Craig Williams listened to the report from the guard in silence for a few seconds. The name “Crawford” echoed in his mind briefly, like a distant sound that failed to register as anything significant. Then he scoffed. It was a cold, dismissive sound that immediately revealed his stance. He leaned back in his leather chair, swirling the drink in his glass slowly, as though the matter being reported to him was no more important than a minor inconvenience. The Crawford family in Belton did have some influence, that much was undeniable. Their name carried weight in certain circles, and they had built a respectable reputation over time. But to Craig, reputation only mattered when it surpassed his own. And in his mind, nothing did. A faint smirk formed on his lips as he placed the glass down carefully on the table. “So what if it’s the Crawfords?” he said casually, almost amused by the idea. His tone carried a subtle arrogance, as though the very mention of the name was something

Upon hearing the word, "Stop!" everyone instinctively turned toward the source of the voice. The entire place fell silent. Who would dare interrupt these ruthless men? Had their superior finally arrived? Even the burly men paused and looked over their shoulders. It was Greg. The moment everyone recognized him, expressions of disbelief spread across their faces. "What the hell?" "Isn't that Claire's useless son-in-law?" "The live-in loser?" "What is he doing here?" "He actually dares to interfere?" The crowd looked at one another in confusion. Greg had always been known as the family's most insignificant member. He had no money, no influence, and certainly no reputation worth mentioning. How could someone like him have the courage to challenge these vicious men? Even Mac, the strongest among them, had already been beaten to the ground. What chance did Greg possibly have? Ignoring every mocking gaze directed at him, Greg calmly walked toward the center. Th