Thayer collapsed at Hendrix’s feet during his lavish birthday party at an upscale restaurant in New York City.“Please, I’m begging you, lend me some money, Grandpa. Melody, your great-granddaughter, she really needs it. I swear I’ll pay you back as soon as I can. She needs a heart transplant. If not… she won’t make it.” Tears streamed down Thayer’s face. His wife’s family was his only hope left.The Lennox family looked at him with disgust.“How did you even get in here?!” Irene, Hendrix’s daughter, barked.“How dare you crash Mr. Hendrix’s special day!” Jonas, Hendrix’s son, shouted.The wealthy family glared in fury. They were dressed in fine tuxedos and elegant gowns, a sharp contrast to Thayer’s shabby, dirt-stained clothes. His skin was tanned and rough from long days working under the scorching sun.Hendrix, head of Lennox Corp, slammed his utensils onto the plate.“You convinced Arabella, my granddaughter, to marry a penniless man like you and dragged her out of my mansion. And

“You’re so stubborn. Was I not clear enough earlier?” Samara scolded.Hendrix glared at them furiously but chose to remain silent. He had to maintain his dignity in front of Spencer.“G-Grandpa, I… I came here to…” Arabella stammered, her voice trembling as words failed her.Vivien and Theodore shook with fear. They knew punishment awaited them the moment they returned home. Still, this was the only way to help Arabella divorce Thayer and marry a rich tycoon.“You really have no shame,” Jonas sneered. “You dare to come even though you weren’t invited? Haven’t you humiliated us enough by marrying Arabella off to this loser?” He cast a mocking glance at Thayer, who stood there calmly, watching the entire scene with quiet contempt.“We don’t need an invitation like you do,” Thayer replied coolly.“You’re so naïve. Even Spencer—who’s been honored on the same level as the General—had to show an invitation to get in,” Ivy taunted.“I’m a special guest at this event,” Thayer said with confid

Thayer went to the bank. Everyone stared at him with disgust because he looked like a thug.“I want to withdraw ten million dollars,” Thayer said hurriedly.The female staff couldn’t hold back her laughter. “I’m sorry, Sir. Are you sure about that?”“Don’t waste my time. Just do what I said,” Thayer snapped sharply.“I should be the one saying that to you,” Selina sneered. “It’s impossible for someone like you to have that much money.”“Why are you so sure that I don’t?” Thayer’s eyes turned red with anger.“Even a blind man can see that you’re just a homeless guy.”Thayer clenched his fists tightly. He had had enough of insults for one day.He quickly checked his pockets, but his wallet was missing.“Damn it! Where’s my wallet?” He looked around the floor, thinking it might have fallen.Selina rolled her eyes, bored with what she thought was a scammer’s drama. “I won’t fall for your cheap tricks. Please leave while I’m still being kind enough not to call the police.”“Just give me th

Thayer touched Stella’s trembling shoulder. “Don’t worry. I was your grandfather’s soldier. I was with him when he took his last breath.”Stella’s eyes widened. Tears streamed down her face. She missed her grandfather so much. If Morris were still alive, his family, the Colsons, would never dare to kick her out.“It’s late. You should go home. I’ll take you there.” Thayer guided Stella to a taxi and escorted her to her apartment.Thayer froze at the sight of Stella’s shabby apartment, even though Morris had left a massive inheritance for his children, grandchildren, and in-laws.“You’re right. I am the granddaughter of former General Morris Colson,” Stella admitted as they arrived at her apartment door. She lowered her head sadly, remembering the beautiful moments with her grandfather.“I know General Morris left a lot behind. Why are you living in this rundown apartment?”“My family seized all of Grandfather’s wealth, leaving nothing for me or my own family,” Stella explained. “That’

The rumor that Arabella had slept around spread, earning her scorn.Meanwhile, Spencer had arrived at one of the most famous boxing venues in the USA. It was a place where top professional boxers trained and fought.When he entered, an R&B track thumped, announcing Spencer and his bodyguards. All eyes fixed on him.“You finally came.” Owen, the arena owner, greeted him. His smile was so wide it almost reached his eyes.“I came to fight one of the God of War’s men,” Spencer declared, chin lifted.“I know. Abner called me.”“Has my opponent arrived?” Spencer scanned the room coldly.“He’s right behind you.”Spencer turned instinctively when he heard the voice. “You?” He was a bit stunned. “Did Abner send the wrong person?” Spencer taunted.“Why? Are you scared?” Thayer replied coolly. His eyes smoldered with hatred.“Scared?” Spencer’s laugh echoed. “What would I be afraid of facing a low-ranked soldier like you?”Spencer stripped off his expensive tuxedo, revealing the taut muscles und