"Jade, you're overthinking this," Alaric said hurriedly. "Probably just a card glitch. I'll be right back."Montarius, sharp as a tack, immediately played along. "Don't worry ma'am, this won't take long. We won't delay Alaric."Jade hesitated, her fingers tightening around her purse strap before giving a reluctant nod.Inside the VIP lounge, Alaric sank into the buttery leather sofa while the bank manager fussed with an expensive tea set. Montarius couldn't hide his astonishment - this kid had a hundred billion just sitting in accounts? The country's richest CEOs barely touched that figure counting all their assets. Yet here was Alaric with that sum in liquid cash. Impossible!This had to be some old money dynasty heir. Only generational wealth moved like this."Mr. Splendor," Montarius gushed, "your accomplishments are... extraordinary for someone so young." His fingers trembled around the teapot.Beside him, the teller from earlier - now clearly Monta

Inside the lavish villa, Mr. Rowen was deep in discussion with his inner circle.After wiping out Shadow Accord's entire operation, the sheer scale of the spoils was too much for him to handle alone. He needed to strategize carefully with his most trusted men.Dozens of establishments were involved, each entangled with complex interests and powerful connections.Suddenly, Carl burst into the room in a frenzy, drenched in sweat. Mr. Rowen's eyebrow arched sharply. "What the hell's got you spooked?""Boss, Mr. Splendor's been arrested," Carl panted, wiping his brow. "Just got intel—he was taken at Peace Grand Hotel."Mr. Rowen shot to his feet, face darkening. "What?! How the fuck did this happen?""Allegedly caught harassing some woman. But our sources say it was a setup by that lowlife Greg's lackeys," Carl explained."Greg?" Mr. Rowen's voice dripped venom, his aura turning lethal. "That nobody's digging his own grave touching Mr. Splendor!"

Caleb's jaw dropped. He'd never seen Zachary this furious before!Not once in all these years.As an old-timer at the company, Caleb knew instantly—something big had gone wrong.Was it possible... that young man they'd arrested had powerful backing?!"Mr. Marlowe, what's going on?" Caleb asked through gritted teeth.Zachary glared icily, snapping, "You dare ask me?! This is your damn fault! Where is he? Take me there now!"This idiot Caleb still didn't get how serious this was.After years in the field, how could he be so blind?They ran a security firm, but that didn't give them license to detain people randomly!One wrong move—pissing off the wrong person—and the whole company could go under.Sensing Zachary's rage, Caleb quickly showed him the way to the basement holding room.Inside, Alaric sat composed, eyes closed in meditation.He wasn't worried at all.He'd done nothing wrong.His people

The door swung open to reveal Alaric standing outside.Cherrie's expression froze as she asked suspiciously, "Weren't you arrested? How'd you get out?"Alaric chuckled. "Mom, I didn't break any laws. They had to let me go."Hearing Alaric's voice, Jade rushed over and embraced him, tears welling in her eyes.Alaric comforted her gently. "It's okay, I'm fine now. See? I'm back."In the living room, the family gathered together.Cherrie and Gavin sat sternly on the couch, their sharp gazes fixed on Alaric, full of unspoken questions.Beside Alaric sat an elderly man—Gideon.Cherrie eyed Gideon with clear displeasure. "Alaric," she said sharply, "who's this old man? You can't just bring strangers into my house!"She disapproved of his outfit—an elderly gentleman in a crisp suit, holding an unfamiliar black hat, smiling cheerfully.Definitely a questionable character.No wonder Alaric got arrested, associating with peopl

As the icy woman stormed out of the conference room, the tension hung thick like a suffocating fog that refused to dissipate.Jade's cheek throbbed from the stinging slap, her mind reeling—she'd never seen this stranger before.Yet the woman had clearly recognized Alaric."Director Rafe," Henry began, his voice strained, "I—I apologize for this disruption. Regarding our collaboration—"Mr. Rafe forced a smile. "The deal still stands. In fact, we could finalize it now—"His phone rang, cutting him off mid-sentence. After a terse conversation, his face darkened. "Understood," he muttered before hanging up."What's wrong?" Henry immediately noticed the shift. "Another complication?""My deepest apologies, Chairman Sydney, Ms. Kingsley." Mr. Rafe straightened his tie nervously. "We're pausing negotiations immediately. I must consult with Dr. Vane—excuse me."He bolted from the room with his team, leaving the executive