Ronan nodded slowly, his expression settling into certainty. “Carl is right,” he said firmly. “We were almost shaken by that nonsense.” Emma immediately agreed. “Yes, Grandpa. Conor just got lucky. That’s all.” Carl gave a small, confident smile. “That’s the truth.” Ronan straightened his suit. “Let’s go in.” The Nelson family finally moved toward the entrance again. Their steps were faster now, more confident. In their minds, everything was already clear. Conor was nothing more than a man pretending to be important. Inside the venue… They would expose him. They would show everyone he didn’t belong there. **** Inside the venue, everything looked unreal. Crystal lights hung from the high ceiling like frozen starlight, scattering a soft glow over the entire hall. Gentle music floated through the air while servers in sharp black suits moved silently between guests, offering drinks as though even their footsteps had been rehearsed. Olivia stood slightly be

At that moment, Nick’s face had already turned dark. He was extremely irritated. Especially after seeing Olivia almost cry while Conor stood there silently with cold eyes. Anyone who knew Conor well would understand: that silence was dangerous. Nick slowly walked forward. Cristina followed beside him with a serious expression. The fat man was still shouting proudly at the guards. “Throw them out immediately!” Then suddenly— Tap. Someone touched his shoulder, it was Nick. The fat man turned around impatiently. “What now—” His voice instantly stopped. The moment he saw Cristina, all the color drained from his face. His fat body shook slightly. “Miss… Miss Cristina…” Cristina looked at him coldly. There was no smile on her face anymore. “You said you are a DragonTech manager?” she asked calmly. The man forced out an ugly smile. “I-I…” Cristina directly interrupted him. “He is not a DragonTech manager.” Her voice was clear and cold. “He doe

Hearing Carl’s words, Conor finally moved slightly. He glanced calmly toward Nick, just one look. That was enough. Nick instantly understood. His expression did not change at all. He quietly stepped beside Cristina and whispered something into her ear. Cristina listened silently. Then she gave a small nod. “Understood,” she replied softly. Meanwhile, Ronan was still staring at Olivia with anger. “Apologize to Carl,” he ordered coldly. Olivia froze. “Grandpa…” Ronan’s voice became heavier. “Carl has helped this family again and again.” “And look at your attitude!” Emma immediately added from the side, “That’s right!” “If not for Carl, we wouldn’t even have the chance to stand here!” Carl kept a calm expression on the surface. But inside, he felt extremely satisfied. He enjoyed this feeling very much. Especially seeing Conor standing there silently. Carl looked at Olivia proudly. “You don’t need to thank me,” he said generously. “I’m only

Carl looked at Olivia again. His patience was gone. “Let’s go,” he said coldly. He reached out and grabbed her wrist. But before he could pull her— A hand suddenly stopped him. Conor stepped in front of Olivia. His eyes were calm, but very cold. Carl frowned. “What do you think you’re doing?” Conor didn’t answer. He just raised his hand. Slap. Carl’s head turned sharply to the side. Before he could react— Slap. Another clear slap landed on the other side. The sound echoed in the hall. Carl froze. His cheek turned red instantly. The whole area went silent. Conor’s voice was low. “My wife is not someone you can touch.” Carl slowly turned back. His eyes were dark now. Full of anger. “You… slapped me?” His voice was shaking. Then his expression twisted. “Do you know what you just did?” He slowly pulled out his phone. His fingers moved quickly. He turned away slightly and whispered into the phone very low and very cold. No o

Conor caught Olivia before she hit the ground. His arms held her tightly. But his face had completely changed. There was no warmth left at all. Only terrifying coldness. Conor carefully laid Olivia against the car door. Then he pulled out his phone. His fingers pressed one number directly. The call connected almost instantly. “King—” Nick had just spoken when— “My daughter has been kidnapped.” Conor’s voice was ice cold. The moment Nick heard those words— A chill ran straight down his spine. His face changed completely. For years, he had followed Conor through blood and war. He knew exactly what this tone meant. The God King… was truly enraged. And when the God King became enraged— People died. Lots of people. Nick immediately stood up. His voice became sharp and serious. “Who did it?” “Titan Group,” Conor replied coldly. Then one final sentence: “Find my daughter.” Nick stood frozen for one second. Then suddenly— “MOVE!” His furious roar exploded through