[Daddy, why aren't you answering me? I'm Laurel. I sent you so many messages. Why didn't you reply.][I-I'm so scared. The bad men locked me up. I can't find Mom.]The notification sound chimed. Junior picked up his phone. The voice message was from an unknown number. It was a series of messages from a little girl, her voice trembling with fear.[Sweetheart, you've sent to a wrong person. I'm not your dad. Are you in trouble?] Junior Anderson adjusted his emotions and replied.This number had already sent him two messages last night with similar content. But in the midst of the bloodshed, he hadn't had the time to deal with these mistakenly sent messages.They were at the border between Westcrest and Eastoria, where soldiers from both countries had been battling for three months. It was a living hell, with dismembered bodies and blood scattered everywhere. Junior plunged his bloodstained war blade into the ground beside a headless corpse, the former commander of the enemy forces.Five

In Room 808 of the Royal Feast Pavilion in Keklia Town, a man and a woman sat on a plush sofa.The man, around twenty-eight, was impeccably dressed in designer brands, exuding confidence. He had a cigar in his left hand and a glass of red wine in his right.The woman, Rosemary, had a stunning beauty that could make the goddesses envious. Around twenty-five, she had delicate features, a graceful figure, and flawless skin. She was known as the most beautiful woman in Eastoria and was also Laurel’s mother. At this moment, her eyes were red and her face was full of sorrow. And her body were trembling slightly."Mr. Morley, please... please help me find my daughter," Rosemary pleaded and bowed before the young master. Her voice was choked with sobs."Huh, Rosemary, I bet you never thought you'd be begging me for help, did you?" Alberta Morley sneered, then taking a puff of his cigar and blowing the smoke into her face.He continued to mock her, "You always acted so proud, looking down on g

Junior's heart skipped a beat, excitement evident in his expression. "Where are they? How's Laurel? Let's go right away!"But Timothy wiped his brow with a sigh. "They... they're already dead.""What!?" Junior frowned, a sense of unease creeping over him. He glanced worriedly in the direction Rosemary had left, then thought for a moment. "Let's go see!"A few minutes later, in the car, Timothy drove while saying, "Commander, I know you two argued fiercely just now, but Ms. Jackson... she shouldn't be that kind of woman. Is there a misunderstanding?"Junior took a deep breath. "I don't want to believe it either, but... isn't the fact staring us in the face?"Timothy wanted to say something more but Junior cut him off coldly. "Don't worry about me and her. Just drive faster, finding Laurel is more urgent!""Alright!" Timothy accelerated and then continued, "Commander, don't worry too much, Laurel will be fine!"Then he added, "Oh, and earlier, when I interrogated that Alberta, he was so

Azure Sky Dining, one of the most upscale restaurants in Keklia Town. Normally, only the wealthy or influential dine here—definitely not a place for ordinary white-collar workers. Today, starting from the afternoon, the restaurant turned away all walk-in customers with the reason that Clark was hosting his birthday party here tonight.Initially grumbling patrons quickly shut their mouths upon hearing Master Larson's name and hurriedly left. Clark, known as Master Larson, was the king of the Keklia Town underworld! Not only ordinary people but even the prominent families of Keklia Town treated him with utmost respect.By 6 pm, the restaurant lobby was bustling with lively chatter. Apart from the underworld figures of Keklia Town, representatives from various major families also sent generous gifts. However, to avoid suspicion, they left promptly after presenting their offerings.At six-and-eight, a Maybach pulled up at the restaurant's entrance. Shortly after, Clark, surrounded by his

“Great. That little bastard should feel honored—her heart will be transplanted into Master Omar’s daughter,” someone nearby sneered.At those words, Omar’s spirits lifted. His daughter had been waiting nearly two months for this surgery. The Maldonado family had exhausted every option, and at last, there was progress.As for Laurel’s life, Omar couldn’t care less. To him, people were simply born into different stations. Allowing this low-life’s heart to save his daughter was, in his view, already a mercy."Congratulations, Master Omar!" two rich young men exclaimed simultaneously."Haha, thank you!" Omar laughed heartily. He raised his glass and drank it all in one go.Boom! At that moment, a gust of wind shattered the private room into splinters, sending wood fragments flying."Ah..." The girls screamed in unison."Damn, who dares cause trouble here? Are they tired of living?" The tall guy was startled. He got up and walked towards Junior and Timothy. "Where did you losers come from?