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

Dennis slapped the man across the face so hard. Chamberlain's scream ripped through the house, the sound a man makes only once in his life and never forgets. Dennis held his gaze steady, watching pain flood the man's eyes without a flicker of mercy in his own. "Please! Please, I'm sorry!" Chamberlain sobbed.Dennis loosened his grip slowly, deliberately, letting the man feel every second of it. "Sorry doesn't pay years of stolen rent, and keeping her apartment this way," he said. "Now you will pay her back. Every single dollar you took from that apartment while she thought you were protecting her interests. Do the maths yourself, or I'll do it for you. And trust me, my number will be higher."Chamberlain's eyes went wide, darting toward the door, but he knew there was no door far enough from Dennis Kensington. He nodded, hands trembling as he pulled out his phone, his good hand fumbling with the screen twice before he managed to open his banking app."The account details," Dennis

The machine beeped.Elaine's eyes dropped to the small screen, expecting a red flash, expecting the word declined to humiliate Dennis the way she'd already decided to enjoy.Instead, the screen blinked green. Transaction Successful.Her gum stopped moving mid-chew. She stared at the machine like it had betrayed her personally, then looked up at Dennis with an expression caught somewhere between confusion and disbelief.Dennis didn't gloat; he simply reached across the counter and took his card back, sliding it into his jacket pocket with the same calm he'd worn since he walked through the door."Hurry up," he said, already checking his watch. "I have other things to handle today. I didn't come here to watch you chew gum and stare at a receipt."Elaine's composure cracked further. She wasn't ready to believe it, not completely. Plenty of stolen cards floated around this city; plenty of fraudsters had tried their luck at Zion Hill before, and she wasn't about to be the one who let an im