Darius shouted sharply, “Shut up!” cutting off Ronan before he could finish. Ronan froze instantly, his voice silenced by his father’s fierce tone. Clenching his teeth, Darius gripped the dagger with trembling hands and plunged it into his thigh. Pain shot through his body like wildfire, and blood gushed freely from the wound. But he didn’t stop there. With gritted teeth, he yanked the dagger out and drove it in a second time. The third stab came just as violently, and Darius’s face turned ghostly pale. His body shook uncontrollably, sweat pouring from his forehead, but he endured it. Ronan, standing beside him, could do nothing but tremble in fear at the sight of his father’s suffering. Finally, Darius lifted his head, bloodied but resolute, and stared at Sebastian Hawthorne. “Boss, I’ve followed the gang’s rules. Are you satisfied?” Sebastian’s sharp gaze swept over him, a hint of admiration flickering in his eyes. Indeed, Darius had proven himself worthy—ordinary people

Christopher gently squeezed Anna’s hand, his voice calm but firm. “Don’t worry… I’ll handle it.” Just as he was about to step forward, Howard moved even faster and stood in front of him. “Don’t be reckless!” Howard said sharply before stepping forward with authority. His gaze locked onto Bruno Kessler, his tone turning cold and commanding. “I’m Howard Lancaster, Chairman of C&A Group. I’m ordering you to leave immediately!” Bruno narrowed his eyes, then suddenly sneered. “C&A Group?” he mocked. “Hah! Don’t try to scare me with that nonsense.” He looked Howard up and down with clear disdain. “You? Chairman? You don’t look like one.” Then his expression turned even more arrogant. “And even if you are… so what?” He gestured around lazily. “This is Lancaster Town, not Lisle City. Do you really think your C&A Group has any influence here?” Howard’s face flushed with anger. Even after revealing his identity, Bruno showed zero respect. It was obvious—these people

Grayridge Town. The town was about eight miles away from Lancaster Town. Unlike the peaceful and united Lancaster… Grayridge was different. It was loud, greedy, and controlled by power. At the center of it all stood the Vincent Real Estate Company—a name everyone in town knew. And feared. Especially the man behind it— Ellis Vincent. He ruled Grayridge like a king. No… Like a tyrant. Any land he set his eyes on— He took it. No matter what it cost. No matter who he had to crush. In just a few short years, Ellis used ruthless and strong-arm tactics to rise to the top, becoming the wealthiest man in Grayridge Town. With over a hundred thugs under his command, no one dared to go against him. Because those who did… Always met a terrible end. Inside the chairman’s office of Vincent Real Estate Company— Low, embarrassing sounds echoed faintly through the door. Employees passing by immediately lowered their heads and quickened their steps, pretending

Ellis offered no resistance. He didn’t even flinch as Scot Vincent rained down blow after blow. Every punch, every kick, every curse hit him like a hammer. The room smelled of sweat and blood, his own blood, and the suffocating fear that had finally settled in his chest. He had always thought he was untouchable. He had laughed at warnings, mocked threats, and crushed anyone who dared oppose him. But now… now, even his wealth and his hundreds of men outside could not save him. Scot’s arrival had shattered the last fragile thread of hope he had been clinging to. Lying on the ground, bruised, battered, and humiliated, Ellis realized with sickening clarity that he had no escape. His legs ached, his ribs felt like they were on fire, and the stinging cuts on his face blurred his vision. More terrifying than the pain was the certainty of his helplessness. “Enough!” Christopher’s voice cut through the chaos like a sharp blade. It was calm, cold, and absolute. The kind of voice that made ev

The entire Lisle City was thrown into chaos by Scot Vincent’s announcement. No one could understand it. Not the business elites. Not the media. Not even his closest associates. “Has Scot gone mad?” “That’s billions of dollars we’re talking about!” “Why would he give everything away like that?” Rumors spread like wildfire, each one more ridiculous than the last. Some claimed he was being blackmailed. Some said he had offended a terrifying hidden force. Others whispered that he was preparing to escape the country. But no matter how much they speculated— No one knew the truth. And Scot Vincent… Didn’t care to explain. To him, those people were nothing. They weren’t worthy of knowing. They weren’t worthy of even hearing the name— King Howe. The honor he had received… Was something they could never understand. After making the announcement, Scot disappeared completely from public view. No interviews. No appearances. No trace. It was as if