A black car came to a halt in front of a towering mansion that stood in prestigious splendor beneath the evening sky.The enormous private residence was the Whitmore estate, and a young man stepped out of the black car—Zion Blade.He paid the driver, and the taxi drove off.Zion stood outside the Whitmore estate, his gaze lingering on the magnificent mansion as if taking in its grandeur. From outside, he could tell that a celebration was underway inside the mansion’s grand hall.There were many luxurious cars parked outside.He smiled a little, his exhausted face lighting up.It’s her birthday today. I’m sure she’d be really happy, Zion thought.It was his wife’s birthday today, Elena Whitmore’s, and as a surprise for her birthday and their three-year anniversary, Zion had worked his ass off for two straight weeks at Elena’s company.He’d made sure that, as a surprise for his wife, he would not only revive the business but push it to the top of Astoria City’s industry, making her one

Zion stood frozen, utterly speechless.His eyes slowly moved across the room, from Sebastian’s smug expression to the divorce papers sitting on the table. Then they settled on Elena. He had expected anger, perhaps an explanation, maybe even a little remorse after what he had discovered upstairs. Instead, everyone was looking at him as though he were the one who had done something wrong.“Is this really what you all think?” Zion finally asked, his voice unusually quiet.Victoria scoffed. “What else should we think? You’ve already failed Elena enough. Do you really intend to embarrass her further by refusing to leave?”Zion’s fingers curled slightly.“Failed her?”He almost laughed.For three years, he had been the one staying awake until dawn while everyone else slept. He had spent countless nights buried in financial reports, fixing problems nobody even knew existed. Every time Elena walked into a meeting and looked like a capable CEO, there had been countless decisions made behind th

Ana scoffed from behind the two nurses as she continued holding the stretcher that Zion’s mother was lying on with one hand.“So you want to tell me that you have forty thousand dollars to pay for the renewal of your mother’s VIP treatment without the Whitmore family’s help?” she sneered, her eyes scanning the ordinary clothes he was wearing from top to bottom.The clothes had faded from years of washing and reuse, and Zion hadn’t bothered to change them.“You can’t even afford to take proper care of yourself. Should I believe that you can take care of your sick mother?” she added.“Move aside and stop wasting our time. Putting up a show won’t change the fact that your mother won’t be returned to the VIP room anymore, so just quit the acting,” Tina said.“Don’t worry, I’m calling security. Since he refuses to leave, we’ll just have them throw him out.”Janet took out her phone.“No, you don’t have to call security,” Zion said. “I’ll make the payment. A new renewal payment for my mothe

Ana’s words had barely left her mouth when another slap echoed across the hallway.PAH!Her head snapped sideways.Mike Green lowered his hand, his expression colder than anything the nurses had seen from the usually composed hospital owner.“Enough.”Ana held her burning cheek, too stunned to speak.“You stand here accusing an Exclusive VVIP client of fraud after your own finance department confirmed a hundred-and-twenty-million-dollar payment?” Mike demanded. “Have you completely lost your mind?”“No, sir, I—I only thought—”“That seems to be the problem. None of you thought.”His gaze shifted toward Emily Carter, still lying helplessly on the stretcher.“And I want an explanation for something else. Her previous VIP payment hasn’t even expired. Who authorized you to remove this woman from her room?”Silence fell.Janet’s face immediately lost its color.Thomas noticed.“You,” he said, pointing at her. “You were leading them. Who gave you the authorization?”Janet swallowed.“N-no o

The security officers were quick to respond to the growing commotion Sam had caused.As soon as they arrived, Sam raised the VVIP clearance pass he had snatched from Zion.“Look! This ordinary nobody made a fake VVIP pass just so he could sneak his way through when the real VVIP arrives,” Sam accused.“That’s not true,” Zion protested.But before he could explain himself, Sam immediately cut him off.“He’s desperate to get the real VVIP’s attention because he already sold off his own company. And not only that, the Whitmore family he was leeching off has cut ties with him, and their daughter divorced him.”An unmistakable grin formed on Sam’s face as he supposedly exposed Zion’s scheme.The lead security officer was a tall, heavily built man. He looked at the pass Sam held up, and his expression immediately turned cold.Someone had actually dared to forge a VVIP clearance pass just to sneak into the restricted area and cause trouble?They had been specifically warned not to allow any