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BIG BOSS, We Beg You! 426-Visiting Agnes's House
"My boss is very busy and doesn't have time to meet you," Agnes replied softly while waving her hand. "Forget it, I don’t want to talk anymore. Since you don’t want to see me, I’ll just leave now." Agnes turned around, but her phone rang again. She picked it up, and when Hansen heard a man's voice on the other end, he immediately snatched the phone from her hand. "Are you Agnes’s boss?" "Yes, I am," Dixon replied. There was a brief pause before Dixon continued. "It’s really you!" Hansen's face darkened the moment he heard the answer. "Why are you looking for Agnes?!" Agnes had no work today. If her boss called her this early in the morning, it had to be something important. At least that’s what Hansen thought. "I wanted to invite her to lunch," Dixon answered honestly. Hansen immediately misunderstood. First lunch, then drinks… and then? He didn’t want to imagine. Though Hansen wasn’t young anymore, he knew all too well how the world worked. "Agnes is home right no
BIG BOSS, We Beg You! 427-You're in Big Trouble
Hansen stared at Dixon as if he were looking at a thief. His gaze was hostile, filled with anger and cruelty. However, Dixon remained calm and even smiled. "Where should I put these?" Dixon pointed at all the knee pads and cushions scattered on the floor, asking with a smile. "Put them over there," Hansen replied, pointing randomly. Dixon said nothing. He nodded and patiently cleaned everything up, placing the items as instructed. Hansen kept glaring at the back of Dixon's head, mocking him silently. "He really knows how to pretend." He watched Dixon tidy up all the scattered items like he wasn’t a guest at all—like Hansen could order him around as he pleased. "All done." Dixon worked quickly and neatly. He stayed composed, showing no signs of irritation. He knew full well that Hansen had thrown everything around on purpose. "Move this wooden pole to that side for me," Hansen ordered. Dixon didn’t refuse. He extended one hand and moved the wooden pole to the other side
BIG BOSS, We Beg You! 428-Dixon Wasn't Worried
"One of the grandmasters you killed was from the Northern Sect A, a descendant of the Great Martial Academy. His name was Ali Behnam. Now that he's dead, he might have tarnished the reputation of the entire Northern Sect A, and they will definitely come after you!" Dixon narrowed his eyes slightly, but there wasn’t the slightest hint of worry on his face. Hansen snorted. “Hey, you're in big trouble! I'm warning you—make sure Agnes doesn’t get dragged into this. If she does... I won’t let you off easily!” But after thinking about it, Hansen knew he couldn’t beat Dixon in a fight. There was no way to teach him a lesson. He was impressed that Dixon had reached such a level of combat ability at a young age. However, Dixon was drawing too much attention. If the hidden martial artists in the city caught wind of him, it wouldn't be good news. So, Hansen felt it was better if Agnes stayed away from Dixon. “Wait a second,” Dixon suddenly said, raising his hand to stop Hansen from s
BIG BOSS, We Beg You! 429-In A Forest
Agnes watched them leave. When she returned, Hansen was still sitting there, but his tea was already finished. She picked up the teapot. "I’ll pour you some more." As Agnes took two steps, Hansen called out, "I won’t oppose your singing career anymore." Agnes's shoulders trembled. "Dixon told me you’ve suffered a lot. Why didn’t you tell me?" "Wouldn’t you have gotten even angrier if I had?" Agnes replied. "That’s nonsense!" Hansen stood up. "You’re my daughter! If you’re hurting, I’ll feel worse than anyone!" "Next time... if anything happens, you must tell me! I’m not dead yet! I’ll see who dares to bully you!" he continued. Agnes couldn’t hold it in any longer—her shoulders shook harder. She turned to look at Hansen, and tears welled up in her red eyes. "Alright, I will." "I’m off for the next two days, so I’ll stay here," she added. Agnes then went to make some tea. Meanwhile, Dixon took Diana to the hotel to pick up Jenna, and then they headed to Voroz Interna
BIG BOSS, We Beg You! 430-Behnam Family
The figure behind the curtain moved slowly as he made tea and poured it for himself. His movements were so smooth that no one could sense any killing intent from him. "I’ve spent 30 years preparing all of this. I won’t let anyone interfere with my plans. Anyone who gets in my way must die." Hot water was poured over the tea leaves, and a rich aroma filled the air. The commotion in the north was loud enough to be impossible to ignore. The forbidden land known as Reddof was closing in. It all started from Reddof, then slowly crept northward. It was impossible not to stay alert. This was a crucial moment. He had prepared everything for nearly three decades, and there could be no room for error. Even the tiniest threat—like a speck of dust—had to be eliminated before it turned into a storm. "How amusing. I don’t know who started this, but whoever it is, all their efforts are meaningless." The wind blew, the curtain swayed, and the figure became blurry, as if no longer real. *
BIG BOSS, We Beg You! 431-Dixon Replied Calmly
"Okay, Sir." They fell silent for a moment. Gavo sat in his wooden chair. His hair was white, and his long beard gave him the appearance of someone of great stature. The martial arts training robe he wore was spotless, without a single crease. "How long has it been since the main bloodline of the Behnam family walked the path of martial arts?" His cloudy eyes gleamed brightly. "This world may have fallen, but the spirit of martial arts has never died." As long as the Behnam family had Gavo, not even the powerful families in the north dared to touch anyone from the Behnam clan—especially someone at the grandmaster level. But the man from Reddof not only killed Ali Behnam—he used underhanded tricks to do it. Otherwise, how could he have faced four grandmasters at once? Gavo didn’t care about anything else. But his family would not allow one of their own to die in vain. Gavo's message was soon delivered to Reddof. Every movement in Reddof now reminded the powerful familie
BIG BOSS, We Beg You! 01-HIS NAME IS DIXON EDRIC!
Reddof City, At Airport. Twenty men in black suits rushed out of the exit, each with a serious face as if they were about to fight a formidable enemy. They reached the sidewalk outside the airport. A young man of thirty was sitting on a long bench, slowly exhaling cigarette smoke from his mouth. He is Dixon Edric. "Young master Dixon, welcome." Edy respectfully spoke to Dixon as he stood about three steps behind him. "Mr. Abraham hopes you can come back, he misses you a lot." In front of others, Edy had a high standing as a leader, and no one dared to go against him. But in front of Dixon, he felt so low! Dixon turned slightly with a flat expression on his face. "Did he miss my power? Or my money?" If anyone else said something like that, Edy would hate it. How could the rich and powerful Edric family of Reddof City ever covet someone else's power and money? But the man in front of him is different. He is the sole heir of the Edric family! Thus, Edy must respect h
BIG BOSS, We Beg You! 02-WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO?
The door opened and a man walked in. William and his wife couldn't bear to look at him. They knew that Steven would definitely choose the worst man to be Diana's husband. But, Diane turned to look. She wanted to see who would be her husband. Dixon looked into Diana's eyes. He walked right across the hall and everyone was staring at him. Steven smiled condescendingly and said, "Dixon, congratulations! You're going to be husband of one of the Hamilton family's grandchildren!" Steven added, "You don't have to thank us, we just hope you'll take good care of Diana." Steven walked over to Diana and gently took her hand, "Come, Diana." He took Diana's hand and brought her in front of Dixon, then placed his hand in Dixon's hand. All the guests started clapping again when they saw this, as if they were attending a happy wedding ceremony. But, William and his wife knew that everyone was just laughing at them! Tomorrow, all the people in Reddof would know that a useless man had married
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431-Dixon Replied Calmly
"Okay, Sir." They fell silent for a moment. Gavo sat in his wooden chair. His hair was white, and his long beard gave him the appearance of someone of great stature. The martial arts training robe he wore was spotless, without a single crease. "How long has it been since the main bloodline of the Behnam family walked the path of martial arts?" His cloudy eyes gleamed brightly. "This world may have fallen, but the spirit of martial arts has never died." As long as the Behnam family had Gavo, not even the powerful families in the north dared to touch anyone from the Behnam clan—especially someone at the grandmaster level. But the man from Reddof not only killed Ali Behnam—he used underhanded tricks to do it. Otherwise, how could he have faced four grandmasters at once? Gavo didn’t care about anything else. But his family would not allow one of their own to die in vain. Gavo's message was soon delivered to Reddof. Every movement in Reddof now reminded the powerful familie
430-Behnam Family
The figure behind the curtain moved slowly as he made tea and poured it for himself. His movements were so smooth that no one could sense any killing intent from him. "I’ve spent 30 years preparing all of this. I won’t let anyone interfere with my plans. Anyone who gets in my way must die." Hot water was poured over the tea leaves, and a rich aroma filled the air. The commotion in the north was loud enough to be impossible to ignore. The forbidden land known as Reddof was closing in. It all started from Reddof, then slowly crept northward. It was impossible not to stay alert. This was a crucial moment. He had prepared everything for nearly three decades, and there could be no room for error. Even the tiniest threat—like a speck of dust—had to be eliminated before it turned into a storm. "How amusing. I don’t know who started this, but whoever it is, all their efforts are meaningless." The wind blew, the curtain swayed, and the figure became blurry, as if no longer real. *
429-In A Forest
Agnes watched them leave. When she returned, Hansen was still sitting there, but his tea was already finished. She picked up the teapot. "I’ll pour you some more." As Agnes took two steps, Hansen called out, "I won’t oppose your singing career anymore." Agnes's shoulders trembled. "Dixon told me you’ve suffered a lot. Why didn’t you tell me?" "Wouldn’t you have gotten even angrier if I had?" Agnes replied. "That’s nonsense!" Hansen stood up. "You’re my daughter! If you’re hurting, I’ll feel worse than anyone!" "Next time... if anything happens, you must tell me! I’m not dead yet! I’ll see who dares to bully you!" he continued. Agnes couldn’t hold it in any longer—her shoulders shook harder. She turned to look at Hansen, and tears welled up in her red eyes. "Alright, I will." "I’m off for the next two days, so I’ll stay here," she added. Agnes then went to make some tea. Meanwhile, Dixon took Diana to the hotel to pick up Jenna, and then they headed to Voroz Interna
428-Dixon Wasn't Worried
"One of the grandmasters you killed was from the Northern Sect A, a descendant of the Great Martial Academy. His name was Ali Behnam. Now that he's dead, he might have tarnished the reputation of the entire Northern Sect A, and they will definitely come after you!" Dixon narrowed his eyes slightly, but there wasn’t the slightest hint of worry on his face. Hansen snorted. “Hey, you're in big trouble! I'm warning you—make sure Agnes doesn’t get dragged into this. If she does... I won’t let you off easily!” But after thinking about it, Hansen knew he couldn’t beat Dixon in a fight. There was no way to teach him a lesson. He was impressed that Dixon had reached such a level of combat ability at a young age. However, Dixon was drawing too much attention. If the hidden martial artists in the city caught wind of him, it wouldn't be good news. So, Hansen felt it was better if Agnes stayed away from Dixon. “Wait a second,” Dixon suddenly said, raising his hand to stop Hansen from s
427-You're in Big Trouble
Hansen stared at Dixon as if he were looking at a thief. His gaze was hostile, filled with anger and cruelty. However, Dixon remained calm and even smiled. "Where should I put these?" Dixon pointed at all the knee pads and cushions scattered on the floor, asking with a smile. "Put them over there," Hansen replied, pointing randomly. Dixon said nothing. He nodded and patiently cleaned everything up, placing the items as instructed. Hansen kept glaring at the back of Dixon's head, mocking him silently. "He really knows how to pretend." He watched Dixon tidy up all the scattered items like he wasn’t a guest at all—like Hansen could order him around as he pleased. "All done." Dixon worked quickly and neatly. He stayed composed, showing no signs of irritation. He knew full well that Hansen had thrown everything around on purpose. "Move this wooden pole to that side for me," Hansen ordered. Dixon didn’t refuse. He extended one hand and moved the wooden pole to the other side
426-Visiting Agnes's House
"My boss is very busy and doesn't have time to meet you," Agnes replied softly while waving her hand. "Forget it, I don’t want to talk anymore. Since you don’t want to see me, I’ll just leave now." Agnes turned around, but her phone rang again. She picked it up, and when Hansen heard a man's voice on the other end, he immediately snatched the phone from her hand. "Are you Agnes’s boss?" "Yes, I am," Dixon replied. There was a brief pause before Dixon continued. "It’s really you!" Hansen's face darkened the moment he heard the answer. "Why are you looking for Agnes?!" Agnes had no work today. If her boss called her this early in the morning, it had to be something important. At least that’s what Hansen thought. "I wanted to invite her to lunch," Dixon answered honestly. Hansen immediately misunderstood. First lunch, then drinks… and then? He didn’t want to imagine. Though Hansen wasn’t young anymore, he knew all too well how the world worked. "Agnes is home right no
425-A Father and His Daughter
In Voroz City, Diana rose to fame after a major business battle and became known as the Corporate Goddess of Reddof. This event significantly boosted the sales of Hamilton Group’s new products. Their market share growth could only be described as explosive, and it was certainly surprising. Hamilton Group had now established a firm foothold in Voroz City. As long as they maintained this momentum and continued to work hard in this internationally renowned city, they could use it as a springboard to expand beyond the country. It wouldn’t be difficult for them to become a multinational company after that. Now that everything was settled, Diana let out a sigh of relief. She had fought this battle for over a month without getting any proper rest. Dixon took her to a soothing hot spring, then they enjoyed a delicious meal, and afterward, he held her in his arms as they fell asleep. The next day, Diana felt refreshed and full of energy again. “It’s time to go home.” Diana didn’t want to
424-Will Young Master Dixon Be In Danger?
"Let him in," Abraham said lazily, lounging in his chair, while Jack stood politely beside him. "Uncle Abraham!" Beatrice entered with a bright smile, looking completely different from how she had been at the office. Now, she was all smiles, radiating happiness. "Beatrice, what brings you to visit an old man like me today?" Abraham smiled. "Have a seat. Jack, pour her some tea." "No need," Beatrice replied with a smile. "It's been a while since I last saw you. I happened to be passing by, so I thought I'd stop and say hello." She sat down, hesitating slightly, as if feeling a little shy. "Uncle Abraham, I wanted to ask you... Have you heard any news about Dixon?" It wasn’t the first time Beatrice had asked this question. After all these years, aside from Abraham who had seen Dixon once, no one knew where Dixon had gone, who he had become, or where he was now. Beatrice often visited the Edric family home whenever she had the chance, hoping to hear that Dixon had returned—even t
423-Why Was She Here?
"I don't care if you're the son of an exiled powerful family or the son of a wealthy man. Even if you're homeless, I, Beatrice Mopp, will still marry you. This is something that will never change." Just as Beatrice was thinking this, her phone began to ring. When she saw who was calling, she frowned and showed an impatient expression. She didn’t want to answer, but the phone kept ringing persistently. "Stop calling me! I won't agree to a marriage of convenience, so stop trying," Beatrice said directly as she picked up the call. "Either I cut ties with the Mopp family, or you stay out of my life. I've said this many times before. I will not marry anyone except him." Beatrice was truly angry now. As someone from a wealthy and powerful family, there were times when she had no say over her own life. As a woman, if she hadn’t built her own business empire, she would have shared the same fate as many other women from similar backgrounds: used in arranged marriages to secure the fa
