Romi had returned to his headquarters, an old building steeped in the scent of damp wood and cigarette smoke that had long seeped into the walls. He sat in his grand chair, forcing himself to appear calm even as his fingers trembled faintly against the armrest. Thom stood before him—upright, silent, his unblinking gaze fixed on Romi as if he were assessing trapped prey.“What did you want to talk about?” Romi finally asked, keeping his voice as steady as he could.Thom did not answer right away. His stare pierced through the room, making the air feel heavier with each passing second. “You look restless,” he said quietly. “Are you feeling nervous now, Uncle Romi?”Romi let out a short laugh, dry and clearly forced. “No. What do you mean?” He stood, turning away as he walked toward a small table in the corner of the room. His hand reached for a bottle of water, pouring it into a glass. He drank it in one long swallow, as if the liquid might ease the tightness in his chest. “Would you li

Thom looked at Madam Lena once more. His gaze was no longer merely cold—it was firm and absolute, like a verdict that could not be challenged.“Stepmother,” he said slowly, his voice calm yet crushing, “I’ve already told you. Leave. Now.”Madam Lena trembled violently. Her legs no longer felt like her own. She turned toward Romi, who stood frozen in terror before Thom. Romi’s eyes were wide, filled with panic he could no longer conceal.“No, Lena… don’t,” Romi struggled and cried out, his voice breaking. “Help me. Don’t leave me alone with him. You know I can’t die here. You can’t let this happen!”Romi’s sobs were pitiful, but they no longer moved anyone’s heart.Madam Lena broke down, her chest tight, her mind spiraling with guilt, fear, and exhaustion after years of living in lies. She looked at Thom again, searching for a crack, for mercy.But all she found was resolve.At last, with trembling steps and ragged breaths, Madam Lena obeyed Thom’s command. She turned and walked out of

Thom looked at Benny with an expression that was hard to read. His face was calm—too calm for someone who had just been riddled with bullets. His lips moved slowly, his voice low yet firm, as though every word had been chosen with care. “If you are trying to kill me, it will never succeed,” Thom said. “Because I have long been acquainted with death. I can even restrain it myself, holding it back from ending my life.” The words made Benny’s breath hitch. His body trembled beyond his control, cold sweat trickling down his temples. “Y-you’re going to kill me…?” Benny asked in a shaking voice, almost a whisper. His feet retreated step by step until his back struck the iron table behind him. He was certain this was the moment Thom would repay everything—the betrayal, the bullets, the hatred aimed at him. But instead, Thom stepped closer, slowly, without haste. Each step made Benny’s heart pound harder, as if it were about to leap out of his chest. The distance between them closed.

Rachel fell silent at once. She did not respond to anyone anymore, then returned to her seat with graceful composure as if nothing had happened, continuing her dinner with slow, elegant movements.However, a few seconds later, she lifted her face and said to Thom, “Let me be the one to keep this watch. I understand you, Thom. You really do not like wearing expensive items like that.”She looked at Thom as if she truly believed she had perfectly read his personality.Thom glanced at her briefly, then shrugged casually. “I know you,” he said lightly. “You do like things like that. Go ahead and take it. Consider it a gift for you.”Those words slightly surprised Rachel, but the irritation that had surfaced was instantly replaced by joy she could barely hide. Her heart beat faster as her fingers touched the black box again. The Rolex was not just a gift, but a symbol of something she had only ever dreamed of. Even in the past, when she subtly or openly asked Frank for it, he always avoide

They looked at each other in an odd silence, a bitter realization hanging in the air of the cemetery.There was an undeniable fact they had known for a long time. In the CCTV footage, the person who raised the gun and pulled the trigger was not Thom.The bullet that took Romi’s life came from Benny, his own flesh and blood.“Right? I was not the one who shot him,” Thom said as he put his glasses back on.Several men in black suits exchanged glances, their jaws tightening. Not a single one of them dared to deny it. They were not fools. They had seen the evidence with their own eyes. Yet knowing the truth did not always mean being able to accept it, especially for someone like Harmos.Master Noir stood slightly apart, his black robe fluttering gently in the wind. His face remained calm, almost unreadable, but his eyes held deep understanding. He had known from the beginning that Romi’s death was not Thom’s doing. He also knew that Romi’s own vengeance had dragged his family toward destr