2025-04-29 14:53:33The sharp, humiliating smack of flesh against flesh echoed through the grand hall.
Alexander Hargrove’s hand whipped across Yemin Ravollor’s face a second time, harder, angrier.
"How dare you treat my father like some laboratory rat!"
The other guests and doctors gathered in the sprawling estate gasped, murmuring in vicious tones, their judgment swift and cutting.
"Serves him right," one of the senior doctors sneered, his arms folded smugly across his chest.
"The arrogance of thinking he’s better than us," another chimed in, lips curling into a mocking smile.
Marcus Chen, Hargrove’s loyal right-hand man, moved instinctively toward Yemin, his face a mask of shame and worry.
Before he could finish, Alexander turned on him with a snarl, his hand lashing out in a brutal slap across Marcus’s cheek.
His voice cracked under the strain of his fury.
"If anything happens to my father, your head will be the first to roll!"
Yemin stood motionless. His cheek throbbed with the sting of the slap, but he didn’t even flinch. His hands hung loosely at his sides, and his calm, unfazed demeanor seemed to enrage Alexander even more.
He could feel their eyes on him — eyes dripping with contempt, derision, hatred.
The thought twisted bitterly inside Yemin’s chest, but he swallowed it down. No need to waste his breath. They would see soon enough.
In the midst of the chaos, Faye Langford watched him, her heart pounding with confusion and anxiety.
Every instinct inside her screamed that Yemin was different, that he wasn’t the monster they were painting him to be.
Then she saw him — Yemin, slowly lifting his hand… not to retaliate, not to explain, but to calmly glance at his wristwatch.
"Thirty," he murmured, his voice low, almost indifferent.
Alexander scoffed, throwing his hands into the air.
The crowd erupted into laughter, the sound sharp and cruel.
"Or how long he’s got before that snake turns him into a corpse too," another added, grinning like a hyena.
Yemin’s lips barely twitched into a smile — not mocking, not bitter, just... certain.
Faye, her voice trembling, found the courage to step closer to him.
His eyes met hers — dark, unwavering, filled with a calm that almost seemed supernatural.
The silence that followed was almost deafening.
And then the mockery exploded again, louder, more vicious.
"Pfft! Hah! You hear that?" Alexander barked, pointing at Yemin like he was a circus clown.
"Insanity! Absolute insanity!" cried an older doctor, shaking his head vehemently.
"I knew it," spat a woman in a white coat. "The moment he walked in here like a stray dog, I knew he’d bring disaster."
Faye’s heart clenched painfully. She didn’t know who or what to believe anymore.
Yemin, unaffected by the storm of ridicule swirling around him, continued his slow, deliberate countdown.
"Twenty-four."
"Twenty-three."
The words fell from his lips like a death sentence, rhythmic and eerily calm.
Alexander crossed his arms, shaking his head in disgust.
"Maybe he’s trying to hypnotize himself into thinking he's not a criminal," one of the onlookers sneered.
Faye wanted to reach out, to tell him to stop — to tell him he was only making things worse for himself — but something inside her froze.
She saw something in his eyes, something unshakable.
He wasn't bluffing.
The seconds dragged painfully, each number ticking down against the thundering heartbeat in her ears.
"Twelve."
"Ten."
The tension in the air grew so thick it was almost suffocating.
"Five."
"Three."
Alexander rolled his eyes and turned away in contempt, muttering,
"Two."
Yemin lowered his arm slowly. The room held its breath.
No sound.
No miracle.
The laughter returned — loud, brutal, merciless.
Alexander pointed at Yemin with a triumphant sneer.
The doctors nodded in agreement, some openly clapping in mock applause.
"Bravo, conman. Bravo. Now get the hell out!"
Faye pressed her lips together tightly, swallowing the bitter lump rising in her throat. Her nails dug into her palms.
Yemin, however, didn't flinch. Didn't scowl. Didn't even look disappointed.
Because he did.
He always did.
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Chairman Hargrove, still kneeling, straightened slowly and turned toward the stunned crowd. His voice, though still raspy from illness, rang with undeniable authority."Everyone. Leave. Now."There was no room for negotiation in his tone.The doctors who moments ago sneered at Yemin Ravollor scurried out of the room, heads bowed and faces red. Some of them stumbled in their haste, almost tripping over each other to get away. The guards hesitated, exchanging nervous glances, but at a sharp look from Marcus Chen, they too turned and filed out.Faye Langford lingered just outside the doorway, heart hammering in her chest as she peered in through the half-closed doors.Inside, only three men remained: Chairman Hargrove, Alexander Hargrove, and Yemin.The room felt suffocatingly tense.Alexander, pale and trembling, finally found his voice."Father," he blurted, disbelief dripping from his words, "Why... why are you begging a common doctor?!"He sneered, trying to reclaim some of his lost
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He caught her staring and smiled slightly."Can you drive me home?" he asked, his tone light."I don't have cab fare."Faye blinked, confused for a heartbeat."Y-You don't...?"He chuckled under his breath, the sound low and strangely comforting.Without waiting for her answer, he started toward the exit.As they crossed the wide lobby, whispers broke out all around them."Who is he?""How could a nobody like that...?""Chairman Hargrove knelt to him. Knelt!""Maybe he's... someone powerful we just don’t know about?"The stares burned into Yemin’s back, but he didn't seem to notice.Or maybe — Faye thought, heart pounding —He just didn’t care.Faye Langford gripped the steering wheel tighter as Yemin Ravollor slid into the passenger seat beside her, casual and unbothered, as if he hadn’t just turned the whole city’s elite upside down.Her mind reeled.First Group A’s CEO treated him like royalty... now Chairman Hargrove too?Just who exactly did Katherine Shaw divorce?She stole a gl
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The car hummed quietly beneath them as Faye navigated through the dim city streets, the soft glow of passing streetlights casting fleeting shadows across Yemin’s relaxed face.She stole a glance at him, still half-disbelieving everything that had happened today — and everything he was.Her grip tightened briefly on the steering wheel."I, uh... wanted to tell you something," she said, breaking the silence.Yemin turned his head lazily toward her, one brow lifting in mild curiosity."Yeah?"Faye hesitated, chewing her lower lip. Then she blurted,"Katherine invited me to her birthday party. She... she said you should come too."The words hung awkwardly in the air between them, thick and sticky.Yemin’s expression didn’t change — outwardly, he remained perfectly calm. But deep inside, something stirred.Invited?Katherine?Since when did Katherine Shaw offer anything without a knife hidden behind her back?Still, he didn’t let his thoughts show. Instead, he leaned his head back against
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