"Ted Wolfe and Victor Zane are here!"The announcement rippled through the ballroom like a shockwave. Every breath in the room hitched. The noisy chatter died instantly, replaced by a silence so profound you could hear the air conditioning humming.All eyes turned to the entrance.Two men walked in.On the left was Ted Wolfe, the Richest Man in Northriver. He was known locally as a "Scholar-Merchant"—a man of culture and business. He always wore a smile, greeting everyone from CEOs to janitors with a nod. He seemed harmless, almost grandfatherly.But that was just a mask. A carefully crafted persona.Since the collapse of the Lynch Group, the Wolfe Group had ascended to the throne, amassing a fortune exceeding fifty billion dollars. The business world was a shark tank filled with blood and betrayal. A man like Ted Wolfe didn't get to the top by being nice. He got there by being sharper, colder, and more ruthless than the sharks.Behind that b

"Did I say you could leave?"Jack Brooks's voice, low and rumbling like distant thunder, echoed through the grand ballroom.The effect was instantaneous.Tia Sutton felt her soul leave her body. Her face, already pale from the earlier trauma, turned the color of ash. She spun around and grabbed Jack's arm, her fingernails digging into his skin."Jack! What are you doing?!"Tia screeched, her voice cracking with hysteria. "Are you insane? Are you trying to kill us all?"She was shaking violently. The events of the last hour had shattered her nerves. She had been assaulted, humiliated, vindicated, and then saved by a miracle. Ted Wolfe deciding not to pursue the matter was a gift from the heavens. It was winning the lottery.And now? Jack was throwing the winning ticket into the fire."I'm begging you!" Tia cried, tears streaming down her face. "Please, just stop! I am on my knees begging you!""They are the Wolfe Group! They are the Zane F

"Return it on my knees?"Gigi Vance stared at Jack Brooks, blinking as if she had just heard a dog recite Shakespeare. Then, she burst into a peal of laughter that sounded like glass breaking."You really are delusional," she scoffed, wiping a tear of mirth from her eye. "Forget about whether you 'give' or 'take' face. Look at yourself. You are a live-in son-in-law of a third-rate family. You have no status, no power, and no background."She took a step closer, her heels clicking on the pavement. "What 'face' do you have to give me? You have nothing. You can only offer unconditional obedience."She turned away, dismissing him as a clown. She looked at her mentor, Charles Lewis."Teacher," Gigi said respectfully. "Shall we grab some lunch before we head to the Zane Estate? There is a Michelin-star restaurant nearby.""No need!" Charles Lewis waved his hand impatiently. His face was set in a grim mask of offended dignity."Curing Faye Zane will only

"Shut up!" Gigi Vance hissed, her eyes burning with triumph and disdain.Everyone in the room turned to look at Jack Brooks. Their gazes were sharp, filled with accusation and annoyance. To them, he was a buzzing fly, a jinx trying to curse the treatment because of his own bruised ego.Jack shrugged his shoulders, unfazed by the collective hostility."Fine," he muttered. "I'll be downstairs. Call me when the screaming starts."He turned and walked out of the bedroom, his hands in his pockets. He descended the grand staircase, found a comfortable leather sofa in the corner of the living room, and sprawled out. He pulled out his phone and started playing a mobile game, looking for all the world like a bored teenager waiting for his parents to finish a meeting.Upstairs, the atmosphere shifted from tension to anticipation.Charles Lewis adjusted the final needle. He stepped back, wiping his hands on a silk handkerchief with the air of an artist finishing a

Faye Zane's body suddenly tensed, her muscles locking as if hit by a jolt of electricity. Her long, slender legs clamped together tightly, and her skin flushed a deep, feverish pink, resembling a ripe peach ready to burst.Her eyes, glazed and misty, locked onto Jack Brooks. They were devoid of reason, filled only with a primal, desperate need."It hurts... so itchy... help me..."With a sudden burst of hysterical strength, Faye sat up. She lunged forward, wrapping her arms tightly around Jack's neck. She pressed her burning body against his chest, trembling violently like a leaf in a storm.Jack was in the middle of disinfecting a silver needle, preparing to open the "Heaven's Gate." He was caught off guard by the soft, fragrant assault.He felt the heat radiating from her skin through her thin underwear. Her breath was hot against his neck, and her cherry-red lips were seeking his, driven by the chaotic fire in her blood."Another episode already? Tha