Raymond remained seated behind the steering wheel, watching Malisa as she struggled to control the emotions that had followed her out of her family's mansion.He could tell that she was still thinking about everything that had happened, especially the cruel words her grandparents had spoken and the impossible challenge they had given him.For years, Malisa had allowed her family to make decisions for her because she was afraid of losing the little connection she still had with them. Even after they blamed her for the fire that destroyed her appearance, she continued hoping that one day they would accept her again.But Raymond wanted her to understand that she did not need to spend the rest of her life begging people to treat her with respect.He turned slightly toward her, his expression serious."Malisa, there's something else I want you to understand."She lifted her head and looked at him."What is it?"Raymond continued in a calm voice."If you really want to free yourself from the

"Yes, Vivian, I got married," Malisa replied, trying her best to remain polite despite the laughter coming from the other end of the phone.She had expected Vivian to be surprised by the news, especially since they had not spoken properly for a long time, but the way her former friend kept laughing made her feel as though her marriage was some kind of joke.Vivian, on the other hand, could hardly believe what she was hearing, and the more she thought about it, the more ridiculous the whole thing seemed to her.As far as she knew, Malisa was still the same young woman whose face and body had been badly damaged by the fire many years ago, and although she had heard that Malisa continued receiving treatment, she had never imagined that her appearance could return to normal.In Vivian's mind, Malisa was still a woman who covered her face whenever she went outside, someone who had lost her beauty and the promising acting career she once dreamed of having.And now that same woman was telling

Malisa started the engine and slowly pulled away from the roadside, glancing at him one final time through the window before joining the traffic.Raymond remained standing until her car disappeared among the other vehicles.Only then did the gentle smile on his face fade, replaced by the calm, focused expression he usually wore whenever he had important matters to handle.The challenge Malisa's family had given him was not something he considered difficult, because sixty million dollars was hardly an amount that could trouble someone of his standing.As the Supreme Lord, Raymond possessed wealth, influence, and connections that reached far beyond the circles Malisa's grandparents considered powerful.The Bushman family, the West family, and the others might be important names in the business world, but Raymond had never needed to depend on their approval to accomplish anything.Nevertheless, he understood that arranging a proper investment agreement would require more than simply tran

The old woman was still lying on the hard ground outside the bank, struggling to understand why something as simple as walking past another person had turned into such a terrible experience, and although she tried to push herself up with her trembling hands, the pain spreading through her body made even that small movement almost impossible.Her clothes were covered in dust, her gray hair had fallen across her face, and blood was slowly running from her nose, while a small cut above her forehead continued to bleed after her head had struck the pavement.She looked to be in her late sixties, perhaps even older, and from the way her thin arms shook beneath her weight, it was clear that she was not strong enough to defend herself against the man standing over her.However, the man did not seem to care about her age, her injuries, or the frightened expression on her face, because all he could think about was the fact that she had accidentally stepped on his expensive shoes."You stupid ol

The old woman had managed to lift her head slightly, but before she could say anything, Simon grabbed her shoulder and pushed her down, making her cry out as her injured forehead came dangerously close to the pavement."You think crying will make me forgive you?" Simon shouted, leaning closer to her face."Please, young man, I have already apologized, and I don't have any money to pay you," she pleaded, her voice growing weaker."Then perhaps I should teach you a lesson you'll remember for the rest of your miserable life!"With those words, Simon tightened his grip and raised his other hand, clearly intending to force her face against the hard ground again.However, before he could complete the movement, a powerful hand suddenly closed around his wrist.The force stopped him so completely that he could not move his arm another inch, and no matter how much he tried to pull away, the hand holding him remained firm."What the hell do you think you're doing?" Raymond demanded, his voice c