The Montgomerys and Benjamin stood, unable to process the scene unfolding before their eyes. The sun reflected brightly off the polished silver edges of the car, making it even harder for them to believe that what they were witnessing was real. Lena kept blinking rapidly, raising a trembling hand to her forehead as if she could rub away the absurd image in front of her. Her confusion was so overwhelming that she finally grabbed Benjamin’s arm tightly and asked again, “Benjamin… please tell me I am hallucinating… because this cannot be happening. Not in real life.”Benjamin suddenly burst into laughter, a loud, confident laughter that echoed across the compound and immediately drew the attention of Lena’s parents. He seemed almost relieved that he had found something to anchor himself to, something that allowed him to feel superior again. He wiped his eyes lightly and shook his head as he said, “Lena, relax. You are not hallucinating.” Then he chuckled again, as if the very idea amused

Harris nodded without hesitation, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. “Young Master, anything you want concerning the Montgomerys will be handled immediately,” he replied. “You only need to tell me what you want done.”Connor inhaled deeply, recalling the frantic conversation he overheard back at the mansion. “Before I left the house,” he began, “I heard the Montgomery family talking about a company called DC Enterprises. They seemed desperate, almost panicked, about acquiring it. Lena said that losing the company would be a major blow to them and that buying it would bring them a massive advantage. I want to know more about it. Look into that company and tell me why they want it so badly.”Harris let out a short, deep laugh — not mocking, but amused, as if Connor had just brought up a topic he already knew like the back of his hand. “Young Master,” he said with a slight chuckle, “there is no need for me to research anything about DC Enterprises. I already know every detail about it.”C

The ride to the headquarters of DC Enterprises had been quiet for most of the journey, with Harris driving smoothly and Connor sitting in the back seat, staring out of the tinted window as the city passed by. But the moment they approached the massive glass building that housed the company’s main offices, the car suddenly gave a strained sound, like a cough from the engine, and began to lose speed until it eventually rolled to a complete stop right before they reached the main entrance.Connor felt the shift immediately. He glanced up from the window and leaned forward slightly. “Harris,” he said calmly, “why did we stop?”Harris looked genuinely troubled as he checked a few buttons and glanced at the dashboard, then turned to Connor with an apologetic expression.“Young Master, I am truly sorry,” he said, his voice respectful and slightly tense. “It appears the car has suddenly developed a fault. I don’t know what exactly happened, but the engine is no longer responding. I tried re

Lena could not understand why Connor was standing there with that strangely calm expression on his face, an expression that made her feel as though he knew something she didn’t, something she was supposed to know, something she should have realized by now but for some reason still couldn’t grasp. Her irritation grew the longer he stayed quiet, and finally she snapped, her voice coming out sharper as she demanded, “Why are you looking at me like that? What is that supposed to mean?”Connor’s voice came out low, measured, and frustratingly calm. “I only asked if you were sure the payment receipt you’re bragging about is still valid.”Lena blinked at him, startled for a moment, and then forced herself to scoff, even though his tone had placed a strange weight on her chest. “What kind of stupid question is that?” she fired back, lifting her chin. “Of course it’s valid. I literally just showed you the confirmation.”Connor didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t smirk. He simply spoke as though

Connor had just begun to follow the owner of DC Enterprises upstairs when a sharp tug on his hand froze him mid-step. He turned his head slightly, just enough to see Lena standing before him, her eyes blazing with fury and confusion. She gripped his wrist firmly, her nails pressing slightly into his skin, but not hard enough to hurt—yet the gesture carried a weight of authority and entitlement that only Lena could muster.“What is going on here?” she demanded, her voice sharp and commanding, leaving no room for hesitation. “Connor, why are you following him as if you belong to him? What is your connection to him? I want answers—right now!”Connor’s gaze remained calm, steady, and unnervingly composed. He didn’t flinch, didn’t tighten his jaw, and didn’t even raise his voice. Instead, he lifted one hand and lightly placed it on the owner’s shoulder. The subtle gesture was enough—the man immediately understood Connor’s silent instruction: do not reveal anything to her.The owner’s eyes