"Wait... wait."Mr. Alfred hurriedly raised his hand, stopping Julia before she could leave."Your condition is unfair. This is still my company. As the chairman, I should have the authority to appoint or remove any executive whenever I see fit."Julia looked at him calmly."You're right. it is your company, but it's also the Alfred family's business."She slowly glanced around the room."If the company falls, every one of you sitting here will be affected. That includes you, Grandfather."Victoria could no longer contain herself. She shot to her feet. "And who do you think you are?" she snapped."This family can survive perfectly well without you!"Julia couldn't help but scoff."Oh? then why am I here? you were the ones who kicked me out. Now the company is standing on the brink of collapse, and you're begging me to come back.""If the board of directors discovers that we've lost our backing from the Langstone family, do you know what they'll do? so for the moment, you can't survive

Betty's face instantly turned pale.Her fingers tightened around her phone until her knuckles turned white.She had only wanted to stop innocent people from being beaten, but now nearly twenty armed men had surrounded the two of them from every direction. Every one of those men carried a thick wooden stick, and several of them were much larger than Marcus.Her heartbeat pounded wildly inside her chest."Marcus..." she called nervously, unconsciously grabbing the sleeve of his shirt. "T-There are too many of them."Before she could say another word, Marcus calmly took a step forward.Without saying anything, he gently stretched out one arm, guiding Betty behind him.The simple movement immediately made Betty freeze.Standing behind Marcus' broad back, she suddenly felt strangely safe despite the overwhelming danger surrounding them.Marcus slowly exhaled. His eyes narrowed as his breathing became calm. Then...His bracelet activated.A faint warmth spread through his entire body.The le

The room fell silent. Master Jace, who had been drinkinh, stopped mid-way. Then he let out a cold scoff. "Are you kidding me?". His sharp eyes locked onto the kneeling gang leader. "You're telling me one man defeated over twenty of my men?" The gang leader lowered his head even further. "Yes, Master Jace." "He fought all of us alone. He knocked everyone to the ground in less than a minute." His voice trembled as he recalled the scene. "I've never seen anyone move that fast before. Every punch landed before we even realized what had happened." Master Jace stared at him for several seconds before letting out a mocking laugh. "And you still have the nerve to stand here and tell me one man humiliated all of you?" "I... I thought you should know the truth, Master." The gang leader swallowed hard. "That man is extremely strong. If we return, he'll probably be there again... and we can't handle him." "You can't handle one man?" The gang leader remained silent, too ashame

Eden placed the exquisite ceramic vase gently on the center table. It had delicate scriptures etched along its gracefully curved body, adorned with subtle blue and gold patterns that blended seamlessly into an elegant yet understated design. The vase shimmered faintly under the chandelier light, its surface smooth and refined, but by the look of it, no one would guess its extraordinary value, it resembled any tasteful decorative piece one might find in upscale homes, unassuming at first glance. "This is a limited edition piece by a renowned artist," Eden said casually, his voice carrying quiet confidence. "It is worth three million dollars. I give you this as a gift." Everyone popped their eyes wide open in sheer disbelief. "What the fuck?" one uncle muttered under his breath. "What the hell? A three million dollar vase as a gift?" Whispers of astonishment rippled through the room as eyes darted between the vase and the generous giver. Mrs. Alfred leaned forward, her face light

Marcus instantly made his way there. He didn’t take long—maybe fifteen minutes after the call, he arrived at the scene. As he reached the neighborhood square, he saw the leader of the gang standing boldly with his men. This time, they hadn’t beaten anyone yet. The residents were shouting at them, trying to scare them off while holding their own makeshift weapons—sticks, iron rods, and stones. One elderly man yelled, “Why isn’t the police here yet!” Another added angrily, “Why can’t you leave us alone or pay us what you should?” Marcus stepped forward calmly. “I should have follow up with the police yesterday so I could make sure you get locked up forever.” The thugs turned as their leader faced Marcus and grinned wickedly. “Yes, finally. You are here. I have been waiting for you.” The people erupted in joy, shouting, “Our hero! Our hero!” "He is here! you are all doom!" Meanwhile, upstairs on the first floor overlooking the ground, Six stood hidden in the shadows. He was h