Flames roared into the night sky outside the casino. Patrons and staff scattered in every direction, shouting and stumbling over one another in their panic. Within minutes, squad cars arrived, their sirens cutting through the chaos. The moment the officers stepped out of their vehicles, the casino manager bolted toward them like a drowning man lunging for a life preserver."It's him! That man right there!" The manager's voice cracked with terror as he thrust a shaking finger toward Robert Depp, who stood a short distance away, watching the scene with unsettling calm. "He murdered our boss and burned down the casino!"Several officers approached Robert immediately. One of them, a stern-faced man with graying temples, studied him for a moment before speaking. The flames reflected in the officer's eyes as he looked from the burning building to the calm man standing beside it. "Did you kill someone?"Robert didn't flinch. He didn't offer excuses or denials. He simply met

Lily Lohan acted as though Robert Depp had not spoken at all. She strode forward with long, determined steps, her back straight and her jaw set, and the anger she had been holding in all morning simmered just beneath that composed surface. Why had Robert been so reckless? Why had he gone off to kill a man? If he had ended up behind bars for the rest of his life, her family would have been trapped in guilt forever, and there would have been nothing any of them could have done about it.She had spent the whole morning waiting, with her hands folded tight in her lap and her eyes fixed on the door, counting the minutes until it finally opened. She had sworn to herself that she would not cry, no matter what she saw on the other side, and she had kept that promise. Now her legs were still shaking, and the only way she knew how to hide it was to walk faster than anyone could follow.At least now Robert was safe.She could finally breathe again. They did not owe him anything

In Liverton, at a bathhouse that kept its doors well away from the main streets, the air was thick with steam. It was so dense that it clung to the walls and pooled in the corners like fog, pressing down on everything and turning every breath into an effort. Somewhere in the back, water dripped in slow, rhythmic beats against tile.Black Dragon reclined in the center of the steam room, a towel draped loosely across his lap. Sweat poured down his skin in rivulets, tracing the edges of an elaborate Black Dragon tattoo that coiled across nearly every inch of his body. The ink covered so much of him that it was difficult to tell where flesh ended and art began. The Dragon's scales seemed to shift in the steam, its claws flexing with each slow breath he took. In the hazy heat, the effect was unsettling, almost monstrous. He looked less like a man and more like something ancient that had crawled out of myth and decided to stay.His eyes were closed, his breathing steady. He didn

Three hundred million dollars for two plots of land.Garrett Lohan turned sharply to face Logan Lohan, his tone cutting. "Have you lost your mind?"The words sliced through the room, sharp enough to make the air feel thinner. Logan stood behind his father, spine straight, hands clasped loosely at his sides. He met Garrett's gaze without flinching, his voice steady despite the weight of the accusation pressing down on him."Dad, these two properties are in prime locations. Sure, they're not worth three hundred million, but they're easily worth over a hundred million. I spent an extra hundred million, yes, but in doing so, I secured Mr. Zero's project. That means we get the eighty million dollar investment, establish a long-term partnership with Foster Group, and most importantly, we position Mooncrest Group to multiply its market value several times over. This isn't reckless spending. It's an investment, and a sound one at that."His words hung in the air, calcula

"Hey, who do you think you are? Pointing and bossing people around is one thing, but now you're putting your hands on the board?"The old man across the table had no backup, and he immediately placed his hands on his hips, eyes flashing with indignation. His weathered face flushed with color, and the other elderly spectators around the table shifted uncomfortably, unsure whether to intervene or simply enjoy the spectacle.Lily Lohan turned around and glanced at Robert, then said, "Mr. Osborne, this is my supervisor. He's the one who sent me here to work."The tension in the air shifted immediately. Mr. Osborne's aggressive posture relaxed slightly, though his eyes remained sharp and assessing as he studied the younger man."Oh, so you're Ms. Lohan's boss!"Mr. Osborne coughed and bent over the board again. His gnarled fingers moved slowly across the pieces as he retraced the sequence of moves that had just unfolded. After studying Robert's latest move, he fi