Marcus ignored the disdainful gazes from dozens of pairs of eyes around him. The man pulled the chair in front of the grand piano with a calm movement.His posture immediately straightened as he faced the rows of piano keys.His large fingers slowly lifted as if weighing the pull of gravity.The luxurious banquet hall was still filled with whispers of doubt.A second passed before Marcus’s fingers plunged sharply downward. He struck the piano keys with full force without any warning.The sound of the first crashing note shattered the night air.Marcus did not choose an ordinary classical piece for his opening.He played Opus Clavicembalisticum skillfully. This masterpiece is known as a deadly composition for pianists.The complex notes poured out under the pressure of his fingers. A series of heavy chords collided, creating a storm of melody.The tempo surged upward.Marcus’s fingers moved like lightning striking the keyboard. His movements created an optical illusion as if he possess

The footsteps of Marcus and Quinn echoed steadily, slicing through the silence of the night outside the Sterling residence. Victor’s angry shouts gradually faded behind them.The two of them quickly entered the black car that had been waiting in front of the iron gate.The atmosphere inside the car felt quiet and stiff. Quinn stared at the brown folder on her lap with an empty gaze for a moment.She then slowly turned her head toward her husband, who sat calmly in the driver’s seat."Marcus, who were those men in black suits earlier?" Quinn asked, breaking the silence between them.Her tone carried immense curiosity. Her beautiful eyes traced the lines of her husband’s face from the side.Marcus turned the steering wheel casually without taking his eyes off the road ahead.His face looked flat and expressionless as usual. "They’re just my old colleagues," he answered briefly without returning his wife’s gaze.Quinn frowned upon hearing that answer. "That many? What exactly was your jo

The giant man stomped his foot onto the canvas floor. His massive body shot forward, crashing through the air toward Marcus.He swung his fist, preparing to smash his opponent’s head."Crush his skull!" shouted a spectator from the edge of the arena."Make him eat his own teeth!" another man chimed in while throwing a plastic cup toward the ring.Marcus did not move his feet at all; he stared straight at the fist flying rapidly toward him.Just before the punch landed, the giant changed his movement.The big man’s left hand reached to his waist, pulling a curved knife from behind his belt.He slashed the weapon across toward Marcus’s neck."Die!" roared the giant while baring his rows of teeth.Diane turned her face away from her seat."Don’t splatter his filthy blood on me!" the middle-aged woman screamed with her eyes closed.Marcus lowered his stance, dodging without anyone noticing."What?" The giant widened his eyes upon realizing that his attack had only struck empty air.Marcus

The apartment door opened with a soft creak. Footsteps dragged across the threshold.Quinn immediately hurried over, her eyes widening at the sight of their arrival.Her usual calm expression shattered instantly.The woman ran toward her mother’s figure. Quinn rushed forward and embraced Diane tightly.Quinn’s sobs broke free, burying her face as she poured out all the emotions that had been churning within her over the past few hours.Diane returned her daughter’s embrace with a trembling body. Not a single word escaped her lips.After a while, Quinn slowly released the hug. She turned to look at her husband who stood silently.Without hesitation, Quinn pulled Marcus into her arms. The scent of sweat mixed with the metallic tang of blood immediately pierced her senses.Marcus returned the embrace with his right hand, allowing his wife to lean against his chest in search of comfort.Quinn’s breathing was still uneven as she held back the remnants of her tears. She pulled away and exam

Victor slammed a thick stack of old Langford Industries project documents onto his father's mahogany desk."The Langford project was only approved a few weeks ago and hasn’t even been carried out yet," Victor explained as he pulled out a red folder bearing the company’s logo."However, Quinn left far too many digital traces during the initial drafting phase before we kicked her out," the man continued with a widening grin.Sebastian leaned forward, tracing the sheets of white paper with his wrinkled fingers."What exactly are you showing me, Victor?" the old man asked as he adjusted his glasses."A ticket to prison for my beloved niece," Victor replied. "Langford refused to cooperate with us because they consider Quinn a valuable asset.""Then we simply need to uproot that ridiculous narrative," he continued."We turn Dominic Voss’s proud saintly hero into a greedy embezzler who manipulates corporate audits."He picked up a gold pen from the desk, pointing at a series of transactions o