“You dare arrest my benefactor not even a day after he left my house. Is that how little you think of me, Inspector Miller?” Adam coldly asked, glaring coldly at Inspector Miller. At that moment, he was more than prepared to kill the inspector. “Please spare me, Mister Smith, I had no idea…”Before Miller could finish speaking, Adam struck him again.“Shut your mouth!” Adam coldly said, silencing the inspector who was on the verge of peeing his pants. “Two minutes. I give you two minutes to release Grandmaster Zen otherwise I will have you killed right here and your body tossed into the harbor.”Despite being a businessman, Adam spoke like a gangster and it was clear that he meant every word he said. “Grandmaster Zen?” Miller seemed confused. “The man you just brought in. Get him out now.” Adam repeated.“Immediately!” Miller said.Immediately he hurried to free Alistair from his cell. Miller’s feet felt like lead as he practically skidded down the hallway toward the interrogati

Donald barged into Charlotte’s room, shocking her out of her train of thought. He was accompanied by four hulking bodyguards and his expression was quite cold. “Donald, why are you here?” Charlotte asked. After Caleb had cut her off from the Bolton family wealth, Donald had also kept his distance. So this was the first time the husband and wife had seen each other in the last three days. “I warned you, didn't I? I told you to stay away from Mister Reid, but you said no. Now look, things have devolved to this extent.” Donald said in annoyance. “What are you talking about, Donald?” Charlotte asked, furrowing her brows as she regarded her husband. “What am I talking about?” Donald’s voice cracked with a mixture of disbelief and genuine fear. He gestured vaguely toward the window, as if the very air of Haven was vibrating with the repercussions of her actions. “You more than anyone else should know what I am talking about. Father sent me here because if he came himself,

"Charlotte Bolton is a fool, but she’s a dangerous one. I’ve already informed my lawyers.” Isabella remarked. “I have already filed for a permanent restraining order and a civil suit for attempted kidnapping. There's no way she's getting away with this. I'm going to make her pay.""There's no need for that," Alistair said calmly. "I suspect the Boltons have already handled the matter internally. Charlotte won't be a problem for a very long time.""You sound far too calm for someone who was almost framed for a felony," Isabella remarked, her voice returning to its usual sharp tone. "What are you planning, Alistair? I know that tone. You're not just letting this go.""I'm going to a mall opening tomorrow," Alistair said. "It would be rude not to dress for the occasion. Put your mind at ease, Isabella. Get some rest. I’ll see you at the event."Before she could protest or ask more questions, Alistair ended the call.Letting out a sigh, he put his phone away and made his way to the master

The store Alistair visited in the mall was one of the biggest and most expensive, belonging to the top luxury brand, DuMont. They primarily dealt in men's wear, ranging from suits to other types of clothing. The store was currently quite busy with a few individuals walking around while inspecting the suits on display.Workers were expected to attend to all clients who walked in but none bothered with Alistair when he did so.In fact, they intentionally ignored him, especially after checking out his outfit. “Did you see that guy? What the hell is someone like that doing in our store?”“He looks like a beggar. Don't you think he might try to steal something?” “What are the security guards doing?” As the workers murmured while going about their business, Alistair didn't bother trying to call their attention, especially after hearing their foolish comments.Such people would always judge a book by its cover and he was hardly in the mood to teach them a lesson in humility.Just as he

Tristan crossed his arms, leaning back as if he were settling in for a show. "Give it up, Alistair. The manager has spoken. You’re out of your league."Alistair looked at the security guards, then at Sterling, and finally at the trio in front of him. A small, cold chuckle escaped his lips. "You’re right about one thing, Sterling. This store *is* devalued—not by me, but by the quality of the people you consider 'esteemed'. I'll take my business elsewhere."He began to turn, ready to leave the suffocating atmosphere of the boutique, when the heavy glass doors at the entrance burst open.The sound was so abrupt that every head in the store snapped toward the front.A woman stood there, her chest heaving as she gasped for air.Her hair, usually pinned in a perfect, sleek bun, was slightly disheveled, and her expensive heels clicked erratically as she scanned the room with a look of desperate urgency."Is that... Elizabeth Bolton?" a shopper whispered.The room fell into a stunned silence.