The cold, hard pavement hit Julian Musk's back with a sickening crunch. Rain poured from the dark evening sky, soaking his cheap suit instantly. Before Julian could even catch his breath, a cardboard box flew out of the open glass doors and crashed onto the ground right next to him. The box tore open. His favorite coffee mug shattered into sharp white pieces. Cheap blue pens, loose papers, and a small, framed photograph of a little girl scattered across the wet street.Two massive security guards stood at the entrance of the Rutherford Investments building. They looked like brick walls in black suits. One of them cracked his knuckles. "Stay down, kid," the guard growled. "Or the next time we throw you, it will be into traffic."Julian ignored the pain shooting up his arm. He scrambled to his knees, his eyes fixed on the man standing safely behind the thick glass doors.Marcus Rutherford, the billionaire CEO, wore a custom-made silver suit that cost more than Julian’s car. Marcus pus

The dirty rainwater dripped from Julian’s chin and landed on the priceless Persian rug with a soft splat.Inside the ultra-luxurious Aurelius menswear boutique, the silence was thick and heavy. The soft classical music playing from the ceiling speakers only made the quiet room feel more tense. Four tailors in perfect black suits stared at Julian as if a wild animal had just wandered into their pristine store.Before Julian could take another step, a tall, sharp-featured man marched across the room. He wore a perfectly tailored charcoal suit, a silver tie, and a shiny gold name tag that read: Mr. Caldwell, Store Manager.Mr. Caldwell stopped right in front of Julian. He did not look at Julian's face. He looked down at the muddy puddle forming around Julian’s cheap, wet shoes. His face twisted in absolute disgust."What do you think you are doing?" Mr. Caldwell hissed. His voice was low, sharp, and full of poison. "Do you have any idea where you are, you filthy vagrant? This is Aurelius

The inside of the luxury boutique was dead silent. The only sound was the heavy rain hitting the large glass windows outside.Julian Musk held Mr. Caldwell’s wrist in a grip as tight as iron. The arrogant store manager, who had just tried to steal Maya’s commission, gasped in pain. His face turned pale, and a single drop of sweat rolled down his forehead."Let go of me!" Mr. Caldwell hissed, trying to pull his arm away. But Julian did not move an inch. He stood his ground, his eyes burning with a cold, intense anger."Put her name back on the receipt," Julian said. His voice was low and dangerous. "She earned that money. Not you."Mr. Caldwell sneered, trying to hide his fear behind corporate rules. "You do not understand how luxury retail works, sir! This is a high-end boutique! Store policy clearly states that junior staff members cannot process VIP transactions. It is a security measure. I am the senior manager. I must put my name on the sale to protect the store!"Julian felt his

Outside the Platinum Grand Hotel, a line of expensive luxury cars waited in the valet lane. There were shiny black Mercedes, sleek silver Porsches, and massive Range Rovers. The rich elites of the city stood under the glowing golden awning of the hotel, chatting and showing off their expensive dresses and tailored tuxedos.But when that earth-shaking roar tore through the night, every single person stopped talking. They all turned their heads to look down the street.A hypercar pulled into the valet lane. It was a Koenigsegg Agera RS, painted in a deep, aggressive matte black with sharp red details. It looked like a spaceship mixed with a fighter jet. The engine growled like a caged beast, vibrating the glass windows of the grand hotel. The price tag on such a machine was easily over three million dollars.Inside the driver’s seat, Julian Musk took a deep breath.Just an hour ago, the golden System application on his phone had leased this incredible car for him using the five-million-

The heavy wooden gavel slipped from the auctioneer’s sweating fingers. It hit the wooden podium with a loud thwack and clattered onto the stage floor.In the massive, luxurious ballroom, that was the only sound.The silence was completely deafening. Hundreds of the richest people in the city stood frozen like statues. Every single eye was locked on Julian Musk, who was casually resting his chin on his hand, looking completely bored.At the main VIP table, Marcus Rutherford’s face turned from pale white to a deep, dangerous shade of purple. The expensive champagne he had choked on was now dripping down the front of his silver designer suit, ruining the silk fabric. He breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling in pure panic and rage.Sitting right next to Marcus, Chloe gripped the edge of the table so hard her knuckles turned white. Her perfect, manicured nails dug into the white tablecloth. She stared at Julian as if he were an alien from another planet. This was the man she had c