One of the men stepped forward, his face now more serious. He looked straight at Thom, as if to show that they were still in control. “Our boss is someone whose family you destroyed.” “She wants revenge on you. She is the only blood left of the Rolland family.” The man paused for a moment, then added in a deeper tone, “And she hates you very much. She is hungry… to kill you.” Thom did not react immediately. He simply tilted his head slightly, then smirked. “I see?” he murmured. “Where is she?” Thom asked. Without answering directly, another man walked toward the wall and pressed a button. A large screen lit up, displaying a live video feed. A few seconds later, a woman appeared on the screen. She stood confidently, wearing clothes that accentuated her figure. Her hair was neatly styled, and her lips were painted with bold red lipstick. Her smile was sharp. “Hey, Thom,” she said casually, her voice playful. “I’m Heramia Rolland.” She stepped a little closer to the camera.

Heramia felt that victory was already within her grasp. She stood behind the iron chair where Jasmine was bound unconscious, her fingers still resting on the crushing lever beside her. Her twelve guards stood firmly in front of her, weapons raised, ready to shoot anyone who made a suspicious move.Somewhere inside this mansion, Shenina—Thom’s daughter—was being held captive by her men. In a few minutes, Heramia would give the final order. Two lives. Two destructions. Thom would lose everything, just as she had lost her family.“You know, Thom,” she said, her voice almost singing with the excitement she could no longer hide. “I’ve been dreaming of this moment since yesterday.”She looked at Thom, who stood still at the doorway, his hands at his sides, his face expressionless. There was no fear. No panic. But Heramia knew it was just a mask. Inside, she believed Thom was breaking.Heramia wanted to see that destruction.“My father and my brother may already be dead,” she continued, slo

Cracks spread from the point where Thom’s fist struck, racing outward like a spiderweb forming in an instant. The white marble, nearly ten centimeters thick, fractured. Shattered. Leaving a hole as wide as the man’s fist. Fragments of stone scattered, striking Heramia’s legs. Her eyes widened. Impossible. Marble that hard. That thick. It couldn’t be destroyed with bare hands alone. Even with a steel hammer, it would take several blows to damage it. But Thom did it with a single strike. And on his hand, not even the slightest wound. Heramia lifted her face, and what she saw made her heart stop for a moment. Thom’s face had changed. Not just anger. Not just coldness. It was the face of a killer. The aura radiating from his body was so dense, so heavy, that Heramia felt her chest tighten. As if the air around her had frozen. Thom straightened his body. Tall. Majestic. Terrifying. And when he spoke, his voice had changed. No longer the voice of a man speaking to the wom

An hour later, the atmosphere in Thom’s house was very different.Madam Yosie sat on the sofa with her arms crossed over her chest, her face sour. Beside her, Mr. Edmund paced back and forth restlessly, occasionally wiping the sweat from his forehead that had not dried for the past two hours.And in the middle of the room, Rachel was crying.Not a quiet, restrained cry. Not a dramatic, theatrical sob. This was a real cry—her face crumpled, her nose red, tears soaking her entire cheeks and dripping onto the pajamas she had been wearing since last night."I don’t know, Mother! I just... I was only gone for a moment! I took Shenina to the park because she was fussy, then I sat on a bench for a bit, and then—" her sobs clogged her throat."And then you got busy taking selfies," Madam Yosie cut in coldly. Her eyes narrowed as she stared at her daughter mercilessly. "You admitted it yourself. You were busy taking photos for Instagram, and when you were done, Shenina was gone."Rachel could

Rachel nodded. Inside her chest, the last trace of doubt slowly vanished, replaced by the ambition she had long buried. She reached for Frank’s face, looked into his eyes, then hugged him tightly. "I will do it," she whispered, her voice full of determination. "I will make Thom divorce me. And after that, we will be rich. We will get everything back. Lanster Company, that elite house, the luxury cars—everything that should have been ours."Frank smiled in satisfaction. His hand stroked Rachel’s hair, letting the woman rest against his chest. In his mind, he had already imagined himself sitting once again in the grand office of Lanster Company, controlling the business empire that Thom had once taken from him."He will never know what’s coming," Frank said, his voice filled with false confidence. "He’s too confident. Too arrogant. Men like that are always easy to deceive."Rachel looked up. "Are you sure this will work?""Trust me, Babe." Frank kissed her forehead. "We’ve lost so much