Not long after the guard left, he returned. This time, he was not alone.An elderly man walked beside him. He was dressed in a simple but neat suit. His posture was straight, and his face carried a calm, serious expression.Joseph frowned immediately.“What do you want?” he asked impatiently.Before the elderly man could even speak—“Barrister Johnson?”Mr. Whitmore suddenly stood up from his seat. His eyes widened slightly in surprise. The old lawyer stopped and looked at him calmly. “Mr. Whitmore,” he said politely.Joseph turned quickly to his father. “You know him?” he asked.Mr. Whitmore let out a short breath. “Of course I know him. This man used to be my legal representative.”Joseph’s brows lifted slightly.Mr. Whitmore continued, “He is the greatest lawyer this country has ever seen. He had handled thousands of case but never lost even one.”Joseph looked at the old man again, this time more carefully. “But… he retired a few years ago. He has not handled any case since then

When the cars came to a stop, Mr. Whitmore stepped in front with a confused frown.“What is going on here? Who are you people? Do you know who’s—”Thud!His rant was caught off when the car door of one of the cars he was standing close to open from inside and hit him straight on his mouth causing him to stagger backwards. His men rushed to stand beside him and assumed a defensive stance. Jeff was the first to jump out of the car. His eyes were as red as scarlet. He looked around and when his eyes landed on Mr. Whitmore, his frown deepened.“You…” He growled menacingly. But his attention was drawn to his master, Derek who had just gotten out of the car and saw his grandson laying almost unconscious on the floor. The old man’s face went completely blank. Jeff had been working for him for over two decades now. But he’d never seen his master so frightened and angry at the same time like he was now while staring at the thing he cared about the most in the whole world. Even though the

It had been nine days since the terrifying incident at the Whitmore mansion. Inside one of the tallest buildings in the city, Darren sat quietly beside his grandfather.Unlike before, Darren no longer looked like a poor young man struggling to survive.He was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit that probably cost more than most people’s yearly salaries. His wristwatch alone was worth hundreds of thousands of dollars.His injuries had healed greatly over the past nine days, though faint bruises still remained near his jaw.Derek Hilton sat beside him calmly. The old man was unusually quiet today.Darren noticed it and glanced at him. However before he opened his mouth to speak, the glass door suddenly opened.Jeff walked inside.Everything about him remained professional as usual.“Master Hilton,” he said respectfully. “Everything is ready now.”Derek took a deep breath and slowly stood up.“Alright,” he said.Then he looked at Darren. “Come,” he said gently.Darren nodded and st

The masked man calmly walked deeper into the small apartment, his footsteps slow and steady against the old wooden floor. Joseph stared at him cautiously from the bed while the old butler looked completely terrified.The man stopped beside the bed and looked directly at Joseph. “Joseph Whitmore,” he said calmly. “It is nice to finally meet you.”Joseph’s eyes narrowed immediately. “Who are you?” he asked coldly.The masked man only smiled faintly without answering at once, and that silence made Joseph even more tense.“Did Derek Hilton send you here?” Joseph demanded harshly.The butler became even more nervous after hearing that. Joseph clenched his fists tightly and asked again in a dark voice, “Did he send you to kill me?”The masked man suddenly laughed softly. “Kill you?” he repeated amusingly before slowly shaking his head. “No. I am trying to do the exact opposite.”Joseph frowned deeply at those words, but then the man’s eyes suddenly turned colder.“I want to kill Derek Hilton

Adrian’s face tightened immediately after hearing the waitress. “What do you mean declined?” he asked irritably.The waitress looked nervous standing in front of him.“I am sorry, sir,” she said politely. “The payment did not go through.”Adrian frowned deeply.“That has never happened before.”He stretched out his hand impatiently.“Run it again.”“Yes sir.”The waitress quickly took the card and walked back toward the payment counter. A few moments later, the waitress returned again.“Sir…” she called carefully.Adrian already looked annoyed.“What now?”“I tried it again,” she explained softly. “But it still declined.”Adrian scoffed loudly. “That is impossible.”He quickly stood up from his chair and grabbed the card from her hand.“Move aside,” he said. “Let me see it myself.”The waitress stepped aside nervously.Adrian looked down at the payment machine and inserted the card himself. He typed in the details confidently.PROCESSING…A few seconds later—DECLINED.Adrian blinked