Lorenzo moved briskly toward where he had parked while he held Oliva in his arms, his jaw tight and his mind still boiling from what had just happened. Before he could leave the floor, the police had already arrived, moving into the room. Dealing with them this way somehow didn’t satisfy Lorenzo; his heart craved more brutal ways. But he knew better than to hand them over to the authorities, as it would get Olivia the justice she deserved. Right now, he had to focus on the pressing issue. Getting Oliva somewhere safe mattered more than anything else at that moment. He reached his car, opened the door, and carefully settled Oliva into the front seat before sliding in behind the wheel. Without wasting time, he pulled out and drove off at a fast pace. Every so often, Lorenzo’s eyes flicked toward her. She was curled slightly in the seat, still recovering from the shock of everything that had happened. The thought of what Mr. Kane and the rest had planned for her made his grip tighten

“Since you will be dead soon.”Lorenzo’s heart began to beat loudly in his chest at the man’s declaration.The cold look in the man’s eyes showed determination, anger, and hatred for him, and Lorenzo knew this man was far from joking.He quickly composed himself and hid his fear before uttering, “What have I done to you? And why do you want to have me killed?” he uttered.The man cracked his Knuckles before he spoke, “Well, you have not done anything to me. On the contrary, I have never met you before except now. However, my boss wants you dead and then, so be it. It is that simple,” he uttered.“Your boss? What is the name of the coward that cannot face me himself?” Lorenzo asked as he wondered who it could have been on this earth that had ordered his execution.He always minded his business, was never arrogant, and kept a low profile. So he wondered who.“Now, I see why he wants you dead, too much cockiness from you. However,” the man began, “that name you demand, I cannot give, but

“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 at the ho

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 th