At that moment, about fifteen soldiers stormed in, assault rifles raised, boots hammering the marble in perfect rhythm as they spread out and sealed every exit. Guests screamed and dropped to the floor.Behind the soldiers walked a giant of a man, silver stars gleaming on his shoulders, his presence alone enough to make the soldiers straighten their spines.Admiral Cody!"What a pathetic loser," Sean called out, his confidence surging back the second he saw the uniformed man. "Stealing a phone and thinking he could get away with it.”"He doesn't have any escape route; Admiral Cody is going to make him pay for not only stealing his phone but ruining his friend's wedding."“This man is going down! Admiral Cody doesn't have mercy on anyone.”“He should just give up, get on his knees, and apologise to Sean Blackwell.”The murmurs continued, as everyone couldn't wait to know what would happen and how Dennis would be dealt with.Doris looked down, her face burning in shame and disappointme

The man who stepped out of the lead Rolls-Royce was in his fifties, dressed in a dark tailored suit that fit like armour. He didn't walk into a room. He owned it the moment he crossed the threshold.Hector Beaumont, Billionaire CEO of the Beaumont Group. The man whose signature was on the deed to the very building they stood in.Amanda's spine went rigid. She smoothed down her blouse with shaking hands, heart hammering. Hector never came to this location himself, not once in the three years she'd managed it. He sent his butler to review the books, sent accountants to check the numbers. He never, ever showed up in person.She bowed so low her forehead nearly touched her own knees."Mr. Beaumont," she exhaled. "This is such an honour; I wasn't told you'd be coming. Is something wrong? Everything here is completely under control, I promise you. There's just a man who's refused to leave and caused a bit of a disturbance, nothing I can't manage. We also have Mr. and Mrs. Ashby dining with

At the Blackwell family estate, the air itself seemed to hold its breath.Dickson Blackwell's foot slammed against the marble floor, the sound cracking through the room like a gunshot. His jaw clenched in rage, and his fists clenched at his sides."How dare he?" he roared, the words tearing through the room. Every man standing before him flinched, eyes dropping to the floor. No one in that house had seen Dickson Blackwell lose control in over a decade, and now the fear of it filled the room like smoke."Mr. Blackwell." Camila's voice shook as she stepped forward, wringing her hands. "I did everything I could to bring her to you. That man, Dennis, he wouldn't listen to reason. He broke my son's arm right in front of me."Dickson's gaze shifted to Ethan, whose arm hung stiff in a fresh bandage, his face pale from pain and humiliation both."Mr. Blackwell," Victor added quickly, eager to seem useful, "my mother has already disowned Doris. She and her husband have nowhere left to run. I'm