2025-01-20 14:13:30“Master Raymond, just take the card. You’re a trillionaire. If you don’t believe me, go to the bank and check the balance yourself. The password is your birthday.”
The elegant woman placed a sleek black card on the desk, her tone firm but polite. After being told to leave for the fifth time, she finally gave up trying to convince Raymond.
With a deep bow—practically folding herself in half—she turned and walked out without another word,got in a luxurious sports car.
Raymond sighed and gave the card a quick glance before putting it into his pocket casually.
Seriously?
She expected him to believe he was the missing chairman of the country’s biggest conglomerate?
What a load of nonsense.
Sure, there were parts of his past he couldn’t remember, but there was no way he was some billionaire big shot.
Shaking his head, he pushed the thought aside. Right now, he had more important things to worry about—like getting back to work at the restaurant.
Today is his anniversary with his wife Dahlia. He had planned everything meticulously. Leave work early, pick up fresh ingredients, and cook her favorite meal.
This year, he wanted to make it extra special, a reminder of their bond.
Just as he began tidying up, the restaurant door opened.
Dahlia stepped in first, her designer heels clicking sharply against the floor. Her hair was styled to perfection, her makeup immaculate, exuding the poise of a successful woman.
Behind her, a tall man followed, his commanding presence filling the room instantly.
Raymond straightened, a mixture of surprise and confusion flashing across his face. “Dahlia? What are you doing here?”
Her gaze met his briefly, devoid of warmth, before she looked away. “I won’t take up much of your time, Raymond,” she said coolly. “I’m here because... I want a divorce.”
The words landed like a blow, but Raymond kept his composure, though his hands clenched involuntarily.
“A divorce?” he repeated, his voice low and steady. “Why? What’s happened?”
Before Dahlia could respond, the man beside her stepped forward with a smirk. “I’ll tell you what happened,” he said, his tone dripping with disdain.
“Dahlia has finally realized she doesn’t need to be stuck with a loser like you. Look at her—she’s a CEO, a leader in the city’s business elite. And you?” He gestured around the modest restaurant, his expression filled with mockery. “You’re still here, serving tables and dreaming small. Honestly, it’s embarrassing.”
Raymond’s gaze shifted to the man, his eyes narrowing. “And you are?”
“Caleb Nathaniel,” the man replied arrogantly. “A man who actually understands her worth, someone who can give her the life she deserves. Unlike you.”
Raymond’s fists tightened, but he turned his focus back to Dahlia. “Is that how you see me now? A burden?”
Dahlia’s expression didn’t falter. “Raymond, it’s not about being a burden. It’s about reality. You’re still stuck in the same place you were years ago, and I’ve moved on. We’re no longer compatible. I need someone who matches my ambitions, not someone holding me back.”
“Is that why he’s here?” Raymond asked, his voice edged with bitterness. “You’ve already replaced me.”
“I didn’t replace you,” Dahlia replied, her tone clipped and devoid of emotion. “I outgrew you.”
Caleb chuckled darkly, stepping closer. “You should take it as a compliment, Raymond. Dahlia’s doing you a favor. She’s offering you a clean break—and compensation. It’s more than you deserve.”
Dahlia placed the divorce papers and an envelope on the desk. “These are the divorce papers. I’ve made all the arrangements. The envelope contains compensation. It’s the least I can do after everything.”
Raymond stared at the envelope, his jaw tightening. “Compensation?” he echoed. “That’s what my years of support, sacrifice, and love amount to for you? A payoff?”
They’d been married for three years. And he had poured almost every ounce of his energy into their marriage.
Every decision he made, every sacrifice, was for her—for them. His career, his dreams, his time—they all took a backseat to her happiness.
Dahlia had always been his priority.
And now, this was what he got. How ironic!
Caleb laughed again, louder this time. “What did you expect? A gold medal for being a dutiful husband? Face it, Raymond, you were never her equal. She’s just trying to make it easier for you to step aside gracefully.”
Raymond’s eyes burned with suppressed fury, but he didn’t rise to the bait. He pushed the envelope back toward Dahlia, his voice sharp. “I don’t want your money.”
“Don’t be so dramatic,” Dahlia snapped, her tone icy. “I’m trying to be fair.”
“Fair?” Raymond said with a bitter laugh. “You think throwing money at me makes this fair? Don’t bother. I don’t need your pity or your charity.”
Caleb smirked, wrapping an arm possessively around Dahlia’s waist. “Suit yourself. Maybe she’ll donate it to someone more deserving.”
Raymond ignored him, his gaze fixed on Dahlia. “You’ve made your decision. Let’s not drag this out.”
Without waiting for her response, he picked up the pen.
The weight of betrayal sat heavy in his chest, but he forced his hand to remain steady as he signed the papers.
When he was done, he placed them back on the desk and looked at her one last time. “I hope your new life is everything you want it to be,” he said, his voice laced with quiet finality.
Then he turned and walked away, leaving behind the woman who had once been his entire world.
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Chapter 461
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Chapter 461
The man on the rooftop did not move again, not immediately, and for a long, suspended stretch of seconds, Raymond simply held that distant gaze, refusing to be the one who looked away first, refusing to grant even that small concession to whatever silent test the moment seemed to represent. The pressure of the stranger's presence remained constant throughout, vast and unhurried, settling over the warehouse lot like weather rather than threat, and Raymond found himself cataloguing it carefully, memorizing its particular quality the way he might memorize the shape of a blade before deciding how best to counter it.Then, without warning, without any visible gesture or shift in posture that might have explained it, the man was simply gone.Not retreated. Not descended. Gone, in the way that candle flame is gone the instant breath passes over it, leaving the rooftop as empty and unremarkable as if no one had ever stood there at all.Raymond exhaled slowly, the tension in his shoulders easi
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His phone rang. He answered it without looking away from the two broken operatives at his feet. "Raymond," Melissa's voice said, steady, deliberate. "I'm just calling to let you know. My grandfather's brother is being buried today. Given everything we discussed, I'm fairly certain his old associates will be there. You'll likely see some of them yourself. Are you coming?" Something in Raymond's expression sharpened at the question, the strategic weight of it settling into place immediately. "I'll come," he said. "We've already decided to take the war to them. You have nothing to worry about. I'll be there." Melissa did not respond with anything beyond a quiet acknowledgment, and a moment later, the call ended. Raymond lowered the phone slowly, looking down again at Tobias and Ren, turning over the full weight of what their presence here actually meant. Black had been strong. Melissa's grandfather's brother had been strong as well, strong enough to warrant real caution before
Chapter 459
Raymond saw the attack coming straight at him. He just smiled. It was not the smile of a man confident in some clever trick, nor the smile of someone taunting an opponent for theatrical effect. It was quieter than that, almost private, the smile of a man who had spent so long calculating exactly how much of himself he needed to reveal in any given fight that the rare moment of simply letting go, of answering overwhelming force with the full, unguarded truth of his own strength, had become its own small pleasure, separate from the violence surrounding it. He caught the attack with one hand. Tobias's strike, rebuilt from whatever reserves he had managed to claw back after being driven to the floor minutes earlier, carried behind it the full, concentrated weight of a technique meant to end fights outright, a technique that had, by his own account, succeeded four times before against opponents who had no answer for it. It met Raymond's open palm and simply stopped, arrested mid-motion a
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The shockwave from the collision rolled outward through the warehouse in a visible ripple, dust and loose debris thrown outward from the point of impact like water displaced by a dropped stone, and for a moment, both Raymond and Tobias stood locked against each other, neither yielding, the air between them still humming with the aftershock of forces neither ordinary steel nor ordinary flesh had been designed to withstand.Raymond felt it first in his forearms, a deep, bone-level ache where he had intercepted Tobias's strike, followed almost immediately by a colder, more unsettling sensation spreading outward from the point of contact, as though whatever technique Tobias had gathered carried with it something beyond simple kinetic force, something that sought to settle into the body and disrupt it from within.He broke the lock deliberately, stepping back and exhaling sharply, forcing the strange, creeping cold outward through controlled breath, a technique of his own cultivated across
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