Julia shouted at her mother. "Mom, please stop all this already. Jordan was the one who did this to me. He tried to rape me, and he has already been arrested, so there’s nothing you can do anymore." Ms. Lena was furious and still blamed Julia. "If only you had agreed to marry him, none of this would have happened. Anyway, I don’t want to see you with this rag man. In fact, he should leave here this instant!" Julia screamed back, "Mother, I’m fed up! Stop treating me like an asset or some kind of tool you want to use to escape poverty. Stop introducing me to rich men. You don’t even care if they are old enough to be my father or as wicked as Lucifer. You would push me into danger just because of money. I’m fed up, Mom!" She cried harder. "And Marcus isn’t leaving. He is the only comfort I have." Ms. Lena scoffed. "You’re young, that’s why you’re thinking like this. You will thank me later in the future when I set you up with a good rich man. But for now, I want this man to get out

Lord Ray was taken to the interrogation room of the National Barracks, where he was being tortured. By the time Marcus and Natalie arrived to ask him questions, he was already half dead. Beaten blue and black, purple patches all over his swollen face. As soon as he saw Marcus, he couldn’t help but cry and drop to his knees. “Please… forgive me. I will do whatever you want. Please, I can’t survive this much longer.” “I don’t have any right to forgive you. I’m not the one you offended, but the innocent girls.” He burst into tears. The torture was too much, and he was thinking of begging for death. Then Marcus said, “But I can ask them to stop if you answer all my questions correctly.” Lord Ray who was strapped tightly to the tied chair, his body shaking uncontrollably as pain shot through him. His voice broke as he struggled to speak. “I will… I swear I will,” he cried out repeatedly, his head jerking forward as if begging the air itself for mercy. Marcus stepped closer, express

Julia frowned and gazed at Marcus, who stayed calm. He was the one who ordered the ring. On his way to meet Julia, he remembered the engagement ring and, since he was in a hurry, he called one of his men to order it. When he reached the building, he scanned the address and sent it to him to delivered it here. Now Victoria was claiming it as hers. Marcus said, “This is my ring, which I ordered.” Victoria scoffed. “Stop with your lies and give me that ring. Elgin ordered this for me!” Everyone was confused. Marcus stood his ground that it was his, while Victoria claimed it too. Then Ms. Leah chimed in. “I don’t believe that someone who can’t name his father can afford this ring. What business are you into?” Marcus scoffed and said, “I am…” He really wanted to reveal himself, but Victoria interrupted again. “Look, what about you provide evidence that you ordered it? Since you did, there should be some kind of receipt on your phone.” Everyone nodded, seeing sense in Victo

Victoria was brewing with anger. She had made a joke of herself in front of everyone, so she angrily faced Elgin. “So, you bought me this cheap riff-raff ring and want to use it to propose to me!” she shouted at him. Elgin frowned, shocked, because Victoria wasn’t like this, and $50,000 wasn’t a joke of money. “This is a $50,000 ring. It isn’t riff-raff. You would have appreciated it more if you didn’t compare it to the Queen’s ring!” Victoria scoffed. “Look at what you’re saying. You just embarrassed me. I won’t fake this ring as an engagement one. I’m not wearing that fake shit.” “It isn’t fake…” “I don’t care. If you know you can’t spend something like the Queen’s ring, I don’t want it. You can leave!” she kept shouting. This made Elgin so angry. “You don’t even appreciate my love for you! You’re comparing my gift and calling it useless. Fine. Let’s break up! Never let us meet again, greedy witch!” He angrily left the room. As soon as he left, Victoria came to her senses. T

Hearing that, Marcus rushed in immediately. His steps were fast and heavy as he made his way straight to the treatment room, which was packed with equipment far more advanced than many hospitals. Several doctors surrounded Natalie, all speaking in tense, confused voices while trying different methods to stop her bleeding.The scene was chaotic. Machines beeped sharply. Gloves moved quickly. But nothing seemed to be working.Natalie lay on the bed motionless.Marcus pushed through the doctors. “Natalie!” he called, his voice rising with panic. “Natalie!”But she didn’t respond. Her eyes were closed. Her face looked pale, almost lifeless.“What the heck happened?” Marcus demanded, turning sharply to the nearest doctor.One of them stepped back, swallowing hard. “She arrived here with the guards, they were all badly injured,” he explained quickly. “She was also severely hurt. There’s heavy bleeding from her nose and internal bruises all over her body. We’ve tried everything, but we can