*****Ronan had expected Kade to question why he needed firearms and to appear cautious, just as Reign had. Instead, the man barely reacted."What type do you need, and how many, Mr. Ashmore?"Ronan studied him briefly before relaxing. Given FN Capital's connections, perhaps arranging such a purchase wasn't unusual for them."Every type you can get me, and as many as possible."Kade nodded and made a brief phone call.Afterward, he listed all the firearms FN Capital could get for him and explained that they could arrange a substantially large supply. The exact quantity would depend on what their supplier could provide.Ronan became lost in thought as he heard that report.The weapons were far better than the ones provided by Reign’s suppliers, but still, they wouldn't compare with the advanced firearms that would emerge during the apocalypse.However, they would give Ronan enough firepower to defend his property and its future occupants.Without further hesitation, he accept

*****Ronan stepped backward, trying to create some distance between himself and the thugs, but they spread out and cut off his escape routes.The thugs attacked together. He dodged the first kick and ducked beneath a punch, only for another man to block his path. As he turned to avoid the next blow, however, a brutal kick slammed into his ribs, sending him stumbling back several steps.Before he could recover from that, a fist struck his shoulder, followed by a blow to his jaw that snapped his head sideways.He raised his arms to protect his face, but the attackers became relentless, coming at him from every direction.A kick caught his thigh, and another blow drove the air from his lungs, leaving him struggling to remain upright.He couldn't focus on one opponent long enough to find an opening. Every time he evaded one attacker, another was already moving in to strike."Remember, you only need to overwhelm him!" Rael called out, his voice filled with ruthless delight.Ronan heard hi

*****Rael frowned, visibly irritated by the interruption. “Who the hell is that?”Helene snapped a curse of her own before gesturing toward the door. “Go and see who it is.”Rael set down his controller and headed toward the entrance, already preparing to give the unwelcome visitor a piece of his mind.But the moment he opened the door, the words he had been about to say died on his tongue.Three police officers stood outside.Beside them was Ronan, dressed in a hospital gown, with a bandage wrapped around his injured arm and his face noticeably pale.For several seconds, Rael stared at Ronan, surprised that the man he had left bleeding on the roadside had survived. The surprise quickly gave way to arrogance.'So he wants to make trouble for me?'Unfortunately, Ronan had no evidence capable of proving what happened on that road. Without proof, an accusation was nothing more than a collection of words.“Who else could it be but the lowlife Ronan?” he said with a cruel grin.His voice

******For several seconds after the footage ended, nobody moved or spoke. Everyone just stared at the phone, struggling to reconcile what they had seen with the image Rael had tried to present of himself.The recording exposed everything: Rael orchestrated the ambush, joined the beating, and kept attacking Ronan after he could no longer defend himself.One of the community representatives slowly turned toward Rael, his expression a mixture of disbelief and revulsion.“He really did all that?”His colleague exchanged a troubled glance with him. They had come prepared to support the Frost family, accepting its version of events without investigating Ronan's accusation. Now the recording had exposed how badly they had misjudged the situation, and neither seemed eager to meet Ronan's eyes.Joren and Helene remained frozen in their seats.They had spent years defending Rael and excusing his faults, and even now they seemed desperate to find some explanation that would make what the

******Celeste took the paper and unfolded it, still unsure what to expect.However, the moment she saw the extensive list of medicines and medical supplies, along with the staggering quantities required, her mouth fell open in shock.Some of the items were readily available, while others required professional authorization or special handling.Unable to make sense of the order, she looked up at Ronan.“Why do you need all these? Are you planning to open your own pharmacy?”Ronan's expression remained impassive.“You don't need to know what I intend to do with them. Get everything on the list, and I'll withdraw my complaint against your brother.”Celeste studied the list again, searching for a reasonable explanation for such an unusual order.Perhaps Ronan had a business plan or intended to invest in a pharmaceutical venture.But if that was the case, why was he being so secretive about it? And why was he asking her to obtain the supplies through her medical credentials rather than ex