambled to stand straight—but the moment they met Leon’s eyes, they paled.“You two were supposed to be by his side,” Leon said, voice low and dangerous.“Where is he?”The guards trembled.“S—sir, he said he wanted to eat alone—”Leon’s fist slammed into the nearest wall, cracking the tiles. “You’re bodyguards. Not waiters taking orders!” His voice echoed through the hallway. “You follow him unless he tells you to leave. You don’t let him out of your sight!”“You better pray nothing happens to the young master, or else, not a single family member of your family would be spared!” Leon threatened. The guards bowed deeply, shaking uncontrollably.Leon pulled out his phone immediately and dialed Mason.The call was picked up almost instantly.“Leon? What is it?”Leon didn’t waste time.“Mr Mason… Young Master Arthur is missing.”For a second, there was silence, but the

The young soldier swallowed, trying to steady his breath. “We found a witness, sir.”“Who is it?” Leon asked. Mason kept quiet, but he didn't object, waiting for the soldier's words.The soldier's gaze flickered to Leon. “It was a street vendor from the tenth street. He told us he saw a black van speeding out of the district right after the power flickered. He thought this was strange because the buildings in that street were dilapidated and were empty, so he followed the van only to see them carrying the young master.”Mason’s glare sharpened. “Did he see where they were headed?” “No, but he called the cops right after.”“Check where the roads around that district lead,” Mason instructed, yelling at no one in particular, but the silver falcons were quick on their feet. “Yes sir!”A few minutes later, another soldier came in with a report. “Sir, the road leads westbound, toward the old industrial zone, owned by the Xavier family.”Mason frowned, his clenched fists trembling. “The X

“Sir, we have arrived.” A soldier announced, as their convoy pulled to a stop in an abandoned factory. Choppers hovered around the area, as different military vehicles lined up. Beside them, were men on foot, their guns held terrifyingly straight ahead.If anyone made a mistake showing up here, there was no doubt they would be shot on sight!Mason sat anxiously at the back, his heart tightening with each minute. Although his men were quick, Mason couldn't help but feel unsettled by everything. “Have the area secured. And push forward. The young master must be found!” Mason ordered. “Yes sir!” The men chorused, moving forward.Just as they were about to reach the warehouse, an explosion shook them all!“What's going on?!” Mason asked, panicky looking at the abandoned toy factory, watching a part of it go up in flames.His heart tightened. Young master!“Hurry! Nothing must happen to the young master!” Mason urged impatiently. At once, the expressions on the silver falcons tighte

Mason’s roar shook the warehouse.“Retrieve the young master! And eliminate all threats standing in the way!”“Yes sir!”The Silver Falcons surged forward as a single, lethal wave.Their formation shifted—three spreading wide, four pushing center, two breaking off toward Arthur’s direction with ruthless precision.Elara staggered, her breath sharp as the overwhelming aura suddenly lifted from her chest. She nearly collapsed but caught herself, glaring at Velius with renewed fury.Velius didn’t spare her a glance.Instead, he stared at Mason with a cold, amused detachment—like someone watching a play he could already predict would end. “Mason,” he sighed, brushing dust from his sleeve as the Falcons closed in, “you always arrive late. Some things never change.”“OPEN FIRE!” Mason roared.The warehouse erupted in muzzle flashes.Gunshots thundered, echoing violently through the steel walls.Bullets flew straight toward Velius, a storm meant to shred any normal man, yet his expression d