2026-07-03 00:52:53Julia and Derek burst into a mocking laughter, enjoying Harry's humiliation while expecting Nancy to thank them and run away. After all, they were doing this naive girl a huge favour. But on the contrary, her face turned serious.
She stepped in front of Harry, “I trust Mr. Kipling completely.” Nancy was going to say more, Harry didn't want to waste another second on them. He gave her a nod, and they walked right past the stunned couple, entering the grand venue. The auction hall was filled with hundreds of velvet seats. Harry and Nancy took their seats in the front-row central VIP area, a section reserved exclusively for the most powerful titans of the nation. “Boss, the event is about to begin. I need to go backstage right now to coordinate with the grand organizers regarding your upcoming keynote speech. Please excuse me for a moment." Harry nodded calmly. "Go ahead." Meanwhile, Julia and Derek had been guided by the ushers to the cheap, lower-tier left rear section of the hall. Sitting all the way in the back, Julia felt deeply humiliated. That humiliation became ten times more bitter when she spotted Harry, sitting comfortably in the center of the ultra-luxury VIP row. "Look at him!" Julia hissed to Derek, her blood boiling. "How dare he sit down there!" With some time before the curtains rose, the couple marched down the aisle, feeling righteous in their anger. With a nasty smirk plastered on her face, Julia whispered harshly, "Harry, you've clearly never been to a high-society place in your miserable life! The seats down here are strictly reserved for the elite multi-millionaires of the city—you can't just sit down wherever you please like a clueless idiot! Get up before the guards throw you out!" Derek adjusted his silk tie with an arrogant laugh. "Frankly speaking, Harry, you would be extremely lucky to even get a job as a security guard at a prestigious building like this. But Julia told me about your money problems, and let's just say, I could put in a good word with the management and get you a janitor position here. At least it pays better than food delivery!" Harry sat completely still, casually flipping through the glossy auction brochure in his hands. "I told you before, I'm here for the auction. Stop making a scene in public and have some basic decency. Go back to your seats before—" Julia’s face turned bright red with anger. She wanted to shout and continue the argument, but Derek held her arm and whispered, "Don't waste your breath on him, Jules. Look around, the event is starting. Once all the true distinguished guests are seated, the venue security will take care of this squatter. He’ll be dragged out." Julia smirked. "You're right, that will be more satisfying to see." They hurried back to the rear section. One by one, the rest of the guests arrived, and the lights dimmed down. The stage lights flashed to life as the auction host stepped onto the center stage to welcome the illustrious crowd. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the annual Caldwell’s Charity Auction! Let me first introduce tonight's highly anticipated, exclusive item: the legendary antique ring from the fallen noble imperial family! It is rumored to hold the ultimate secret to a massive, ancient fortune beyond human imagination!" The crowd gasped in excitement. The host smiled warmly and raised his hands. "But that is not all, my friends. We have another major announcement: the mysterious head of Vanguard Holdings will be joining us live, on this very stage tonight! He will be sharing his company's groundbreaking business plans and investment strategies for the coming year. Stay tuned!" The moment the host finished speaking, Julia’s eyes lit up with ambition. Her heart was pounding– so, the golden rumors were absolutely true! The CEO of Vanguard Holdings was actually in this room! She gripped Derek’s hand tightly, her voice shaking with greed. "Derek! I have to meet the VIP guest tonight, no matter what! If I can just secure a single supply partnership with his empire, Apex Media's annual profits will double at the very least—and the IPO will be within our reach!” Derek nodded, his beady eyes shining. “Go for it, Jules! Use all your charm. Once you get his backing, we will be the richest couple in the city!”
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A salt-laced wind swept across the edge of Sentinel Bluff, rustling the tall silvergrass that clung to the jagged limestone cliffs. Below, the northern harbor stretched out like a dark velvet blanket, dotted with the yellow navigation lights of container vessels and the distant, glowing grid of the metropolitan skyline.Harry stood near the precipice with his hands resting in the pockets of his dark trousers. The midnight suit jacket had been left behind at the Levine manor, still wrapped around Priscilla's bruised shoulders. He wore only a plain, charcoal-gray thermal shirt, the fabric stretched taut across his broad shoulders and back. The dried smears of mercenary blood had been washed away, but the scent of ozone and ancient pine still clung faintly to the pores of his skin.He closed his eyes, inhaling the crisp, freezing mountain air deep into his lungs.The moment he slowed his breathing, the dormant power inside his body responded.It was no longer the wild, bucking tempes
Chapter 212
Noemie’s breath hitched in her throat, a cold, icy prickle running down her spine. "Who were they hunting?" Julian looked at her intently, his brow furrowing with deep, complicated caution. "They were cornering that young man," Julian muttered, dropping his voice to a bare whisper. "The one you've been asking our scouts about. Harry Kipling." The room seemed to violently tilt on its axis. The color drained from Noemie’s face so fast it felt like a bucket of freezing ice water had been dumped straight over her skull! Her fingers gripped the cold edge of the marble bar so tightly that her knuckles turned stark white, the blood roaring in her ears like a deafening waterfall. "Harry...?" Noemie whispered, her voice cracking as a wave of suffocating, blinding panic clawed at her throat. "What do you mean, hunting him?! Is he... did they—" "I don't know the full details, Noemie!" Julian interrupted quickly, his own frustration and alarm bleeding through his composed mask. "The entire
Chapter 211
The private penthouse lounge on the sixty-fourth floor of the Solis Tower was bathed in the dim, golden amber of the approaching dusk. Floor-to-ceiling panoramic glass panes looked out over the sprawling metropolitan harbor, where cargo freighters and luxury yachts drifted like toy ships across the gray water.Inside the quiet, minimalist study, Noemie sat on a wide cream-colored velvet armchair, an untouched cup of Earl Grey tea growing cold on the frosted glass side table beside her. A leather-bound sketchbook rested open on her lap, a charcoal pencil balanced idly between her slender, manicured fingers. Normally, the gentle hush of the high-altitude suite was her haven, a sanctuary away from the suffocating political maneuvers of high society.Today, however, the charcoal hadn’t touched the page for hours.A persistent, hollow dread had settled deep behind her sternum, cold and heavy like an anchor dragged across jagged rocks.The heavy double doors of the private elevator vest
Chapter 210
Priscilla leaned back against the high stack of goose-down pillows on her four-poster bed, the faint, clean scent of crushed wintergreen and ancestral ginseng ointment rising from the white linen bandages bound neatly around her wrists. Every few minutes, a nurse in a crisp gray uniform tiptoed into the quiet chamber to change the cold herbal compresses resting on her swollen cheekbones, speaking only in hushed, reverent murmurs before slipping back out through the double doors.For the first time in nearly twenty-four hours, the deafening noise of the world had completely ceased.There were no screaming kidnappers. There was no freezing concrete beneath her knees. There was no smell of burnt motor oil, stale tobacco, or the humiliating sting of coarse leather gloves striking her skin. And yet, whenever Priscilla let her heavy violet eyes flutter shut, the terrifying echoes of the godown tried to claw their way back into her chest.Her breath hitched, and she instinctively reached
Chapter 209
"When those ruthless animals had me trapped, it was Harry who answered my call! He came alone! He tracked them through the city, stormed the warehouse, and single-handedly fought his way through twenty armed mercenaries with his bare hands to pull me out of that hell! He took down three entire layers of elite killers without hesitation, just to keep me safe! He is my savior! If not for Harry Kipling, your granddaughter would be a mutilated corpse in a ditch right now!" Every single word landed like a massive boulder crashing into a calm lake, shattering the courtyard into dead, ringing silence! The eight security guards turned to stare at Harry with sheer, petrified awe. One man... fought through twenty armed mercenaries with his bare hands?! What kind of monstrous, mythical warrior was standing in front of them?! Old Master Levine closed his eyes for a brief second, exhaling a long, shuddering breath. The encrypted message from Wes Humbright echoed in his mind: “A young dragon of
Chapter 206
The eight estate security guards hesitated for a split second, their hands tightening nervously on their heavy stun batons as Violet’s screech echoed off the high marble walls of the courtyard. The air felt thick, heavy, and dangerously volatile, like a lightning storm trapped inside a glass bottle. "Did you deaf idiots not hear me?!" Violet shrieked again, her face contorting with ugly, red-faced hysteria as her pointed red stilettos stomped against the paving stones. "I said break his legs! Shatter his kneecaps! He is a common criminal who assaulted our first heiress! Attack him!" Seeing the guards twitch, preparing to lunge forward in a coordinated strike, Harry didn't take a single step back. He didn't even shift his center of gravity. His arm remained locked firmly around Priscilla's trembling waist, his chin held high, while his emerald eyes darkened into a chilling, abyss-like void. A microscopic fraction of the celestial dragon qi resting dormant within his meridians sti
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