Speechless, Mr. Maxwell staggered backward, his steps unsteady as if the ground beneath him had shifted. He didn’t know how to process any of this—shock, disbelief, humiliation—they all tangled together in his chest.“How’s that even possible…?” Mrs. Maxwell looked around frantically, her voice trembling. She scoffed under her breath, shaking her head. “It’s not… it’s not… this doesn’t make any sense at all.”In contrast, Dylan stood still with a cold, composed expression. There was fury in his eyes, sharp and controlled, but beneath it was something darker—satisfaction. He was enjoying this. Watching their shock, their confusion, their crumbling pride—it pleased him.Shame hung heavily in the air around the Maxwells.Dylan scoffed softly. “I can’t believe how ungrateful you all are. After all this time, you’re still exactly the same.”His gaze settled on Mr. Maxwell, who still looked like a man trying to wake from a nightmare. Dylan tilted his head slightly before continuing, his ton

Mrs. Thorn instantly lifted her chin, her posture stiff with pride as she spoke without hesitation.“And why should I apologize to a lowlife like her?” she snapped. “I didn’t do anything wrong. She’s the one who ruined my expensive dress!”Dylan said nothing.He simply stood there, his gaze fixed on her, calm and unreadable.Taking his silence as an opportunity, Mrs. Thorn pressed on, her voice growing louder with confidence.“I will never apologize,” she declared firmly.Her eyes shifted toward Lea, filled with disdain.“My dress is worth more than everything she owns put together,” she added coldly. “But… maybe—just maybe—if this pathetic girl pays for my dress, I might consider apologizing.”A vicious smile curled on her lips as she spoke.In her mind, the situation was already settled. There was no way Lea could ever afford something like that. The dress was a high-end designer piece gifted to her by Mrs. Maxwell—something far beyond the reach of someone like Lea.Mrs. Thorn felt

As soon as he said that, they all exchanged confused glances before turning back to stare at him.What proof could he possibly have this time?Mr. Maxwell still believed, deep down, that Dylan was bluffing.But Dylan simply smiled and took out his phone.That alone made everyone curious.Why a phone?They watched in silence as he dialed a number and held the device to his ear, waiting for the call to connect.The room grew quiet.Then, finally—“Oh, hello. Is this GALAXY Enterprise?” Dylan said casually. “Oh, that’s great. I’d like to speak with your manager right now.”The moment the words GALAXY Enterprise left his mouth, Mr. Maxwell, Mrs. Maxwell, and Oliver all froze.Their expressions changed instantly.Shock, Disbelief.And something else… unease.They knew exactly what that company was.GALAXY Enterprise wasn’t just any random firm. It was a well-known organization responsible for handling high-level sponsorships. Anyone who wanted to sponsor major events had to go through comp

As soon as Mr. Maxwell got home, he was filled with rage. Without a second thought, he grabbed a glass of water from the table and smashed it against the floor in the sitting room.The sharp sound echoed through the house.Behind him stood Mrs. Maxwell, Oliver, and Emily. All three looked just as furious, still burning from everything that had happened that night.“How dare that bastard?!” Mr. Maxwell barked, his voice trembling with anger. “How is that even possible? He was gone for good! So how is he back?!”Oliver folded his arms, letting out a frustrated breath. “I don’t know… It doesn’t make any sense. And how did he come back even stronger?”Mr. Maxwell stared down at the table, his jaw tight. “It doesn’t matter. What matters is that brat is back—and he came just to ruin me! The audacity to walk into my event and destroy everything!”The humiliation still clung to him, heavy and suffocating.On their way home, the news had already spread across the internet. It was everywhere—ev

Oliver was restless all through the night.No matter how hard he tried, sleep wouldn’t come. Every time he closed his eyes, Dylan’s face flashed in his mind—the confidence, the calm, the way he had turned everything around and humiliated them in front of everyone.It made his blood boil.He tossed and turned on his bed, frustration building with every passing second. The more he thought about it, the more unbearable it became.Dylan was back.And not just back—but stronger.That alone was enough to keep Oliver wide awake.“I won’t let this slide…” he muttered under his breath, staring at the ceiling.Revenge.That was all he could think about.He wanted it immediately.Then suddenly, a thought crossed his mind.He froze.Of course.Dylan’s mother.Oliver sat up slowly, his eyes narrowing as the idea began to take shape.He was the one who had sold her off—to an underground mafia lord. No one else knew about it except him. It had been a clean, quiet deal. One he never expected would co