Their gazes met for a moment before a bodyguard joined Lorenzo’s side like always while martins headed towards the casino. Lorenzo trusted Marcus’ abilities, so he left for the airport.Martins followed along with a slightly hesitant expression. “Sir, you can move around on foot later. You can use our family’s own car.”Lorenzo stopped, then looked at his shocked friend, Martins, whose jaw had dropped despite only being able to see through a slightly opened swollen eye. Lorenzo knew Martins’ exaggerated expression was only because the latter felt shocked. Still, seeing that pleased him. He reached out to give Martins’ shoulder a reassuring squeeze.“Don’t be so surprised. I merely reunited with my family. It turns out that my grandfather is super wealthy, and so are my great-grandparents.”Those words did not ease Martins’ shock. Instead, he uttered a string of foul curses to display how taken aback he felt.It was only after the car screeched to a halt before them and grains of sand

Adrian had a gentle look on his face as he extended both arms welcomingly. “I hope God blesses you with better things, young man.” Martins never dreamed that he could enter the Byers residence through its front doors. After all, the Byers family was rich beyond belief—to the point where someone like Martins was unworthy of even mentioning their name. Now, not only had he entered the residence, but he was also experiencing such generous hospitality. The excitement caused his chest to tighten, leaving him breathless once again. Seeing that, Adrian lowered his arms and chuckled. “I suppose my presence might make things slightly awkward, so I’ll be on my way now.” He then promptly turned on his heel and left with his walking cane in hand. Martins’ jaw remained agape for the longest time. Never in a million years had he imagined tycoons like the Byers family would treat ordinary people with such kindness. Once Lorenzo and Martins were the only ones left in the hallway, th

“Lorenzo. Long time no see. I hear you’ve recently become rich,” Malcom Storm, a friend of Evan Marshall sneered. Lorenzo’s brows furrowed, forming a wrinkle on his once flawless face. “Malcom Storm? I never thought I’d see you here,” he replied with his hands still in his pockets. Lorenzo was unperturbed, as though nothing had happened. On the contrary, sheer hatred exuded from a scowling Malcom. “I assumed you’d always work for your previous boss. It seems you’re not as much of an asset to him as I thought,” Lorenzo continued, unbothered by Malcom’s nasty expression. Immediately, a scoff came from Malcom “I left that job. My current boss made the right decision in hiring me.” “Yeah, yeah. I’ll be taking my leave now.” Lorenzo still could not care less. He didn’t want to argue with him. He wanted to leave but could not as Malcom, who held a tray full of food, blocked his path. A storm brewed in Lorenzo’s eyes. His rage was so intense that anyone watching would get

“Mr. Byers,” she began softly, her gaze still fixed ahead as she assessed the scene. “From what I can tell, that man is Julian Mercer—the one in charge of this hotel. It seems the pressure from Zenith holdings Int’l has already begun to take effect.” Lorenzo agreed with that statement, so she nodded while locking gazes with Bianca. “You’re correct. This Julian Mercer guy seems efficient in monitoring his hotel’s affairs. Even I think he deserves a bonus for reacting so quickly.” Bianca smiled but kept mute Meanwhile, Julian Mercer, who had yelled earlier, was nearing Lorenzo. The latter made use of his advanced hearing to track Julian’s footsteps. Once he determined Julian was within his attack range, he dashed ahead and kicked Ethan. Ethan did not expect Lorenzo to do that. Then again, Ethan couldn’t defend himself even if he anticipated the kick. Thus, he flew a distance away, landing on the ground next to Julian with a blow. Julian roared, alarmed at the sudden appear

“Those who snickered will be sent to prison, where they’ll pay for all their previous wrongdoings. As for those who didn’t snicker, I’ll let you off the hook by only taking your assets as punishment,” Lorenzo declared. All six members opposite him paled drastically. Their legs wobbled like jelly as they lost all their willpower. Desperate, they wanted to grovel at Lorenzo’s feet and plead for his forgiveness, but they did not do so. Their pride stood in the way. They clung to the hope that Lorenzo had likely made many enemies. They felt one of those enemies would try to take him down. An example was Imperial Hotel’s backer, whom they figured could eventually get rid of Lorenzo. Thus, they decided to wait for that to happen. Little did they know how wrong they were. They would never do anything to Lorenzo again, as they knew they were no match for him. The company’s boss had also lost a competent bodyguard while trying to assassinate Lorenzo. Although a new bodyguard was no