The airplane had just landed when Conor Grey stepped out of the cabin, dressed in simple, casual clothes that made him look no different from any other traveler. A loose jacket, dark jeans, and a faintly lazy expression—no one around him could possibly guess that this man was the legendary founder of Phoenix, the one known across the underworld and business world alike as the ‘King of the Gods.´Beside him walked Nick, his right-hand man whose tense posture contrasted sharply with Conor’s relaxed demeanor. Nick’s eyes moved constantly, scanning every corner of the terminal as though danger could appear at any moment.“Boss,” Nick muttered in a low voice, leaning slightly closer, “you really shouldn’t show your real face here. This is a public airport. Too many people. Too many eyes. If someone recognizes you—”Conor stretched lazily and interrupted him with a faint smile.“Relax, Nick.”His tone was calm, almost amused.“In this world,” he said casually, “there’s no one who can thre

Olivia’s lips twitched, a mixture of exasperation and amusement threatening to break her composure. Conor’s shameless grin was infuriatingly charming, and for a moment, she almost laughed out loud. Before she could react further, a small, pitiful voice piped up from behind them. “Mommy… should take Daddy home,” Lily murmured, clutching Conor’s arm with innocent insistence. Olivia froze, blinking at the sight of the little girl’s earnest expression. Speechless, she gave a sharp sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Fine,” she muttered finally, her voice tinged with reluctant resignation. “You’re lucky. Come home with me. I have an important task for you—pretend to be my husband.” Nick, standing beside the car, froze. His eyes widened in shock. Conor merely tilted his head, smiling calmly, and followed Olivia. After a few steps, he glanced back at Nick. “Nick, your ride should be here, right? I’ll go home with my wife first—we’ll meet later.” Nick’s mouth opened, then c

The room fell into absolute, suffocating silence. John’s hands shook as he gripped the phone. “W-what? Director Karim… what did I do wrong?!” His voice rose, cracking slightly under panic. “I-I followed procedure, I secured the investment! Why… why am I being fired?!” From the phone, Karim’s furious voice thundered again, carrying authority that silenced the room: “Don’t you dare speak to me like that, John Gaston! Don’t you know who you offended?!” The words hung in the air. Every head in the hall turned slowly toward Conor. Murmurs began to ripple through the room—sharp, questioning, incredulous. Could this calm, simple and composed man really be someone… important?A big shot? Conor remained completely still, hands casually in his pockets, expression perfectly unreadable. Ronan’s grip on his cane tightened. For the first time, uncertainty crept into his aged, commanding voice. “You…” His sharp eyes locked onto Conor. “Who exactly are you?” The question hung in

For a heartbeat— No one moved. Then the shock hit all at once. “He… he actually hit them…?” someone whispered. “Those are Titan Group’s people…” “Is he insane?!” Ronan’s cane slipped from his hand, clattering loudly against the marble floor. His body swayed before he collapsed back into his chair, his face ashen. “It’s over…” he muttered, his voice hollow. “We’re finished… completely finished…” His fingers trembled uncontrollably. “Titan Group… we’ve offended Titan Group…” Carl, who had been standing proudly just moments ago, quietly took a step back. Then another. His eyes darted toward the exit, calculation flashing across his face. This is bad… this is really bad… That idiot actually attacked them! Titan Group won’t let this go. Not just him—the entire Nelson family will be dragged down… His jaw tightened. I can’t stay here. If things escalate, I’ll be implicated too… Without drawing attention, he subtly blended into the crowd, inching farther awa

For a long moment— No one spoke. No one even breathed. Then— “That’s impossible!!” Emma’s shrill scream shattered the silence. She stepped forward, her face twisted with disbelief, finger pointing straight at Conor. “There’s no way this is real!” she snapped. “John has already fled the city! DragonTech just fired him—there’s no one left who could help us! So this is a lie!” Her voice rose higher, almost hysterical. “You expect us to believe you arranged this?!” she laughed sharply. “Who do you think you are?!” She turned to the others, eyes blazing. “This is fake! It has to be fake! That call—he must have arranged it in advance! A staged call, a fake invitation—just to fool us!” Murmurs broke out again. Ronan, who had been stunned moments ago, slowly narrowed his eyes. “…Fake?” he muttered. Doubt crept back into his expression. He looked at Conor again—this time more carefully. Simple clothes. Calm demeanor. No sign of wealth or power. Could someone like this… real