Hearing Thom’s calm yet cutting words, Frank’s face flushed instantly. Anger surged in his chest like a fire suddenly doused with gasoline. He had come here with a plan—to intimidate Thom, make Thom look small in front of everyone, and prove that even though the Lanster family assets were still seized by Thom, he could still show up at an event as lavish as this.Frank had really hoped Thom would be surprised, maybe stutter, or at least show a hint of discomfort. But Thom? He didn’t even blink. Instead, he casually said he was glad Frank survived—as if that meant Thom didn’t have to bother returning anything. Those words felt like a hard slap to Frank.Frank clenched his fists at his sides.Madam Yosie, who had been smiling sweetly at Frank, immediately intervened. Her eyes narrowed at Thom. “Why are you the one entitled to seized the Lanster family assets, Thom? Did you ask for them? You were never part of that family!”Thom turned to Madam Yosie, his expression still flat. “Mother-i

Frank fell silent instantly. Thom’s words were like a cold blade stabbing straight into his chest. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. It was indeed true that Thom and Rachel were already in an open marriage. The marriage was merely a formality on paper, without any obligation for the husband to provide anything for his wife. Frank’s face turned pale, his confident smile vanished in an instant, replaced by a stiff expression filled with defeat. Rachel stared at Frank for a long moment, her eyes flat yet full of consideration. She took the Hermes bag with a slow movement, her fingers brushing over the expensive leather as if weighing its worth. “Thank you, Frank,” she said softly, her voice almost a whisper. “I accept you again. We’re getting back together.” Frank immediately broke into a wide smile, his eyes shining again. The smile was full of victory. But the happiest of all was Madam Yosie. Her face brightened at once, her lips curving wide until they nearly reached

The woman’s name was Heramia. She was 30 years old. The glass of red wine in her hand swirled slowly, the liquid shifting like thickened blood. The screen replayed Thom Haye’s speech—his figure stood straight at the podium, his voice calm yet commanding the VIP room of the King of War’s birthday party.Heramia Rolland, known as the criminal princess who ruled Brazam County. Brazam County was not a place for the weak. There, bandits roamed like wolves, drug and weapons trafficking flowed like rivers, and the law was nothing more than an expensive joke.She slammed the glass onto the marble table until it shattered. Shards of glass glittered across the floor like blood crystals. “Of course I will take revenge,” she said coldly, her voice trembling with restrained fury. “I didn’t expect the one who destroyed my family to be such a handsome man who looks so weak.” “He’s a former soldier? Loyal to the country? I’m sure he’ll crumble easily if I give him enough money. Then, I’ll kill hi

The encrypted message arrived within seconds. A soft notification sound echoed through Heramia’s luxurious penthouse. The tablet screen in front of her lit up, casting a cold glow onto her expressionless face. She didn’t move immediately. Her fingers tapped lightly against the marble table, rhythmic, as if counting something. Then, slowly, she picked up the tablet.The photos appeared—clear, sharp, undeniable. A woman in the front seat. Elegant. Calm. Beautiful. A small child in the back seat. Vulnerable. Helpless.Heramia’s lips curved slightly. “So… this is the weakness,” she murmured softly.One of her subordinates stood nearby, head slightly bowed. “Yes, Miss. The woman has been identified as Jasmine. And the child, Shenina—Thom Haye’s daughter. Our team has been following them since they left the venue.”Heramia zoomed in on the image of Shenina’s sleeping face. Her gaze was cold, calculating. “Perfect,” she said quietly.The man hesitated for a moment. “Do we move now?”Her

Jasmine sat silently in the back seat of the taxi, her hands gripping her phone tightly. Tears streamed endlessly, soaking her cheeks that had already turned cold from the night air slipping through the crack in the window. Streetlights flickered past outside, casting fast-moving shadows across her face.She truly didn’t know where to go.Her phone screen lit up—Thom’s name displayed there. Her fingers trembled, hovering over the call button… then pulling back again. Her heart was at war.Should she contact Thom? Explain everything? Or… stay silent?Jasmine bit her lip, holding back a sob. The image of Rachel’s anger-filled face flashed vividly in her mind. That firm, cold voice still echoed.“You have to leave now. No need to say goodbye to Thom.”She lowered her head, hugging herself.Maybe Rachel was right that she didn’t deserve to be in that house.Thom… still had a wife. And she was just someone staying there, someone who had slowly begun to step too far without realizing it.