From Ordinary to Unstoppable

Chapter 7

Evan’s voice remained calm, controlled, devoid of any hint of arrogance. He stood his ground as the scarred man and his thugs froze for a fraction of a second—then erupted into mocking laughter.

“Ha! Did this pretty boy just tell me, Scareface, to get lost?” one thug jeered.

“Idiot, you’ve been watching too many superhero movies. Trying to play the knight in shining armor, huh?” another sneered, tightening his grip on a steel pipe.

“Boss, why waste time talking? Let’s just take him out!” a third thug shouted, swinging the pipe toward Evan’s head with full force.

Ms. Selene exhaled sharply, her mind racing. She was about to leap forward herself when a piercing scream split the air.

The thug who had struck first collapsed to the ground, clutching his stomach, eyes wide in terror. Somehow, Evan had seized the steel pipe from him in a move so fast it was almost invisible.

In a blur of motion, Evan swung the pipe, each strike precise and devastating. One by one, the attackers crumpled to the pavement, groaning in pain, completely unable to comprehend how he moved so fast.

Scareface’s roar of fury cut through the chaos. With a vicious leap, he aimed a kick directly at Evan’s head. But Evan, calm as ever, tossed aside the now-bent steel pipe and delivered a swift, invisible counter-kick.

A sickening thud echoed as Scareface’s body slammed into the SUV behind him. Blood spattered across the hood as he struggled to rise, coughing violently. His wide, terrified eyes locked onto Evan.

“Y-you…” he stammered, fear choking his words.

Evan didn’t spare Scareface another glance. He turned back toward the car as if the chaos behind him had never happened.

“Let’s go, Ms. Selene. San Aurelia City.”

The engine purred to life. Ms. Selene’s fingers tightened slightly around the steering wheel, a thrill coursing through her chest. Tonight had given her more than a crisis it had handed her a revelation.

She glanced sideways at Evan, a slow, amused smile curving her lips.

“Dr. Evan… first you saved Iris. Now you’ve saved me too. I’m starting to feel like I owe you more than a simple thank‑you.”

Evan’s gaze stayed forward, calm and unreadable.

“I didn’t do much,” he said evenly. “But you should be careful, Ms. Selene. Those men weren’t random. There’s a good chance they’re connected to the people who poisoned your sister.”

The temperature in the car dropped. Selene’s smile vanished, replaced by something cold and lethal.

“Oh, I already know who’s behind it,” she said softly. “They’ve been circling my family for years. Tonight just confirmed it.”

Her eyes hardened, sharp as glass.

“They’ll regret this. The Selene family doesn’t forgive… and we never forget.”

From the back seat, Iris leaned forward, her pale face brighter now, her eyes lively.

“Big sister,” she said sweetly, “Dr. Evan has helped us so many times already. Shouldn’t we reward him?”

Selene nodded without hesitation.

“Of course. He deserves that much.”

Iria’s lips curled mischievously.

“Then I have an idea.”

Selene raised an eyebrow.

“Oh? Let’s hear it.”

Irie giggled.

“Since he didn’t want the Black Gold Card… why don’t you reward him personally?”

The car swerved just a little.

Selene shot her sister a glare, color rising faintly to her cheeks.

“You little brat! What nonsense are you talking about?”

Iris laughed, utterly unrepentant.

“I’m serious! He’s handsome, talented, and he scares bad guys without even trying. That’s rare, you know.”

Selene clicked her tongue.

“I should wash your mouth out with soap.”

Evan felt a flicker of discomfort as Iris continued her playful teasing. Selene’s face flushed lightly, though she quickly regained her composure. She leaned slightly toward him.

“Dr. Evan, please don’t mind my sister,” she said with a soft sigh. “She doesn’t always think before she speaks.”

Evan forced a polite smile, trying to appear unaffected. But then, almost before he could stop himself, he added,

“Though… I wouldn’t mind what Iris suggested, if that’s truly what you want.”

Selene’s eyebrows shot up, just a fraction, as she caught his awkward glance in the rearview mirror. Evan’s admission, casual as it seemed, carried a subtle weight that made her pulse quicken.

The drive continued, but the atmosphere had shifted. Evan couldn’t help but notice Selene’s allure graceful, poised, yet with a fiery energy that seemed to radiate from her every gesture. Her curves were accentuated by the elegant evening dress she wore, and her full lips, slightly parted as she smiled at Iria, made him momentarily lose his composure.

Unlike the cold, untouchable beauty of other women he had encountered, Selene’s warmth and intensity were almost overwhelming. Even her laughter—light, melodic, and slightly teasing had a pull that made him acutely aware of his own reactions.

Selene, noticing Evan’s brief hesitation in the rearview mirror, giggled quietly. She had faced countless suitors wealthy, influential, persistent but there was something about Evan’s shy, composed, and unpretentious presence that intrigued her. Perhaps, she thought, this was someone worth exploring further.

The outskirts of San Aurelia stretched before them, and soon the familiar silhouette of the orphanage appeared. Set on a large, undeveloped plot of land, the property had long been the target of the city’s most ambitious businessmen. 

Tonight’s gala, designed to fund its relocation, had attracted the city’s elite.

As night fell, the orphanage courtyard had been transformed into a glittering scene. A plush red carpet welcomed guests, and lanterns cast a warm glow over the excited chatter of high society.

“Ms. Selene! Welcome!” the orphanage director called warmly, hurrying forward to greet her. His glasses slid slightly down his nose as his gaze landed on Evan.

“Dr. Evan, you’re here too?” he exclaimed, eyes brightening. “Oh, the children and I have been eagerly waiting for you! Your presence… it’s a gift in itself.”

A group of orphans squealed in delight and rushed toward Evan, tugging at his sleeves and calling out, “Dr. Evan! Dr. Evan!” Their laughter and chatter echoed through the courtyard, and Evan bent down, smiling warmly as he waved and spoke softly to each of them.

Selene’s eyes widened as she watched. Despite her status as the heiress of the prestigious Selene Corporation, she felt herself fade into the background. Here was this humble doctor, chatting casually with the orphanage director, yet commanding the attention and adoration of everyone around him. For the first time in years, her social prestige seemed almost irrelevant.

As she straightened her posture, a group of sharply dressed VIPs approached, clearly here to pay their respects to her. 

She smiled, ready to reclaim the spotlight.

“Dr. Evan, let me introduce you to some of the CEOs attending tonight,” she said with a gracious nod, prepared to subtly assert her connections.

To her astonishment, the VIPs’ attention was already fixed on Evan.

“Oh! Isn’t this Dr. Evan from the city’s general hospital?” exclaimed a tall man with slicked-back hair. “Hello! It’s thanks to your miraculous treatment that I can walk again!”

“Dr. Evan, what an honor!” said a woman holding a designer handbag. “Remember me? I had complications during my pregnancy, but because of you… we now have a healthy one-year-old. Our family line is secure!” 

A grinning elderly man waved his cane toward Evan. “Hey, doc, I owe you a drink tonight! If it weren’t for you, I’d be out of the game at seventy. Now I’m still going strong!” 

Selene’s jaw practically dropped. These were the city’s elite, CEOs, business magnates, people whose influence could make or break empires and yet they all approached Evan first, bowing or shaking his hand, speaking with genuine warmth and gratitude. 

Finally, after farewells were exchanged, Evan turned to Selene, giving her a sheepish shrug. “Sorry about that, Ms. Selene. They were all former patients of mine… honestly, I can barely remember them.” 

Selene blinked, a slow, incredulous smile spreading across her face. “Dr. Evan… you really are quite the dark horse, aren’t you?”