The entire grand banquet hall fell into a thick, suffocating, and completely dead silence. It was a silence so deep that you could hear the tiny drops of sweat falling from the foreheads of the wealthy guests. Nobody breathed.Nobody moved. The national television cameras remained frozen, their lenses pointed directly at the bright white spotlight in the middle of the room.Patriarch Vance stood a few feet away, his mouth wide open like a fish out of water. His outstretched hands were still frozen in the empty air, trembling violently. Julian Vance’s face had turned from a proud purple into a sickly, ghostly green. His brain completely stopped working as he stared at the back of the powerful director.Vance kept his body bent at a perfect ninety degree angle in front of Christian’s table. He did not care about his multi million dollar suit wrinkling. He did not care about the hundreds of billionaires watching him. To him, the young man standing under the spotlight was the only person

Patriarch Vance stayed on his knees, his expensive navy blue suit wrinkling against the cold marble floor. Tears of pure terror rolled down his wrinkled face. He kept his hands pressed together, shaking them up and down toward Christian like a beggar asking for a piece of bread.Please, Master Sterling, the old patriarch begged, his voice loud and cracking through the silent room. Spare my family. I am an old man, and my son is a blind fool. He did not know your holy face. We will give Clara and her father everything. We will give them our best luxury mansions.We will cancel the old debt completely. Just please do not drop the ten billion dollar contract. If you leave us, our entire lineage is finished.The hundred billionaires in the room watched the old man crawl on the floor, their faces full of total shock. This was the head of the powerful Vance family, a man who used to look down on everyone in the city. Now, he was groveling like a dog at the feet of a young man he had called

The heavy barrels of the twenty assault rifles gleamed under the bright banquet lights. The mercenaries held their weapons perfectly steady, their fingers resting tightly on the triggers. They formed a tight circle of death around the high stage, trapping Christian and Director Vance completely.The wealthy guests in the hall screamed in pure terror, scrambling over chairs and knocking down luxury dining tables as they rushed to find safety along the walls. The media reporters dropped their heavy video cameras, their faces pale as white sheets as they realized a bloody execution was about to happen on live television.Thomas Sterling stood right outside the circle of armed men, his chest puffed out with a sick, triumphant pride. He looked up at Christian with a wide, murderous grin.You see this, everyone, Thomas shouted into his microphone, his voice echoing across the chaotic room. This imposter thought he could walk into our city and stage a massive corporate coup. He thought he co

The black barrels of the twenty high caliber assault rifles locked onto Thomas’s head with a cold, metallic sound. Evelyn let out a high pitched shriek of pure terror, dropping to her knees and covering her face with her trembling hands.Thomas felt his legs turn to absolute jelly. He looked into the dark holes of the guns he had paid for, realizing his own wealth had turned into his execution squad.Christian walked down the wooden steps of the high stage slowly. Every step he took felt like a giant stone crushing Thomas’s chest. The twenty mercenaries stepped back instantly, opening a path for the true king while keeping their weapons aimed directly at the traitors.Christian stopped right in front of Thomas, looking down at his cousin’s terrified, sweaty face. The white designer tuxedo Thomas wore was already stained with cold sweat and dirt from the marble floor.Please, Christian, Thomas whimpered, his voice dropping into a high, pathetic squeak as he looked up. We are family. We

Christian stood perfectly still in the middle of the quiet VIP hallway. The red flashing lights from the military tablet screen reflected off his sharp face, making his icy blue eyes look incredibly dangerous.He did not panic at all. He held the black device in his large hand with a steady, unshakeable grip, his mind working like a high speed supercomputer.So, she thinks she can fly away after everything she did, Christian said softly. His voice was very quiet, but it carried a terrifying coldness that made Director Vance step back by a full inch. She thinks a private jet can save her from the hands of the Sovereign Founder.Master Christian, what are your orders, Vance asked quickly, bowing his head in absolute attention. The jet is already warming up its engines on the hidden north runway.We only have less than ten minutes before they lift off into the clouds. If she escapes to the capital city, it will be much harder to drag her back to justice.Christian handed the black tablet