Sienna stared at Arabella like she had grown two heads. She glanced at her surroundings. There were military personnels around the whole house. How could Maxwell pull this off? “And why has that pesky little thing got to do with any of this?!” Sienna asked doubtful. “Have you seen this whole place perhaps the Vallis heir wanted to meet with you in person before taking us to the party. After all you’re the country’s beauty, it’s more likely that would be given a different treatment.” Arabella groaned loudly at her mother’s stupidity. “Mom, don’t be speak so unruly! You don’t know what Maxwell is capable of…” she trailed off. “…and neither do I.” She stared around the house. It was most likely that Maxwell wasn’t here, because if he was he would have come out to welcome them. If he wasn’t here then where was he? … “Commander, we have your wife and your mother inlaw secured at the Villa,” Hardin’s voice spoke through the intercom as Maxwell drove through the city to the Vallis

Armed, ready and waiting. Unlike the others, they didn’t shout, didn’t panic and didn’t move. Their discipline alone made the air feel heavier. Then—A man stepped forward from their ranks.He was older than the rest, much calmer. His presence alone was able to tell the difference between him and the men Maxwell had just killed. “Impressive,” he said, his voice carrying across the courtyard without effort. “You made it this far… alone.”Maxwell’s eyes rested on him briefly.“Step aside.”A faint smile tugged at the man’s lips. “You have caused enough damage tonight. This is where it ends.”Maxwell didn’t respond. He simply started walking. The man’s expression hardened slightly. “Comrades, Formation!”The command dropped like a hammer.In an instant, the entire line shifted. Not chaotic, not rushed, precise. Half of them raised their weapons, the others moved foward, closing in.Maxwell didn’t stop. A deadly aura emitting from him. The first wave reached him. Steel flashed.Gunsho

Hugh’s expression didn’t change at Maxwell’s words. But something in his eyes shifted. Interest. Normally once he introduced himself, his opponent’s expressions would waver but Maxwell seemed confident in his skills.He took another step forward, slow and controlled. His movements were light despite his size, almost silent against the marble floor. The guests instinctively moved back, creating space between them. No one spoke anymore. Even the music inside felt distant now.Hugh rolled his shoulders once, loosening them. “You sound too confident for someone who walked into his own grave.”Maxwell didn’t respond.His gaze remained fixed and calculating.Hugh’s lips curved slightly. “Good. Silence is better. It means you are thinking about your choices.”Another step.“But, you can’t run now.”Then—Hugh disappeared within a blink of an eye. Not completely but he moved like a blur. Maxwell’s eyes narrowed instantly as his body shifted to the side.A strike brushed past his jaw. Hugh w

At the back of the house. A sleek black car drove speedily into the yard, Harry and the others got out of the back door and were about to enter into the car until a gunshot sound in front of them, the bullet piercing the front tire of the car.“Ahh!” Agnes yelled, clutching onto Harry’s clothes as they ran for cover, the guards leading them.Hardin stepped forward, his eyes surveying his surroundings closely. “You are surrounded. You can’t leave.”…Victor and Magnum exchanged worried glances as they stared at Alexander who was sitting at the head of the table, his fingers drumming nervously on the surface. His face was grim and solemn, two men were standing each by his side.“What do we do now, Lord Vallis?” Victor mumbled. “Our guards have killed and we have no way else to go. The whole house has been surrounded.”“Do we surrender?” Magnum asked. Alexander clutched his fist and striked the table, fury blazing in his eyes. “We will not surrender to anybody—”“Then think again!” A lo

Magnus’s entire body trembled uncontrollably as he fell to the floor. The stench spread quickly throughout the room, mixing with the thick metallic scent of blood. His eyes were wide, his lips quivered as he stared at Victor’s lifeless body. Magnus’ gaze slowly lifted to Maxwell. The man stood there like nothing had happened. Calm. Unmoved. As though taking a life meant nothing to him. That was when fear truly sank in. “D-Don’t…” Magnus voice cracked, his hands pressing against the floor to steady himself, the pain of his broken finger adding to his misery. “Don’t do this… please…” Maxwell didn’t respond. He simply watched him with a blank expression on his face. His silence made Magnus’ worry worsen. Magnus swallowed hard, dragging himself slightly forward on his knees, not caring about the mess beneath him. Pride no longer mattered, dignity too. Survival was the only choice left. “I-I had no choice!” He blurted out, his voice shaking violently. “You have to understand… it