The Nobody Son-in-lawLeon Gray sat at the end of the long dining table, his chair a little lower, his plate untouched. The Collins family dinner was always the same—a battleground disguised as fine dining.Crystal chandeliers lit the golden hall. Silverware clinked. Laughter echoed. Yet all of it pressed down on Leon like chains.“Leon, pass the wine,” Brandon Collins, Emily’s younger brother, ordered without looking at him. He didn’t ask. He commanded, like Leon was the butler.Leon picked up the bottle carefully, poured it into Brandon’s glass. The moment he did, Brandon sneered. “Careful. Don’t spill it. Expensive stuff. More than your entire year’s allowance, right?”Snickers rolled down the table. Leon lowered his eyes, jaw tightening.Miranda Collins, Emily’s mother, leaned back with a sigh. “Why my daughter still keeps you around, I’ll never know. A useless man who can’t even provide pocket change, and we have to look at your face every day.”Even though the words were as

The First Move Dinner with DaggersThe Collins mansion gleamed under the soft glow of chandeliers, but to Leon it was a battlefield. Every evening at that table meant blood—not spilled on the floor, but carved into his pride.Tonight was no different.“Leon,” Miranda’s voice rang sharp as a blade, “you didn’t speak a word during the meeting. Do you think you’re mute, or are you really that stupid?”Brandon leaned back, swirling his wine. “Don’t be so harsh, Mother. Our dear brother-in-law has an important role—he’s the mascot of failure. Without him, how would we know how successful we were?”Laughter rolled down the table.Emily sat stiffly, her fork moving mechanically through her food. She hadn’t supported him since the car park dispute.Leon lowered his gaze. He could almost feel the System waiting, humming in the background, rewarding his silence.But tonight… he had something more.His phone buzzed faintly. He slid it from his pocket under the table. The words pulsed in gold

Betrayal and RevelationThe annual charity gala hosted by the Collins Group was a power parade. Under chandeliers, the glittering ballroom echoed with the laughter of politicians, tycoons, and celebrities..Leon stood near the back, dressed in a simple black suit. To the guests, he was invisible—just the Collins family’s unwanted son-in-law.Emily walked ahead of him, radiant in a sapphire gown. She held her chin high, but her eyes darted nervously whenever they brushed against Leon.Miranda hovered at Emily’s side like a hawk. Brandon moved through the crowd with a champagne glass, his smile sharp as a knife.“Ladies and gentlemen!” Harold’s voice rang out as he stepped onto the stage. “Tonight, the Collins Group pledges its continued strength and commitment to the city. My daughter Emily will now introduce our new development partnership.”Applause. Emily stepped forward, a faint tremor in her hands as she held the microphone.“Thank you, Father,” she said smoothly. “Tonight, I a

The Welcome PartyThe Collins mansion glowed that evening, its chandeliers blazing like suns. Cars lined the driveway, polished to mirrors, each one announcing the arrival of the city’s elites.Inside, servants moved like shadows, refilling crystal glasses and adjusting velvet drapes. The Collins family spared no expense—this party was their attempt to prove they still belonged at the center of power.Leon arrived last. He wore the same black suit from the rooftop dinner, the one tailored to silence rather than boast. It wasn’t flashy, but the way it clung to his shoulders and moved with him gave off an air few noticed consciously yet couldn’t ignore.The first voice that sliced through the crowd was Brandon’s.“Ah, the dishwasher made it!” Laughter rippled across the room. Guests turned, amused. Brandon strolled forward, his glass of champagne tilting dangerously close to spilling. His smug grin widened as he looked Leon up and down.Emily followed at his side, glittering in silve

The Boardroom ShowdownThe Collins Group boardroom gleamed like a battlefield dressed in glass and mahogany. The long oval table shone under the overhead lights, polished until it reflected the faces of the men and women who sat around it. Shareholders in tailored suits lined the seats, their watches glittering with diamonds and gold, their expressions expectant. This wasn’t just a meeting—it was a trial.At the head of the room stood Brandon Collins, puffed up like a general before his army. His navy-blue suit was cut to perfection, his silk tie blindingly bold, his every gesture a performance. He slapped a thick folder of documents onto the table, letting the sound echo like a gavel.“Ladies and gentlemen,” he declared, his voice booming with the false ease of a man who rehearsed in the mirror. “Today, we make history.Today, we decide the future of Collins Group.We stand on the edge of unprecedented growth, and under my leadership, we will leap into a new era of dominance.”