Aren’s black pen moved smoothly across the white paper.He signed his name on the line for the husband, his handwriting firm and completely steady.There were no tears in his eyes.His hand did not tremble, and his breathing remained slow and even.Jasmine watched him in complete shock.She had prepared herself for a long, ugly scene.She expected Aren to weep, to grab her hands, or to spin his wheelchair around her desk to block her path.She expected him to remind her of their three years together and beg for one more chance.Instead, Aren was signing away his marriage as calmly as if he were signing a simple delivery note."You are not even going to fight for us?" Jasmine asked, her voice tight with a strange, sudden offense. "Is that all our marriage meant to you?"Aren paused, his pen resting lightly on the second page.He looked up at her, his dark eyes calm and unreadable."Fight for us?" Aren asked softly. "You just kissed another man on my birthday, Jasmine. What is left to f

The black luxury sedan glided silently through the dark streets.Aren sat in the quiet back seat, staring out at the passing city lights.His body felt exhausted, but his mind was sharp and clear.For three years, the Richards mansion had never truly felt like his home.He had prepared their daily meals, washed their mountain of dishes, and handled countless household chores from his wheelchair every single day.They treated him like garbage simply because he could not walk.Tonight, he was going back one last time to collect his few personal things.The car stopped outside the grand gates of the Richards mansion."Do you want me to come inside with you, Young Master?" Xavier asked, looking into the rearview mirror."No," Aren said softly. "I will handle this myself."Xavier stepped out, unloaded the wheelchair from the trunk, and carefully helped Aren settle into the seat.Aren pressed the armrest control, rolling himself toward the heavy front door of the house.Inside the bright li

Loud, hysterical laughter erupted throughout the executive boardroom.The twelve board members leaned back in their leather chairs, slapping the mahogany table as they cackled at the man sitting in the wheelchair."Is this a joke?" Dwight wheezed, wiping a tear of laughter from his eye."Did someone hire a crippled comedian to entertain us before we go bankrupt?""You own Starburst Tech?" another director, Orson, mocked, pointing a trembling finger at Aren's simple wheelchair."Kid, we are forty million dollars in debt! Even your clothes probably cost less than a fraction of our interest payments!""Get this beggar out of here!" Dwight ordered, turning away with deep disgust. "We have actual business to conduct!"Aren sat in the center of the room, completely unbothered by their ridicule.He did not raise his voice or argue. He simply raised his right hand and tapped his fingers twice against the armrest.Behind him, Xavier stepped forward with an icy, terrifying calm.Xavier snapped

Up in the penthouse office of Starburst Tech, Aren took a slow sip of his hot tea.He set the porcelain cup down on his desk and glanced up at Xavier."Trash?" Aren asked, his eyebrow raising slightly. "What are you talking about?"Xavier’s calm, professional posture didn't shift an inch."Just some unwanted solicitors trying to drop off worthless paperwork in the lobby, Young Master," Xavier replied smoothly, keeping his voice light."I made sure security cleared the floor so it would not disturb your afternoon."Aren stared at his assistant for a second, catching the subtle flicker of satisfaction in Xavier's eyes.He didn't pry further. He simply nodded and returned his focus to the glass tablet on his lap."Ensure the new R&D budget is fully cleared by five," Aren ordered quietly."I want our core development team focused entirely on expansion.""Right away, sir," Xavier bowed respectfully, stepping out of the office.While Jasmine was standing frozen on the sidewalk outside Starb

Aren sat at the head of the long glass table inside Starburst Tech's top-floor boardroom. The fired directors were already gone, but the remaining ten executives sat in uneasy silence. They shifted in their chairs, stealing nervous glances at the young man sitting before them. They knew he had just paid off the company's forty-million-dollar debt with a single phone call. But looking at his simple clothes, nobody understood who he really was. Xavier stood quietly behind Aren's chair, holding a thick leather file. Aren opened the financial report on the table and flipped through the pages. The numbers were disastrous. Even with the debt cleared, Starburst Tech was bleeding money. Revenue had dropped by seventy percent over the last six months. Their primary artificial intelligence software project had been abandoned halfway through development. To make matters worse, three of their biggest corporate clients had already canceled their contracts and signed with rival firms. Vice P