Darren took a moment to organize his thoughts before answering."To be honest, sir, I have so many questions about the ring. But there's one thing that's been troubling me the most. I want to know where it came from and how it ended up in my family."Williams remained silent for a moment before letting out a soft sigh."I'm afraid I don't know its true origin either. However, I know that the ring has existed for more than three centuries, and throughout that time, it has remained in the hands of the Hilton family."Darren leaned forward with interest."More than three centuries?""Yes," Williams replied. "The ring has been passed down from one generation to another for as long as anyone in your family can remember. But there is a story I heard many years ago. I cannot guarantee that every part of it is true, but it may help you understand how the ring came into your family's possession.""Please, sir. I'd like to hear it."Williams nodded and began to explain."Many centuries ago, thi

Joshua's clothes were covered in blood, a clear indication of what had happened to Don Huncho's men.Darren's heart sank as he looked at him. He could only imagine the number of people Joshua had injured or killed during the short time he had been away from the car.Fortunately, Williams Spencer was blind and couldn't see what was happening around him. Otherwise, the sight of Joshua in his current state might have been too much for the old man to bear. Given his age, who knew whether his heart could withstand such a terrifying scene?Before Darren could say anything else, Joshua reached into the car and grabbed him by the clothes."Joshua, wait!"Joshua ignored him. He pulled Darren out of the car and flung him aside as though he weighed nothing.Darren hit the ground hard and groaned in pain. Before he could recover, Joshua turned his attention toward Williams.The old man sat helplessly in the car, unaware of the danger approaching him.Joshua's chlorine-yellow eyes glowed with a co

Meanwhile in the McArthur mansion…Throughout the night, Charles McArthur barely blinked as he sat in front of his bedroom television, waiting for the news he had been longing to hear.Darren Hilton was dead.That was what the gang leader had told him after carrying out the mission. Charles still remembered the text message he had received from the man, confirming that Darren had been killed successfully.With Darren out of the picture, there would be no one left to marry Allison. And without Allison marrying Darren, their father would have no reason to make her his heir. The enormous fortune would eventually belong to him, just as it should have from the beginning.The thought alone filled Charles with excitement.However, as the hours passed, his excitement gradually gave way to concern.Why hadn't the news channels reported Darren's death yet?Darren Hilton was the heir to the wealthiest family in the city. If someone like him had been killed, wouldn't the major news channels be fi

The moment Charles's eyes landed on Darren, his entire body froze.For a few seconds, he remained motionless, staring at the man standing at the entrance as though he had just seen something impossible.Darren Hilton was alive!How could that be?Hadn't the gang leader sent him a message confirming that the mission was successful? Hadn't he spent the entire night waiting for news of Darren's death?Yet here Darren was, standing right in front of him, looking perfectly fine."No..." Charles muttered, shaking his head. "No, this isn't real. I must be hallucinating."He took several steps backward, his eyes never leaving Darren's face."This can't be happening!"His panic grew so intense that he failed to notice the chair behind him. His legs struck it, and he lost his balance, falling hard onto his buttocks.The sound of the fall drew everyone's attention.Darren stood at the entrance, watching him with a sly smile."What's wrong, Charles?" he asked casually. "Have you seen a ghost?"Ch

Mr. McArthur was rushed to the hospital immediately after collapsing in the dining room.By the time the family arrived, he had already been taken into the emergency room, leaving them waiting anxiously in the corridor.Allison and her mother could hardly sit still. They paced back and forth, occasionally glancing toward the emergency room door, hoping the doctors would come out with good news.Darren was also in the waiting area, accompanied by Victoria. He sat quietly for a while, watching the worried mother and daughter.Charles, on the other hand, sat on a chair with his head lowered. He hadn't said much since they arrived, and nobody knew what was going through his mind.Looking at Allison and her mother, Darren couldn't help feeling sorry for them. They were clearly terrified that something terrible might happen to Mr. McArthur. After all, he had collapsed right in front of them without warning.Darren could only imagine how much worse their reaction would be if they knew the tr