Scar stood before the estate gate, looking around casually as people filed in and out. He was short with an average build and looked almost ordinary, save for the jagged scar that ran across his face.The scar had been caused by poison, and its cure was not easily obtainable. Even if he managed to find it, he could not afford it, because the people capable of curing him never charged small fees.Because of the scar, his comrades began calling him Scar. Several years later, he had fully adopted the name, and only a few people still remembered his real one.It was late evening, and everyone was returning from work. He crushed his already burned-out cigarette under his shoe and lit another.One of the security guards walked up to him. “Scar, you seem to be waiting for something?”“Yes, Rowan. Here, have this. Buy something for you and the boys.” He tossed a stack of cash at the guard.The security man looked at him gleefully.“You are the best person in this estate, Scar. You always watc

Evelyn frowned as the bad memory surfaced, completely blocking out the good ones.She sighed and forced herself to get up, unwilling to dwell on it any longer.She headed straight to the bathroom to bathe. After bathing, she came out and carelessly picked some casual outfits from her wardrobe, blue pyjamas and a pink top. She did not wear a bra for comfort. She was alone in her house anyway.“What should I eat now?” she thought inwardly, biting her teeth. She could not afford to order a meal, so she decided to go to a buns shop near the estate. It was not as if she was now a celebrity. No one knew her, so it did not matter.One could only wonder how someone who had been given fifty thousand credits could not afford to order food and had to resort to buns.She went down to the buns shop, grabbed some buns, then turned back toward her estate.Just a few steps away from the buns shop, a man appeared beside her.“Hello, beauty,” the man said with a smile.“Who are you?” she asked warily.

Evelyn was tied to the bed with ruthless force as she pleaded again and again. Noah, however, had other plans. He made sure to wake her before doing anything else, because he wanted her to witness everything with her own eyes.“Hehehe, you aren’t smug anymore? Why? I thought you were threatening earlier, eh? You wanted to show my video to the whole world. Go ahead now. Do it. Threaten me. Send my video everywhere!” He shouted maniacally, his expression twisted, causing Scar to wonder if he was still mentally stable at all.“Please, please, Noah. I’m sorry. I only did it because I had no choice. I needed money urgently, and I thought I might be able to get a little from you,” she sobbed helplessly.“You wanted to get a little from me by blackmailing me, huh? Then you would store the video somewhere else, tell me you deleted it, and later use it to bill me again and again.” He smirked coldly, eyes full of contempt.“I swear I never planned to do that. I planned to delete it after I got

She said, “If you like, don’t do it. Just know that two weeks is like a blink of an eye. When you open your eyes next, your mom will already be gone.”That statement haunted her far more than she had expected. If her mother truly died, she would never be able to forgive herself, especially knowing she could have saved her.In the end, she agreed. She took out the recorded video, and that was how she started blackmailing Noah. To pay him back, she demanded a far more exorbitant amount than she actually needed, planning to reduce it if it became too much for him.Samuel listened to her story and felt deeply saddened by her fate. She was just an innocent girl trying to survive in an unfair world. Giving up her morals in order to save her mother showed how compassionate she was and how willing she was to sacrifice herself. She was the kind of person who could make a truly loyal friend.“You didn’t do anything wrong. You were raped, after all, and you didn’t forge anything. Blackmailing is

“I underestimated you. You are not ordinary.” He sucked in a breath.Samuel looked at him lazily and replied, “I overestimated you. You are very ordinary.”Jefferson ground his teeth in anger. He forced himself to calm down before asking, “Who are you? What cultivation or magus family are you from?” His tone was blunt and direct.He believed the young man before him was most likely from a powerful family. That was the only explanation for such unimaginable strength at such a young age.“Whoever I am is none of your business, Jefferson. I have some questions I want you to answer.”“Nonsense. I will never answer a damn thing if you do not answer mine first,” Jefferson snapped.Samuel paused and looked at him. Jefferson could not understand the meaning behind that gaze.Samuel faked a light cough and smirked wickedly. “Well, I do not plan to ask nicely. I never get answers when I ask nicely. There is no need to waste my time.”“What do you mean?” Jefferson asked with a frown as he subcon