“What are you glaring at?” the receptionist snapped, her sharp voice shrilling with disdain.Arrogantly, her hand lifted into the air again, her fingers stretched wide as she prepared to deliver another slap across Darren’s face.But this time, the slap did not land, as Darren’s hand shot forward and caught her wrist mid–air.The movement was so fast that, for a moment, the receptionist didn’t even realize what had happened. Darren’s grip tightened slightly as he twisted her arm just enough that she had to turn awkwardly sideways to ease the pressure.“Let go of me!” she shrieked.With a bored but intent expression on his face, Darren raised his leg and planted a firm kick right on her ass.“Ahh!”The receptionist stumbled forward helplessly, her heels clacking loudly on the polished marble floor before she crashed awkwardly onto her hands and knees.A stunned silence filled the lobby.Her eyes widened in disbelief as she slowly turned her head to look back at Darren.All three emotio

At exactly 7:00 a.m., an alarm shrilled in one of the grand rooms in the Hilton mansion. Darren woke up and lazily sat up.He groaned softly and rubbed his eyes.This was a weird time for him to wake up ever since he moved into the Hilton mansion. Usually, he enjoyed the warmth and comfort of his king-sized bed till 8:00 a.m.But today, he decided to inconvenience himself and wake up an hour earlier. This was because he had missed school for two days straight. And with the exams fast approaching, he had a lot of catching up to do. So he had decided to go to school earlier than usual.It was not as if Darren was unfamiliar with waking up early. In fact, when he was still that poor delivery boy on campus, he usually woke up around 5:00 a.m. and ran some morning deliveries before classes started by 9:00 a.m.But things have really changed.He swung his legs off the bed and stood up.“Well,” he sighed, heading to the bathroom, “back to being a poor college student again.”After a quick sh

Compared to Vivian, the woman who had just stepped into the old mansion looked like someone who belonged to a completely different world.She was in her early thirties, but everything about her screamed wealth and luxury. Her long hair was perfectly styled, cascading over the shoulders of an expensive cream-colored coat.Her face was covered in heavy makeup that highlighted her sharp cheekbones and cold eyes. Gold bracelets clinked softly on her wrist as she stepped forward in her high heels.Even the faint perfume that followed her smelled expensive.The moment Vivian saw her clearly, her eyes widened.“L–Linda…?”The woman standing at the door was Linda, Simon’s elder sister.Vivian immediately rushed toward her like she’d just seen her savior.“Linda!” she cried desperately.Her frail body stumbled forward until she reached her. “Please help me!” Vivian begged, grabbing Linda’s arm with trembling fingers. Tears streamed down her face. “Travis was just about to… to…”Her voice crack

All the eyes in the living room turned towards Darren, who was walking calmly into the old mansion.Different expressions painted on their faces, from confusion to wonder. Only Amelia had a distinct expression on her face.The little girl froze the moment she saw him clearly. Her face drained of color as recognition dawned on her.She gulped hard.Panic flashed across her small face, and without hesitation she rushed behind Vivian, clutching tightly to the back of her mother’s torn clothes as if hiding behind her could make her invisible.Vivian looked at her daughter, confused.But Darren’s gaze remained expressionless. He said nothing. He simply stared at Amelia.The silence made the atmosphere even heavier.Travis was the first to break it.“Who the fuck are you?” he barked angrily, glaring at the stranger standing at the entrance. “And how dare you walk into my house without permission?”Darren finally shifted his eyes from Amelia and looked at the loan shark.His voice was calm.

With that said, Travis gently leaned back into the couch, crossed his legs, and lit a cigarette calmly, as if he was about to enjoy a show.With a slight nod, the brown-bearded ruffian immediately understood what his boss wanted. Turning back to face his men, he snapped his fingers, and the dozen men swiftly surrounded Darren, their eyes burning with menacing intent.Vivian quickly crawled towards Travis, begging him to spare Darren, but she ended up receiving a hard slap across her delicate face.“Go strip and wait for me in my bed. Once I am done with that bastard, I will need someone to take care of me,” Travis said coldly.Vivian shook her head frantically and rushed to move away from him as far as possible.But what was the use? Once Travis was done dealing with Darren, he was going to have his way with her whether she liked it or not.“No need to rush, boys. I want that bastard to experience a slow and painful death,” Travis emphasized cruelly.But before the men could engage Da