Ronan and Emma were still overwhelmed with excitement as the car sped back toward the Nelson family mansion. Neither of them could stop smiling. A DragonTech partnership. Even now, it felt unreal. They had dreamed about climbing into the upper circle for years, but they never imagined DragonTech would actually choose the Nelson family. What shocked them even more was that the powerful Norman family hadn’t become partners themselves. Emma still couldn’t believe it. “The Norman family actually lost…” she muttered in disbelief. Ronan nodded slowly, still shaken by the thought. “Thankfully, Carl Norman wasn’t too angry with us.” He let out a long breath of relief. “And thankfully… he still loves Olivia.” Emma crossed her arms coldly. “That ungrateful girl should stay with him and help protect this family for once.” Deep down, Emma felt secretly satisfied. She truly hated Olivia. And in the darkest corner of her heart— She almost wished Carl would never let

Conor searched the entire mansion. One room after another. The kitchen. The storage room. The back hallway. Even outside near the garden. Fifteen minutes passed. But to him, it felt like hours. The entire house was too quiet. Finally, Conor stopped near the old laundry room behind the kitchen. The door was half open and a faint sound came from inside. Conor pushed the door open fully. Then his eyes darkened. A housemaid was lying on the cold floor beside a broken shelf. Her face was swollen. There was blood near the corner of her mouth. One side of her uniform was torn. She looked barely conscious. Conor immediately crouched beside her. “Wake up.” His voice was still cold, but lower now. The maid weakly moved her fingers. Her eyes slowly opened halfway. “Sir…” Her voice sounded very weak. Conor lightly tapped her shoulder. “Were you the one who called Olivia?” The maid tried to answer. But her lips barely moved. She looked too weak to even speak properly.

The moment Conor understood everything— His eyes became completely dark, so this was the truth. In order to gain favor with that powerful figure… Titan Group kidnapped Lily. Not for money, not for revenge, but to take her heart. For one second, nobody in the security room dared move. Then, Conor turned around and walked out. No hesitation. No emotion. Then— Conor turned around and walked out. No hesitation and no emotion. Only killing intent. Step. Step. Step. His footsteps echoed softly through the dark hallway outside. Ahead, several guards were laughing near a storage area. None of them noticed him yet. One thug yawned lazily. “When this job is done, Titan Group better pay double.” Another guard laughed. “They will. This little girl is worth more than gold.” The moment he finished speaking, Conor moved. Whoosh! A black shadow flashed forward. Crack! The first thug’s neck twisted instantly. Before the body even hit the ground… Bang! Conor’s f

Inside the luxurious room, a massive screen displayed the estate’s security footage. Hallways filled with blood. Bodies scattered everywhere. Guards falling one after another. And at the center of it all: Conor. Walking forward while holding a black handgun in one hand and a bloodstained blade in the other. Bang! A guard on the screen was shot directly between the eyes. His body dropped instantly. The elderly woman watched calmly while sipping her tea. Instead of anger, she smiled disdainfully. “Hmph. So this is the man causing all this noise?” Her voice was filled with contempt. “A reckless little beast.” Behind her stood several elite bodyguards dressed in black suits. Every one of them carried weapons. Their expressions were cold and disciplined. One of them stepped forward respectfully. “Madam, should we activate the internal lockdown?” The old woman waved her hand dismissively. “No need.” Her sharp eyes remained fixed on the screen. Cono

“Bullets are useless against a C-rank martial artist.” His voice echoed confidently through the ruined hallway. “To weak trash, guns are terrifying.” He pointed at himself. “But against someone like me?” A dangerous smile spread across his scarred face. “They’re nothing.” Victor kept walking forward slowly. Confidence filled every step. The guards behind him looked excited again. “Mister Victor is going to crush him!” “That idiot finally understands guns are useless!” “He’s dead now!” But then, Connor suddenly smiled. A cold, mocking smile. Disdain filled his eyes as he looked at Victor. To Connor… A mere C-rank martial artist was nothing. No different from a baby trying to act dangerous. Victor frowned slightly after seeing that expression. “…What are you smiling at?” Connor said nothing. He simply looked at the handgun in his hand for one second, then he casually threw it away. Clang. The gun slid across the blood-covered floor. The ent