“I think I might know.” “Who? Who exactly did it?” Aiden asked, feeling tense. “People who might hate the young master or the family, sir,” Derek uttered. The old man growled, “That does not answer my question. I need names, Derek. Specific names. And I want you to look into it as soon as possible. Whoever tried to murder my grandson will not go unpunished,” Adrian swore. “Okay, sir,” Derek replied, bowing slightly as he drove. Meanwhile, Aiden felt tense and restless during the ride to the hospital. He refused to believe that his only grandson was in a coma. He was getting impatient as every second felt unbearable. He wanted to see him desperately. The one-hour drive felt like forever to Aiden. If only he had wings, he would make use of them and fly to meet his grandson. “Derek, drive faster. We need to get there as soon as possible!” he commanded. Derek nodded slightly before he pressed the accelerator, which intensified the speed. After forty minutes, they finally arrived a

Lorenzo’s brows pulled together in confusion after hearing Adrian’s words. “You already found out who was behind it?” he asked slowly. Adrian rested the wine glass in his hand back on the table before giving a faint nod. “I had my suspicions the moment you mentioned the mark,” he replied. A cold smile appeared briefly on his face, but there was no warmth behind it. “It seems certain people have started forgetting their place.” Lorenzo remained silent as he watched his grandfather carefully. The pressure Adrian gave off at that moment was suffocating. It was completely different from the calm and collected man he usually saw around the mansion. This was the true head of the Byers family. Even without raising his voice, Adrian carried the authority of someone used to controlling powerful people with a single sentence. Lorenzo could not help feeling shocked inwardly. Still, his curiosity outweighed everything else. He wanted to know who hated him enough to arrange something so

For the past few days, Lorenzo had finally been able to breathe peacefully. While the powerful corporations connected to the Blackthorn Group struggled under relentless pressure from the Byers family, Lorenzo spent his time quietly recovering from the injuries he sustained earlier. Like every morning, he woke up before sunrise. Even after everything that had happened, his body felt unusually light and energetic. Remembering his grandfather’s instructions, Lorenzo sat cross-legged on the floor of his room and practiced the breathing exercises from the ancient manual his grandfather had handed to him days ago. Afterward, he moved on to his combat training routines. At first, Lorenzo assumed nothing had changed. But as the days passed, he began noticing something strange. The techniques that once required effort now flowed naturally through his body with almost no resistance. His movements felt smoother, faster, and far more precise than before. Even more shocking was the fact th

The expressions on the students’ faces changed the instant they recognized the owner of the silver Ferrari Monza SP2. At first, they had been dazzled by the multi-million-dollar hypercar. After all, very few people their age could afford a vehicle worth nearly two million dollars. But the moment Kane Blackthorne stepped out of the driver’s seat, the admiration in their eyes disappeared completely. In its place came disgust. Hatred. Contempt. The scandals surrounding Kane had already spread across the entire internet overnight. Stories about assault, corruption, illegal street racing, and several buried criminal accusations had surfaced one after another. Worse still, people discovered that this wasn’t even his first offense. He was a repeat offender protected by wealth and influence. Kane naturally noticed the judgmental stares aimed at him, but he ignored them entirely. Right now, he had far bigger problems to worry about. The Blackthorne Corporation was collapsing. In less

Lorenzo was momentarily caught off guard by Kane's audacity, but his composure returned almost instantly. The silver elixir he had consumed moments earlier had surged through his body like wildfire, amplifying his strength and sharpening his fighting instincts beyond what he thought possible. In one fluid motion, he sprang backward and delivered a devastating strike to Kane's forearm. The blow was precise and brutal, sending the blade spinning out of Kane's grip and clattering across the floor, well out of reach. The crowd that had gathered released a collective breath. Many had feared the worst, convinced Kane would succeed. What saved the moment was Lorenzo's exceptional combat training, which had allowed him to neutralize the threat before it could turn fatal. Lorenzo fixed Kane with a stare that could have frozen fire. Anyone watching could see the rage radiating off him in waves. He cursed himself for ever feeling anything resembling pity for this man. He had assumed that watc