Connor followed the man up the staircase, each step echoing faintly against the walls of DC Enterprises. The higher they climbed, the quieter the building became, as though the noise of the bustling city outside had been swallowed entirely by the glass and steel of the headquarters. When they finally reached the top floor, the office that spread before them was expansive, almost overwhelmingly so, with sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows.Connor’s gaze swept over the space, taking in the subtle details. It was a place built to impress, and it did.The man gestured toward the desk with a mixture of awe and trepidation, his hands trembling slightly despite his efforts to maintain composure. “Please, sir,” he said, his voice low but filled with disbelief, “the documents are all prepared. You may review them and proceed with the transaction whenever you are ready. Everything has been arranged according to your specifications. I must admit, sir, I am still in shock at—

Connor’s lips curved faintly in that calm smile as he straightened fully, his eyes flicking once more toward the black lotus-marked convoy inching closer along the streets. But before he could even make a step toward the large glass windows to get a closer view, Harris’s grip on his arm tightened sharply, his touch firm and urgent.“Young Master!” Harris hissed, his voice barely above a whisper yet trembling with intensity, “please, you must… stay where you are! Now!”Connor froze, eyebrows arching as he looked down at Harris. “Harris… what is it? Why do you—?” His words were cut short as Harris, without warning, yanked him backward toward a darkened corner along the side of the building, shadows swallowing them almost instantly. Connor stumbled slightly, instinctively catching himself, the muscles in his legs tensing as he regained balance.Harris crouched low, pressing Connor further into the corner, both of them nearly blending into the darkness. His eyes darted nervously toward t

The sound of Li Feng’s cold, emotionless command still echoed through the entire building— that chilling demand that the man transfer the twenty-five million dollars immediately or face consequences he clearly could not survive. Harris and Connor remained hidden in the dark corner. Harris was holding onto Connor’s sleeve so tightly his knuckles were turning pale.And then everything happened quickly.Li Feng didn’t even wait for the man to find his breath before striking the first blow.A loud thud cracked through the air as Li Feng’s boot landed squarely against the man’s ribs — not gruesome, but hard enough that the man folded, clutching his side and sputtering in pain as he slid partway down the staircase. His cries bounced off the walls, echoing painfully outside into the quiet night.“Get up,” Li Feng’s voice cut through the air — sharp, cold, and steady, like someone who had done this a thousand times without feeling the weight of it.The man struggled, pushing himself weakly t

The Winchester mansion was unusually quiet that evening, the kind of quiet that felt heavy rather than peaceful, as though the walls themselves were holding their breath. The dining room glowed with warm golden lights from the chandelier above. Connor sat at the long mahogany dining table with a bowl of steaming soup placed in front of him, untouched, cooling slowly as he stared at it without seeing it.Harris sat across from him, scrolling slowly through the tablet in his hands. He wasn’t eating either. He didn’t even seem hungry. His brows kept dipping lower, tightening every time he flicked through another page of whatever he was reading.For almost five minutes, neither of them spoke.Then, without lifting his eyes, Harris cleared his throat lightly and said, “Young Master… Jerry Wills just sent you an invitation.”Connor blinked and finally raised his eyes. “Jerry who?”Harris looked up this time. “Jerry Wills.”Connor just stared at him blankly, clearly still not recognizing th

The cab came to a smooth stop on the circular driveway of Rockhill Villa, its engine quieting as the chauffeur opened the door with the precision of someone used to perfection. Connor stepped lightly onto the polished pavement, adjusting the simple t-shirt and jeans he wore, the fabric soft against his skin yet practically screaming humility compared to the glaring extravagance around him.And yet, the moment he stepped down, the atmosphere shifted. Conversations cut short, murmurs rippled through the crowd like waves in a storm, and every head turned sharply toward the cab, as though it had disrupted the perfect symmetry of expensive vehicles lined like jewels along the driveway. Lamborghinis gleamed under the villa’s golden lights, Ferraris polished to blinding shine, Maybachs gliding in quietly, but now all eyes were on him—and none of them were impressed.“Who… who brought a cab?” a sharply dressed man whispered loudly, shaking his head with visible disbelief. “Does he even know