Marcus’s closing sentence brought an end to the entire chaos in the hospital VIP lobby. The man in the leather jacket turned his body, facing away from the medical staff.Marcus walked calmly toward the main exit area. Quinn followed her husband’s steps from behind in silence.Quinn’s father’s condition had been handled by the best medical team. The middle-aged man was now resting peacefully in a VVIP room upstairs.Cold air greeted the two of them as they stepped out of the hospital area. The journey home to the East District apartment took thirty minutes. The short trip passed without a single conversation.Quinn rested her head against the car window. Her eyes stared blankly at the crowded streets.Her mind was still filled with questions about what had happened at the hospital.Marcus held the steering wheel with one hand. His facial expression was as flat as a board. He let the silence take over the atmosphere between them.Their car finally stopped in the parking area of the Eas

The morning sunlight illuminated the city of Eastmere. Quinn stepped out of her apartment lobby. The autumn breeze brushed against her face.She couldn’t sleep well all night. Marcus’s promise had indeed calmed her nerves for a moment. However, her uncle’s threat still lingered in her mind.Quinn needed fresh air. She wanted to clear her head from all this chaos. Her steps carried her toward the city center.This area was filled with skyscrapers and elite business centers. Quinn walked along the brick sidewalk. She stopped in front of a luxurious restaurant with a classic design.It was a place she used to visit often. Back when she still held a position at Sterling Group. A neatly dressed waiter opened the engraved glass door for her.The aroma of roasted coffee and warm bread immediately greeted her senses. Soft jazz music played from hidden speakers. The lady chose a table in the corner of the room.A place far from the main crowd. She just wanted to sit quietly and enjoy the morni

"You may not know who you're looking at right now," the man said. His tone was filled with arrogance. "My name is James Herald."Marcus did not give any reaction at all. His face remained as expressionless as ice."Maybe you don’t know the Herald family because you’re too poor and uneducated," James continued. He puffed out his chest. "My family is an extraordinary one."Chloe smiled widely at his side. She stroked James’s arm in a coquettish manner. Her gaze looked Marcus up and down with disdain."The Herald family owns dozens of luxury properties," Chloe added. Her voice was deliberately raised. "They are also shareholders in various companies. Poor people like you are not even worthy of mentioning their name."James lifted his chin high. He enjoyed the praise from his lover. His gaze fell back on Quinn and Marcus."We are the elite who drive the economy," James said. He spun his gold ring. "Our family holds tremendous influence."Marcus remained silent where he stood. Completely i

James, the fraud kept staring at the restaurant exit with ragged breaths.The debt collectors in black suits were momentarily distracted. They were busy watching the fight between Chloe and Hannah on the floor.Terrified out of his wits at the sight of the group of debt collectors ready to break his bones, he immediately ran off in panic.He took off at full speed, leaving the restaurant without caring about Chloe at all.The sharp clatter of his leather shoes echoed as he bumped into several empty chairs. The coward kept running without looking back even once.Soon, the debt collectors chased after him.The loud slam of the main door snapped the people around the table back to their senses. Chloe, who was still fighting with Hannah, immediately stopped grappling.Her grip on Hannah’s hair slowly loosened.Chloe’s breath came in gasps as she endured the pain all over her body. Her eyes caught the back of the suited man running away.Chloe stared at James’s departure in disbelief.The

Marcus's provocative sentence shattered the silence in the old industrial area. The assassins dressed in black immediately responded with synchronized movements.Serrated daggers and short swords swung viciously, targeting the vital points of Marcus's body.One assassin swung his sword from behind Marcus's back. The weapon shot swiftly toward the base of the target's neck with deadly intent.However, Marcus did not turn around at all. The man merely tilted his shoulder a few centimeters to the right.The blade narrowly missed, slicing through empty air right beside his ear.Instead of being slaughtered within the encirclement, Marcus began to fight back.He moved like a deadly dance among the slashes of the assassins' sharp weapons.He stepped lightly, avoiding every dagger strike. His body spun smoothly, slipping out of the deadly encirclement of weapons.Steel blades whistled alternately near his ears, neck, and face.Marcus responded to the rain of attacks with only slight movement