Jonathan nodded, his expression remaining relaxed. "Don't worry, Ma'am. I'll use common sense. Violence is the last resort, and I'll do my best not to use it."About half an hour later, their car drove into the parking area of Athena Hospital. Supervisor Merlina, who was already very familiar with the place, immediately led Jonathan toward the elevator and took him to the top floor, where the hospital's main office was located.They stopped in front of a magnificent mahogany door. After waiting for a while, the door finally opened, and they were invited inside.Inside the spacious and luxurious room, a middle-aged, overweight man sat authoritatively behind a large desk. His thinning hair, which was almost bald, was neatly combed to the side in an attempt to conceal his baldness. His fleshy face looked intimidating, with slightly flushed cheeks. His fat hand held a cigar, its smoke slowly rising into the air. Beside him stood a young and beautiful secretary who was ready to carry out h

Nael, who had initially arrived filled with anger, was now frozen in place. In fact, he and his men had not come to the hospital today without a reason. A "Medical Dispute" had been scheduled. It was a scheme they often carried out in various hospitals, where they deliberately caused trouble and accused the hospital of medical malpractice in order to extort compensation money. But who could have expected that the person they would encounter was Jonathan, a man whose strength they had already experienced firsthand?Cold sweat poured down Nael's temples. In his mind, the image of a single kick from Jonathan that could leave someone battered continued to replay over and over. It felt as though his bones were still aching whenever he remembered their previous encounter. Truly, he had no courage to deal with this man again."G-Guru... this..." Nael stammered, his eyes darting around as he searched for a way to save himself from this difficult situation. His head lowered, not daring to look

In the magnificent presidential office on the top floor of Dayantara Tower, Mella sat behind her spacious desk. Her slender fingers twirled an expensive pen, but her eyes were blank as they stared at the documents before her. Her mind was not focused on the financial reports at all. Instead, her thoughts had drifted far away to Athena Hospital.Jonathan's figure continued to linger in her mind. Based on her calculation of the time, she and Supervisor Merlina should have arrived there long ago. What was happening now? How was the negotiation going? Would that hot-tempered Jonathan end up fighting with Boss Timothy, who was notorious for being stubborn?Mella let out a long sigh. "Ah, at least it's like losing one soldier to save a thousand," she whispered to herself, trying to calm her heart. "It's only natural that he needs more time." Yet another worry quickly overwhelmed her. Jonathan was easily provoked, while Boss Timothy was equally stubborn. What if a serious confrontation broke

Supervisor Merlina recounted the entire debt collection process with great enthusiasm and vivid expressions, as if she were reliving that tense moment all over again. Listening to her story, Mella and Felinia were stunned, unable to believe what they were hearing. They felt that the story was even more thrilling and nerve-racking than any police and gangster movie they had ever watched.After Supervisor Merlina excused herself and left, the office fell silent. Mella and Felinia continued staring at each other with wide eyes, astonished and still unable to fully believe the story they had just heard.Felinia raised a hand and ran it through her curly blonde hair, her expression filled with confusion. "I really don't understand," she said, her voice filled with deep curiosity. "Why are those ruthless mafia people so afraid of Jonathan? He's just a small-time thug. They obeyed him so obediently, like grandchildren standing before their grandfather."Mella slowly shook her head, faint wri

Madam Wivarda and her granddaughter Dina finished their dinner in high spirits after reaching their agreement on the bet. The warm and intimate atmosphere between grandmother and granddaughter continued well into the night.The next day, it was time for the lottery drawing. Normally, Dina almost never remembered the lottery tickets she bought, often even forgetting to check the results. However, because of the bet she had made with her grandmother, for the first time, she deliberately sat in front of the television, waiting with a slight sense of nervousness despite still having her doubts.While holding the slightly crumpled lottery ticket, Dina stared at the colored balls spinning on the screen. Deep down, she still felt that it was impossible. "Could I really win big? Grandma must have just been joking," she thought while shaking her head.The drawing began right on schedule. With focused eyes, Dina repeatedly compared the numbers appearing on the television screen with the ticket