The moment Harry’s finger firmly pressed the button for the tenth floor, a suffocating silence dropped over the crowded elevator. Julia’s heart skipped a violent beat. She stared at the glowing number ten on the digital panel, completely shocked at his absolute, unshakeable confidence. But her shock quickly turned into a wave of pure, defensive fury.​She stepped forward, her face contorting with rage as she demanded an immediate explanation from her husband. "Harry! Are you completely out of your mind?!" she shrieked, her voice echoing off the gold-paneled walls. "How can you be so utterly overconfident that you choose the absolute wrong option just to show off in front of all these distinguished guests?! Look at you, standing there like a king when you are nothing but a beggar! Aren't you even a single bit afraid of being brutally exposed the very second this lift refuses to move because of your fake, stolen card?! You are going to make a complete fool out of me, and I am still lega

Lara, the General Manager, quickly composed herself before she stepped into the tense circle. Her eyes were fixed entirely on the high-tech glowing console by the door. She reached out with smooth, careful hands and picked up the midnight-black VIP card from the slot for a closer inspection. She flipped it over, twisting it under the bright lights so that the the invisible holographic seal was shining bright enough to be noticed by her, and the custom laser engraving that only the highest corporate board members of Horizon Enterprises could ever authorize.The moment her fingers felt the premium alloy weight, her face went from professional seriousness to absolute shock. Her knees almost buckled right then and there. The day she had only dreamed about…and was it necessary that this drama would happen now? Without wasting a single second, Lara turned away from the shouting couple and faced Harry. She lowered her upper body into a deep bow, her voice trembling with immense fear and s

Inside the tenth-floor private suite, the atmosphere was completely different from the chaotic hallway. Soft, classical piano music played from hidden speakers, and a private waiter was ready to introduce their curated menu of world-class dishes onto the gold-rimmed plates. Harry and Clara sat opposite next to the massive glass window, looking out over the shimmering city lights.​As the dinner drew to a close, Clara smiled warmly, reaching down for her designer purse and pulling out a sleek gold credit card. ​"Mr. Kipling, please let me take care of the bill tonight," Clara said, her voice full of genuine sincerity. "Although my own family back home is quite wealthy and successful, I have honestly never possessed the status required to step foot on this legendary tenth floor before tonight. Eating here with you was a dream come true, and since I invited you to make up for the unpleasantness at the auction, it is only right that I pay for this wonderful experience."​Harry let out

Harry’s chest heaved with rage as he stared at the sneering face of his mother-in-law. "For your kind information, I am not legally divorced yet! The papers haven't even been signed or filed, so don't try to twist the reality in your favour. As long as the law says we are married, I have every single right to walk through this door and gather what belongs to me!" Rosalie let out a loud screech of laughter, crossing her arms tightly over dress. "Oh, listen to him! You're not divorced yet? Don't make me laugh, you cheapskate! I've already heard everything from my Julia, about what you did at the auction house today! You've already hooked up with many desperate women with pennies to spend, haven't you? Your sugar mommies must have bought you this fancy suit and sponsored your shopping, so why on earth can't you just have the decency to let my poor daughter go? Why are you still clinging to us like a leech?" She stepped closer, her eyes glittering with pride as she continued to humil

The air rushed past Harry's ear, and his sharp instincts kicked in at the very last second. He violently ducked his body to the left, and the heavy ceramic vase narrowly missed his skull, smashing violently against the wall behind them and exploding into sharp shards, flying through the air. ​Harry spun around instantly as a cold sweat broke out on his neck. He stared at the shattered pieces, then raised his furious eyes to look at his idiot brother-in-law. Harry's frame was tall, towering over Kevin, who was still clutching the sharp porcelain neck tightly in his sweating hand. Harry's anger refused to subside– in fact, this cowardly backstabbing attempt was his final straw. He demanded furiously, "Are you trying to kill me, Kevin?! What the hell do you think you are trying to do right now?!"​Kevin could see the terrifying fire flashing in Harry's eyes, and every instict was telling him to run and hide. But the next moment, he realised that this parasite was completely dependent