The Lamborghini Urus came to a smooth stop in front of Galaxy Corporation.Marcus stepped out.He wasn't wearing a suit, silk tie, or gold watch. He wore a clean, dark polo, tailored trousers, and polished leather shoes.He looked like a man who didn’t need to prove his wealth — a man who owned the ground he walked on. He adjusted his sleeves and began the long walk towards the Galaxy headquarters.The giant building towered high with golden ornaments, making Marcus look insignificant.“Stop!”The voice was quick, arrogant, and feminine.Marcus paused, he turned slowly, his expression remained neutral. Rejoice Quinn stood a few yards away. Her arms were folded tightly across her chest.Marcus blinked like he was surprised. “Oh.”“Nice seeing you here. I didn’t expect you this early.”Rejoice didn’t smile.She narrowed her eyes on him “Drop the act, Marcus. The car show is over. You’re no longer playing Galaxy's representative.”Marcus remained silent.She stepped into his personal spa

The heavy glass doors hissed open.The Branch Manager stepped into the lobby— a man whose presence felt like a physical weight. He was tall, dressed in a charcoal suit so sharp that the edges looked like they could cut glass.The manager’s eyes swept the room, landing on the chaos near the entrance.“What is going on here?” he asked. The voice was quiet, but it stopped every heart in the room.Carlton didn't waste a second. “Sir, this peasant,” he said, pointing a trembling finger at Marcus, “hit me. He’s been causing trouble, refusing to leave, and threatening the staff. I was just trying to handle it before he did any real damage.”The manager frowned, his gaze shifting to the gold rod still gripped in Carlton’s hand.“You tried to handle it? With a ceremonial rod?” the manager asked, his tone dropping an octave. “Are you trying to commit murder in my lobby, Carlton?”Carlton’s face went pale. “No, sir! He’s a threat. I almost lost my temper because of how much he was disrupting the

In the center of this white-walled sanctuary, the Griffin Phantom X sat like a dark god carved from shadow.The manager walked closer, his leather shoes clicking softly against the marbles. He stopped just short of the car, his hand hovering near the frame as if he were afraid a single fingerprint might ruin the perfection. “Do you like it, Young Master?” he asked, his voice hushed with reverence.Marcus didn't answer immediately. He walked a slow circle around the machine. The matte black finish didn't just stay on the metal, it seemed to pull the light into itself, creating an abyss where a car should be. Every line was a razor sharp edge, and every curve felt like a coiled muscle ready to snap.He reached out to open the door, and before his fingers touched the side, it recognized his touch and swung open. Marcus slid inside, the seat molding itself to his spine instantly. He ran a hand along the dashboard, feeling the cold, perfect curves of the carbon fiber interior.“This is on

Michael stood just inches away from Marcus. His breath was hot, and his eyes were dark with a look of pure hate.“So what now?” Michael sneered. “You think you’re untouchable because of some fancy car?”Marcus remained calm. He looked at all three of them like they were barely there.“You’re not the ones in charge here,” Marcus said, his voice quiet but steady. “You’re just desperate, clinging to the tiny bit of power you think you still have.”Ryan’s face twisted into a scowl. “What did you just say to me?”Marcus didn’t back down an inch.“If you don’t want to lose the little bit of status you have left,” Marcus continued, “then get out of my way. Go to class and try to act like normal students, don't make fools of yourselves in front of everyone.”The hallway went dead silent. Students nearby stopped walking, their mouths hanging open in surprise. Emmanuel stared at Marcus, his eyes wide with total shock.Michael let out a dry, harsh laugh. “You really think you’re better than us n

The air in the classroom felt heavier, pressing in on everyone until nobody dared to move or even breathe too loudly. Professor Aurelius Constantine Vale took his time, slowly sliding his glasses into his breast pocket while his eyes stayed locked onto Marcus with a cold, unblinking intensity.“Repeat that,” he said, and the strange softness in his voice carried a much deeper sense of danger than any shout ever could have.There was a long, painful pause, during which the very atmosphere seemed to suffocate. Marcus didn't look away for even a second, meeting the professor's gaze with a steady focus that made the other students shift uncomfortably in their seats.“You heard me perfectly clearly, Professor Vale,” Marcus said, his voice coming out even and firm despite the weight of the moment.A sharp gasp cut through the quiet room, and somewhere in the back, someone actually dropped their phone onto the floor with a loud clatter. Emmanuel reached out and grabbed Marcus’s arm, his fing