LChapter 52The chaotic shouting in the main corridor slowly faded into the distance as two armed police officers dragged a kicking, protesting Philip toward the exit. Madam Sassy’s hysterical shrieks echoed off the glass walls as she scrambled after the squad car, her expensive heels clicking violently against the pavement while she frantically dialed her legal team.With the lobby cleared of noise, Liam turned toward the hospital administration desk. He did not say a word, but his posture and cold, commanding gaze held an unmistakable authority.Standing right beside him, Anderson stepped forward and placed a sealed, leather-bound folder onto the marble counter. The chief executive director of Saint Jude’s Medical Center—who had been watching the entire scene unfold with cold sweat dripping down his back—immediately opened the file. His eyes widened as he read the official directive signed directly by Lord Sterling, transferring all executive medical authority over the VIP wing dir

Chapter 53 The loud, chaotic shouting inside the boardroom reached a deafening crescendo as Philip held the black snub-nosed revolver, his hand trembling with a terrifying mixture of rage and panic. Directors were cowering under the mahogany table, and the air was thick with the scent of fear.Liam stood completely motionless in front of the barrel. His dark eyes remained fixed on his cousin, his expression unreadable, showing not a single trace of terror.Before Philip could pull the trigger, Anderson leaned in close to Liam from behind. The old secretary kept his eyes locked on the perimeter of the room, lowering his voice into a quiet, urgent whisper that only Liam could hear."Young Master, we have already secured the physical evidence of the poisoned IV and delivered the toxicological report to the state prosecutor," Anderson whispered rapidly. "If blood is spilled inside this boardroom today, the state will freeze the entire Blackwood Consortium under an emergency criminal hold

Chapter 55The two muscular bodyguards stepped closer, their shadows falling over Liam as they closed off the only exit from the pawn shop. The larger one, a man with a thick scar across his jaw, cracked his knuckles with a dull sound, reaching out a massive, heavy hand to grab Liam by his collar."You heard the boss, kid," the scarred bodyguard grunted, a cruel sneer twisting his face. "Leave nicely, or we toss your broken body into the alleyway."Liam stood completely still, his hands tucked deep inside the pockets of his dark velvet coat. His eyes remained calm, cold, and entirely unbothered by the towering men surrounding him."You should really think twice before putting your hands on me," Liam said softly, his voice dropping into a low, even tone.The scarred bodyguard let out a harsh laugh, swinging his hand forward to grab Liam’s shoulder.Before his fingers could even graze the fabric of Liam’s coat, Liam shifted his stance by an inch. In a single blur of movement, Liam’s rig

Chapter 57 The grey drizzle turned into a steady downpour over the south side of town, washing over the cracked asphalt and overgrown weeds of the old residential district.Sandra stood on the soggy pavement outside the decaying two-story house, holding a clear plastic umbrella over her head. Her designer heels were already coated in mud, but her eyes burned with a malicious, desperate delight.Earlier that morning, after being evicted from her mansion, one of her former socialite friends had sent her a leaked photo from a local neighborhood group chat: Liam Blackwood had been spotted walking into a run-down, rotting house in the oldest part of town.Sandra pulled out her phone, opening her live-stream account. Over fifty thousand viewers instantly flooded the feed, eager to see the fallen socialite's next move after her public humiliation outside the prison gates."Hey everyone," Sandra purred into the camera, putting on a sweet, sugary voice as she adjusted the ring light attached

Chapter 59Liam stepped off the wooden porch and took two long strides across the wet cobblestones toward the waiting Maybach. The rain was falling harder now, hammering against the dark roofs of the neighborhood and turning the narrow street into a slick stream of muddy water.Before he could reach the open door of the vehicle, four men in grease-stained coveralls and heavy rubber boots stepped out from behind an old pickup truck parked near the curb. They were the neighborhood housing union representatives, local thugs who collected unofficial protection fees from the decaying properties on the south side of town.The lead man, a burly figure with a thick neck and a rusty iron pipe resting across his shoulder, spat onto the pavement right in front of Liam’s boots. His small, bloodshot eyes narrowed as he sneered at Liam’s dark velvet coat."Hold your horses, boy," the lead union man barked, his voice rough like grinding stones. "Where do you think you're going? Nobody moves in or ou