“You bitch!” Tristan struck Sara hard across the cheek, sending Sara crashing to the ground.“Sara!” Both Jocelyn and Patrick exclaimed simultaneously. Meanwhile, Alistair on the other end remained calm.So, Tristan wasn't playing a prank.He actually kidnapped Sara.Seemed like after the embarrassment at the Horizon Hall, the two lovebirds had finally fallen out with each other. All things considered, it was to be expected. “You'd best ignore anything this bitch just said and get your ass to the address I'll call now and you'd better not call the police, otherwise, I'm going to kill someone!” Tristan coldly said before proceeding to end the call.Then, he texted a random address to Alistair. The mafia leader nodded. “Smart kid, I was worried you'd text the real address to this Alistair Reid.”“Of course not. If possible, could you send two of your guys over to get him?”“Of course. You are adding another piece of merchandise for me, so why won't I help out? Don't worry, I'll hand

Isabella knew Alistair had asked for her help, not because he couldn't handle things himself, but most likely because he was trying to hide something from someone. With that understanding, she decided to play the role of a mistress who, due to being worried about her boytoy, had decided to launch a rescue for him. Jocelyn and Patrick stared at Isabella, then at the small army occupying the warehouse, their mouths hanging open in utterly pathetic silence.Jocelyn’s jaw remained slack as she took in Isabella’s immaculate appearance and the heavily armed elite task force dominating the warehouse floor. “Who is that?” She stammered, her voice cracking as she tried to comprehend the scene. “Miss Heart, it's you?” Sara muttered, quickly recognising Isabella Heart, the richest woman in Riverdale and Haven.“Oh? No wonder you got into trouble, you came to save your ex-wife. How commendable.” Isabella said in amusement. She didn't even act like she saw the Triad members or Tristan.Meanwh

Mira froze, her shoulders stiffening as she slowly turned around to face the furious, broken gaze of her family.Mira’s foot hovered inches above the wet gravel just outside the threshold.A cold sweat broke out across her forehead as she slowly retracted her leg, turning back to face the harsh, flickering glare of the halogen lights.She looked small, her usual haughty demeanor completely eroded, replaced by the trembling panic of a cornered animal."S-Sara..." Mira stammered, her voice dropping to a panicked whisper as her eyes darted between her sister and the guards who were still securing the Triad thugs in the background. "I... I was just going to see if we could leave. To check if it was safe outside.""Don't lie to me!" Sara took a predatory step forward, the sheer force of her betrayal lending her a terrifying presence. "You were running. You’ve been trying to disappear ever since Alistair broke those ropes. Do you think I forgot? Do you think I forgot who brewed the tea befo

The demonic cultivators still active in Haven had realized that brute force wouldn't work against Alistair. So, they were using the ultimate bait to lure him into a prepared killing field where they could catch him off guard."They truly believe a fish will swallow any hook," Alistair murmured to himself, walking over to his ornate weapon rack.He didn't take a sword; for mere demonic ants, his bare hands were more than enough.He changed into a fresh, pitch-black casual suit, the fabric woven with subtle defensive arrays that rippled with invisible energy.He wasn't walking into their trap because he was reckless; he was walking into it because a trap laid by ants is still just dirt to a giant.If they were generous enough to offer a Seven Sorrow Asphodel to secure his death, he would be more than happy to accept the gift—and pay them back in blood.Stepping into the garage, Alistair ignited the engine of the SUV.The garage door rolled up, and with a roar of power, the vehicle shot

Alistair didn't waste any time.He rested his forearms on the edge of the mahogany table, his gaze sweeping over the players. "I won't beat around the bush, gentlemen. I came here tonight because I heard someone was putting up a very specific prize. A Seven Sorrow Asphodel. Where is it?"The portly businessman’s smile instantly vanished, replaced by a look of sudden nervousness.The sharp-eyed man leaned forward, his voice lowering significantly. "Young man... if you're smart, you'll walk out those doors right now. That flower isn't something a 'simple man' should ever touch. The person who brought it... he isn't someone you want to associate with.""I am well aware," Alistair replied smoothly, his tone unwavering. "Call him out. I am here for the flower, and I do not intend to leave without it."The players looked at one another, seeing the absolute adamancy in Alistair's eyes. Recognizing that the young man would not be dissuaded, the manager in the silk shirt quickly stepped to th