~ Riveton City ~"Boss, I've finished my tasks for the day."The evening air was rough. A worn-out voice reached the ears of a short, chubby middle-aged man in a brown suit that clung tightly against his round body, as if the fabric itself was tired of holding his size in.Mr. Bright didn’t respond. His small, beady eyes stayed glued to the workers unloading empty crates from the large van. He obviously pretended not to hear the young man standing behind him."Sir," the young man called again, louder this time, wiping the sweat from his browMr. Bright finally turned toward him, his round face etched with annoyance."What is it?" he snapped coldly. "Do I look deaf? If you're done, then scram away from here. Why announce your departure like you’re some big shot?!""He he, Boss, take it easy on him," one of the busy workers nearby smirked. "Don’t forget he’s from the almighty Thorne family. Doesn’t that make him a big shot?"The sound of laughter followed. A few of them chuckled under t

"Don't try to play the victim here, Morgana!" Drakon shouted, his voice hoarse with pain."Before I was cast out, did I not give you everything you ever wanted, even the things you never asked for? Was there ever a moment I didn’t try to make you happy?"His voice trembled as he struggled to hold back the tears already pouring from his eyes.Without giving her the chance to respond, he pressed on."I still remember our first night… the way you whispered that I was the best thing that ever happened to you. You said you would stay by my side until we grow old and die.” "And even after I lost everything, my inheritance, my properties, my money, you stayed. You held my hand and told me you loved me."He laughed bitterly. "And I believed it. All of it."He poured it all out, even though he knew his words couldn't change the truth right in front of him.The pain.The love.Everything he had ever felt for her."But now I see it clearly. It was all fake."The truth struck him all at once, th

The shock left Drakon rooted to the spot. He stood there in disturbing thoughts as a strange, yet somehow comforting, sensation moved through him.It felt as if warm water soaked into his skin, easing every tense muscle in an instant, bringing him quiet relief."....." His mouth hung open. Excited? Afraid? He couldn't tell. Whatever this unknown force was, it did what no doctor in this world could — it made the impossible feel effortless.At that moment, a rush of light flowed through his body, moving from his muscles to his organs, then reaching down to his toes.Every inner part of him was passed through. Not a single part was spared. As though invisible hands were repairing him piece by piece, restoring what life had already taken away.It did not stop there. What made him even more drowned in shock was the immediate healing process.Mysteriously, there were instant physical changes and he could feel the evidence manifesting on his body which took just a few seconds to kick off.Th

"Boss, the job was carried out neat and clean. Trust us, no cause for alarm," answered a tall, broad-shouldered man with a deep, gruff voice."Then what the hell is going on?!" Jason roared, pushing himself from the chair as his eyes burned venomously into the man.Before him in the room were three rugged, dangerous-looking men. The air filled with the smell of drugs and alcohol.The one with a snake tattoo coiled around his neck, who appeared to be their leader, took a slow drag from his wrapped substance, his gaze calm and unreadable. "Young master, you saw the evidence we sent. What else troubles you? Or you got another assignment for us?""Don’t feed me that nonsense!" Jason shouted, frustration clipped to his voice. "Then tell me, how the hell do you explain this that was sent to me a few minutes ago?"He thrust his phone toward them, the screen glowing with an image.The photo showed Drakon, very much alive, standing before an old-looking building."This was taken this afternoon

Trying to stop his inner self-anger from taking over, he finally lost it.The rage that had been building inside him could no longer be contained, not when this fool dared to cross the line by talking about his parents.Jason was quick to react instantly.He shifted just in time as the heavy hammer flew past his head — a hair closer and his face would have been ruined beyond recognition.A narrow escape.‘What the—’Before he could finish his thought, Drakon appeared in front of him, forcing him to jump back from where he was standing.Drakon’s fist missed, hitting only air.“Looks like losers have tempers too.” even then, he didn’t stop. His lips curled into a creepy smile as he continued his taunts.“Instead of dropping to your knees and worshiping me,” he said, “Maybe I will even take pity on you, then bless you with a few notes.”“I don’t need or want anything from you. Keep your money and leave if you know what's good for you!” Drakon angrily fired back, closing in on him again.