Marcos stepped out of the precinct with a wide, satisfied grin. Now dressed in civilian clothes, he was free—just like that.All thanks to his brother’s connections, he managed to walk out without consequence, despite the chaos he caused at the hospital.And now that he was out, he had no intention of wasting even a second.He approached the sleek black car waiting for him and got inside, shutting the door with quiet finality.“You know what to do,” Marcos ordered.The man in the front passenger seat nodded once, stepped out, and the car began to move.Inside the precinct, the officers who betrayed Marcos—his own men—started dropping dead one by one. A riot broke out, but the only casualties were the very people who pointed guns at him earlier.This is only the beginning. You’re next, Carl Donovan, Marcos thought.—Sophia sat stiffly in the back seat, arms crossed, lips pressed tight. She didn’t even b

Marcos’ eyes widened as he stared at the bullet pinched casually between Carl’s fingers. Carl had caught it effortlessly—like his hand was made of steel.“H-How… how did you do that?!” Marcos stammered.Carl sighed and flicked the bullet away, then faced him fully, shoulders squared.“Let them go, Marcos Smith. I’m here now.”Marcos’ grip on his gun tightened. His rage twisted his features as he pointed the weapon back at Carl.“Carl Donovan! You bastard!” he snarled. “I’m going to kill you!”He pulled the trigger—But Carl was already there, grabbing Marcos’ arm and forcing it upward. The shot hit the ceiling instead.People screamed, ducking and covering their heads.“You can stop this now, Marcos Smith,” Carl warned. “Listen to me.”But Marcos only grew more furious.“You’re really testing my patience!”Marcos punched Carl in the gut with full force—But it felt like hitting a stone wall. Not even a flinch.“What the hell?!”Carl disarmed him in one swift motion, then wrapped an ar

“Are you sure we’re really pushing through with this event, Ms. Carson?” Jessa asked, her voice tight with worry. They were just stepping out of Sophia’s house, headed to the venue where the contract signing would take place. “We shouldn’t let what happened affect us, Jessa. Besides, we didn’t do anything wrong. They were the ones who attacked us,” Sophia replied calmly as they approached the luxury van. Carl stood beside the door, waiting for them. Sophia paused and looked at him. “How are you?” Carl cleared his throat. “I’m fine.” What happened to Marcos barely fazed him. He had seen things like that more times than he cared to count. Some people simply refused to accept defeat—so they chose death over swallowing their pride. “Of course, Ms. Carson,” Carl added politely. Sophia exhaled softly. “Don’t worry. I already shut down the press and the police inquiries. No one is talking about it anymore. And you won’t be charged for what happened to him.” Carl gave her a

Sophia frowned.“Soldiers?”She stepped down from the stage and faced the armed men.“What is the meaning of this?! This is a private event!” she demanded.A tall, imposing man entered the hall, wearing a soldier’s uniform marked with five stars — a clear sign he was a general.He turned to Sophia.“This is a special investigation. We have a warrant of arrest for Carl Donovan. Where is he?”Sophia froze. “What? For what reason?”Jasmine, already anxious, stood from her seat and hurried toward them.“What do you want from him? What did Carl do?” Jasmine asked.The general shot her a cold, cutting stare.“Why do I need to explain anything to you? Bring Carl Donovan out right now — or everyone here gets hurt!”He signaled to his men.The soldiers immediately moved, guiding guests toward the exit one by one. But just as they reached Jasmine’s family, Manuel Smith entered the hall.“Leave them.”Ophelia stiffened.“What?! Why?!” she exclaimed.Manuel smirked. “You’re Carl Donovan’s family,

The ballroom erupted in panicked gasps as two soldiers grabbed Jasmine by the arms and forced her down on her knees. “What are you doing?! Let me go!” Jasmine struggled. Her legs buckled on the polished marble floor, the coldness seeping through her skin like a cruel reminder—she was completely at their mercy now.Ophelia stumbled forward, voice trembling.“Please! Please don’t hurt her! She’s innocent! She didn’t do anything!”James followed beside her, his bravado gone, replaced by sheer terror.“Uncle Marvin! Stop this! There’s no need—please!”But the soldiers shoved them back like bothersome flies.Sophia, meanwhile, fought like a cornered lioness. She wanted to save Jasmine, but she too couldn’t do anything. “Let go of me! Jasmine didn’t commit any crime! You’re abusing your authority!”Her voice cracked from shouting, but the soldiers only tightened their hold, restraining her arms as if she were the one threatening violence.Michael, on the other hand…He quietly shrank bac