Lance did not look like anything close to those millionaires or billionaires who walked in like they owned the place.But one stern look from Lance made them shift uneasily before stepping aside.The heavy doors swung open.The moment Lance stepped into the marbled expanse of Titan Estates, one of the sales agents, a young woman in a fitted charcoal blazer, approached him quickly.She looked at him from head to toe. He was wearing a simple coat, no luxurious brand, bodyguards or expensive wristwatch.Doubt flickered across her face, but she was still polite. “Good afternoon, sir,” she said with a professional smile. “How can we help you?”“I’m looking to buy a house,” Lance replied evenly. “Something simple…” His gaze roamed the panoramic display wall. "…but it should stand out.”She hesitated. “May I ask about your budget, sir?”Lance’s answer was calm, almost bored. “I don’t have one. Just give me the best.”That alone earned him a longer look.“…Alright,” she said finally, gesturin

His stare was unblinking, cold enough to burn.Vivian’s breath hitched. The weight of his threat coiled around her chest like a vice, squeezing until she almost forgot to breathe. For a second, just a second, she felt something she had never felt in her privileged life: fear.But pride roared back, shoving fear aside.Her voice trembled with rage. “How dare you? Do you even know who I am?!”Her friends stepped up like backup singers in a performance. “Do you know how much that phone cost?!” one shrieked. “You peasant! How dare you destroy a phone like that?!”“You’d have to work five years in your miserable little job to buy a phone like that,” the other sneered.The agent’s gaze darted nervously between them, sensing something far darker under Lance’s calm demeanor.Vivian’s voice pitched high enough to slice the air. “Throw this lunatic out of here immediately!” She spun on the agent, her heels clicking hard against the marble. “Are you just going to stand there and watch?”The agen

The agent’s face had gone pale. Beads of sweat pricked her forehead as she imagined the consequences.If the Graysons really took offense… Titan Estates could be finished. And she could completely lose he completelyr job.“Ma’am,” she whispered urgently to Vivian, “please—maybe we can talk about this—”Vivian ignored her completely, her voice shifting into a trembling, wounded tone the moment the call connected.“Darren…!” She almost sobbed into the phone. “I’m at Titan Homes, trying to buy a property, when that useless ex–son-in-law from the Sinclair family, yes, him, started insulting me! Humiliating me! I just came here to look at houses, and he harassed me in front of everyone!”Her voice cracked perfectly on cue. “He even… he even destroyed my phone, Darren!”The words hung in the air for barely a second before Darren’s voice detonated through the speaker.“WHAT?!”Heads turned. Conversations stopped. The weight of his fury seemed to ripple through the marble floor itself.Vivian

The agent felt her knees weaken. She’d only ever seen a picture of that card and had strict orders that anyone presenting it was to be treated as a priority client above all others.Even the CEO of Titan Estates would personally show up if summoned by the cardholder.The murmurs swelled into a wave of awe and fear.“That card… the last man who used it bought the Crownview Tower.”“I heard it comes directly from the General himself.”“They say if you offend someone with that card, you and your generation will face the wrath of the Prescott army.”How did an ordinary, useless son-in-law lay his hands on that card?The agent’s hands trembled, and her wide eyes darted between the black card and Lance’s calm, unreadable face.Without a word, she excused herself, clutching the card like it was made of pure gold.Her heels clicked sharply across the marble as she disappeared behind a frosted glass door.Whispers surged in the room.“Who is he?”“Why would he have that card?”“Could he be… co

She took a step closer, her heels clicking like hammer strikes against the marble.“You know what I think, Lance?” she purred, her tone venom wrapped in velvet. “I think you stole that card. From the Prescott Army.”The crowd gasped. Even the CEO’s expression shifted into a frown of uncertainty.Vivian’s voice sharpened, each word meant to carve him down to nothing.“And you know what the punishment for that is, right? Capital punishment. They’ll hang you like a dog in front of the entire city. Prescott law doesn’t tolerate those who mess with the army.”Her friends howled, circling him like vultures.“Lance the Lunatic,” one jeered.“Prescott’s Dumbest Thief,” another chimed in.“Maybe they’ll let us livestream the execution,” the third said, laughter breaking her words.The CEO and the agent exchanged confused glances, caught between the weight of the Seal’s authority and the undeniable failure on the machine’s screen.Lance stood there, completely unmoved, as if Vivian’s voice and