BIG BOSS, We Beg You!

At International airport, a group of twenty well-built men in black suits rushed out of the arrival gate, their faces tense as if preparing for an imminent battle. Without hesitation, they lined up and strode toward the sidewalk outside the terminal, each step exuding alertness and discipline.

On a nearby bench sat a young man in his early thirties, slowly exhaling a stream of cigarette smoke. His name was Dixon Edric.

"Welcome, Young Master Dixon," said Edy respectfully from three steps behind him. "Mr. Abraham hopes you’ll come home. He misses you dearly."

To most, Edy was a powerful and respected leader—someone no one dared to challenge. But in front of Dixon, he seemed small and powerless.

Dixon turned slightly, his expression unreadable. "Does he miss me... or does he miss my power and money?"

Words like that would usually spark outrage, but not this time. Because the man before him was no ordinary figure. He was the sole heir of the Edric family, the most powerful family in Reddof.

"When he threw me out and married that woman, I stopped being part of the Edric family," Dixon said, exhaling the last of his smoke. "Dixon no longer belongs to them."

His voice grew cold and sharp. "Don’t send anyone after me again. If you do... I’ll kill every last one of them."

With that, Dixon rose and walked away, leaving Edy behind, fists clenched in silent frustration.

In the parking area, a car was already waiting. Dixon got in and made a quick call. "Witan, is everything ready? Send me the address."

After ending the call, he pulled out a pink handkerchief from his pocket. The moment he touched it, his mind drifted fifteen years into the past.

He had been just a boy then—homeless, hungry, freezing in the streets. A young girl in plain clothes had offered him a piece of bread and this very handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

Not long after, a mysterious figure took him away, and when he returned, the world trembled.

Twelve years had passed since then. Now, with godlike power capable of shaking nations, Dixon chose to return. Quietly.

***

Meanwhile, at the Fairmont Hotel…

The well-known Hamilton family had received a marriage proposal from a man said to be the “perfect match” for their granddaughter, sparking buzz throughout the city’s elite circles.

Inside one of the hotel’s private rooms, Diana Hamilton sat with red, teary eyes and a heart full of dread.

Her mother, Yoruna Velto, stood up, her face flushed with fury.

"William, that family is no good! If you’re still a man, go and reject your father’s decision!" Yoruna shouted at her husband. "Are you really going to let them destroy your daughter’s life?"

The Hamiltons had started out with a small shop, and in just fifteen years, they had climbed their way to becoming a third-tier wealthy family in Reddof. The family patriarch, Harry Hamilton, was known as a self-made success story.

He had three sons: Steven, Nico, and William.

Steven had taken over most of the family business. Nico was tasked with expanding their reach into other cities. William, on the other hand, had lost both legs in an accident and was left to live quietly at home—overlooked and dismissed by his brothers.

Steven and Nico conspired to convince Harry to arrange a marriage for Diana—one that would ensure she stayed away from the family business. Diana, after graduating from university, had quickly risen through the ranks of the Hamilton Group, surpassing the achievements of her cousins with ease.

Now, the candidates chosen for her were clearly unqualified—some much older than her, one with a history of mental illness.

This wasn’t about finding a husband for Diana. It was about sabotaging her.

William was angry, too. But he lacked the courage to go against his father’s will.

He knew Harry’s temper—stubborn and absolute. No one in the family dared challenge his decisions.

"He’s still her grandfather. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt her," William finally muttered, clearly unsure of his own words.

Yoruna pointed a trembling finger at him, her voice cracking through her tears. "I regret marrying a man as weak as you!"

She knew William had always been obedient, especially after his accident. He’d become even more passive, unable to stand up to the injustice.

But Yoruna also knew this marriage would destroy their daughter’s future and drag their family’s name through the mud.

As Yoruna sobbed and shouted, Diana cried silently. William gripped his numb thigh, his heart full of self-blame and helplessness.

"Mom, please… don’t yell at Dad," Diana said, managing a faint smile through the tears staining her pretty face.

She understood this scheme perfectly. Her uncles feared her rise. They feared she would take over the Hamilton Group entirely. So they pushed her into marriage to silence her.

William looked at his trembling daughter and turned away from his wife’s scornful glare. He knew their position in the Hamilton family was weak, but at least they still had a roof over their heads. If they refused this marriage, they would lose everything.

In the hotel’s grand hall, the lights sparkled brilliantly as all the guests took their seats.

Harry sat at the center of attention, dressed impeccably, his cane resting on his lap, a proud smile on his face.

"It’s time, Father," Steven said beside him, handing him an elegant business card.

Harry stood up slowly. All eyes turned toward him.

"Today, I will officially announce the man I have chosen to be my granddaughter Diana’s husband."

Applause erupted across the hall. But to Diana, it felt like thunder mocking her.

Steven handed the card to his father. They had chosen someone with no wealth, no education, no background. A man over thirty, an orphan, jobless, and even mentally unstable.

Once the marriage was official, Diana would be cut off from the family business. Even her children would be denied any inheritance.

Harry squinted at the business card, trying to read the name clearly. Then, with a loud voice, he declared, "Diana’s future husband is… Dixon Edric!"

In an instant, every guest turned their head toward the grand entrance of the hall.