Rita's command didn't make any impression on Franco who stood confidently before Edgar, giving him a look which explained "Do your worst!"
Noticing that Franco wasn't doing what he was asked to do, Mara walked to him with her stylish Gen-Z attitude. "Why aren't you on your knees pleading for mercy, huh?" She asked, "Is it until you meet your dead end that you'd realize that there is no need to act all brave here?" "She's right, Franco!" Elena spoke up after her sister. "Edgar here is a billion times more powerful than you are. Why don't you put your ego aside and lick his feet? You're not even influential to begin with so what's the need of your pride?" Seeing how much Elena and Mara spoke well about him, Edgar was already feeling too big of himself. He put his hands in his pocket and smiled contradictorily at Franco. "You heard them right, Franco. Why don't you be an obedient dog and lick my feet? It's not too much to ask, because you're filthy Poor!" "I refuse to kneel before my fellow Man and worst of all, lick the feet of my fellow Man!" Franco exposed deeply, angry veins popping out on his forehead. "I'm scared, Franco!" Edgar dramatized, forcing giggling from the guests. "You call yourself a Man, Franco but you couldn't even afford panties for your wife! You call yourself a Man yet you take your three square meals from your Wife's family. What type of a man is so useless that he watches his wife make success while he sits idle? Is that person a Man?" Edgar said, his tone becoming more serious, yet, Humiliating. "Just let go of your foolish Ego, and lick my feet. You're not a Man, are you?" "You must be in your deepest dream to think that I'll kneel for you talk more of saying SORRY! Just keep dreaming, Edgar Cayce!" Franco said rudely, increasing the anger in Edgar's body. He has never received this amount of insult before so to prove to Franco that he was capable, he yelled out. "If you won't kneel before me, then I will make you do it by FORCE!" He spoke out harshly, his tone filled with venom. "Men!" He screamed immediately and three MUSCULAR men walked in from nowhere. As the muscular men walked in, the guests decided among themselves that Franco was a GONER because the men approaching him were physically strong! No way he'd be escaping from them! "Attack this Man here and make him go on his feet!" Edgar directed to the men who responded in uniform "Yes, Sir!" Immediately after their response, they walked towards Franco fiercely, positioning their fists to punch Franco but Franco used his two palms to respectively grab the arms of the Muscular men. Before the men could notice what was going on, Franco twisted their fists into two, breaking their bones! "Arghhhhhh!" They yelled but Franco refused to let them go! Seeing this, Edgar directed angrily to the third man, "What the heck are you waiting for? Attack him right now?" Before the third man could walk forward, Franco stretched out his left leg! Using his super KICKING power, Franco kicked the Muscular man backward and he landed fiercely on the Banquet Exit! As the man landed fiercely on the floor, the entire guests were left in awe especially Rita and Elena who knew that Franco was as weak as an ant so how is it possible for him to fight like this? "Do you still have more Men left in your chamber?" Franco directed at Edgar who was still panting in surprise. "How did you manage to fight like that?" Edgar asked. "As long as I can remember, the only people who can fight like this are members of the Ruffian Club! So how did you manage to fight like them when you are not even their member?" Edgar's question made Franco force out a smile which disappeared instantly. Edgar was right! Franco did fight like a Ruffian but the truth is that Franco is not a member of the Ruffian Gang. In fact, he is the Ruffian Lord which is the strongest and Richest Fighting Group in Otlanto. Five years ago, Franco saved an old man from assassinators. The old man saw a lot of potential in him and decided to teach him Martial Arts. While training in martial arts and medicine, Franco discovered that the old man was the Ruffian Lord and the president of GLC. After his practice, the old man puts Franco to a test to live an ordinary life for four years. If he succeeds by living the life of a poor man without revealing his true identity, he will be the next Ruffian Lord! Throughout these four years, Franco has been living a poor man's life as Elena's husband and has been secretly booming her business just because he loves her. Last week, he received a message from the old man who trained him in martial arts and magic, that he has passed the Loyalty test and is now the Ruffian Lord. ALSO, he is the new CEO of GLC!Latest Chapter
315. Who Sent The Messages?!
As Elena thought about everything more clearly, she suddenly remembered that she was still on the call with Onny. Straightening slightly, she spoke to him in a firm voice.“You may go ahead and leave now,” Elena instructed. “Don’t allow them catch you. Wherever you are right now is owned by Franco. Without proper permission, no one is allowed to be there. Anyone caught there without authorization will definitely be prosecuted. So leave before you put yourself in trouble… and at the same time, drag me into it.”“Yes, Ma’am,” Onny replied obediently.Elena ended the call immediately afterward.Just as she had expected, Franco had already returned to the villa.Muna was there, waiting for him.The moment Franco stepped out of the car and saw her standing there, his face brightened. He walked straight to her, wrapped his arms around her, and planted a gentle kiss on her cheek.“My baby must have been stressed out,” Franco said softly as he held her shoulders. “Come on, let’s go inside.”W
314. Something Must Be Done
Only if the answer would come so quickly.Unfortunately, it wouldn’t.For now, Franco had no choice but to head back to the mansion first before he could hear exactly what it was Muna wanted to tell him.Yes, he had already gotten a villa for himself and his wife.He needed his privacy.Now that his identity was no longer hidden from the entire world, he had to start spending more time physically with his wife. Living openly meant building a real home with her, away from prying eyes.Franco had once spoken to Muna about moving into the most expensive villa in the country.At the time, she had a mood swing and hesitated. She was worried that no one would be there to take care of her Granny if she moved away.What Muna didn’t know was that Granny had been listening to their conversation the entire time.The moment the old woman heard Muna about to decline Franco’s offer of moving into a new home, she reacted instantly.Before the words could even fully leave Muna’s mouth, Granny raised
313. I Have Something I Want To Tell
Abandoning her without another glance, Franco continued walking away. His footsteps faded down the corridor until he finally disappeared from sight.The moment he was gone, something inside Alyana snapped.She grabbed the nearest object and hurled it across the room.Crash!“Nonsense! Nonsense!” she screamed, her voice echoing through the VIP section.Rage burned through her veins as she began destroying everything within reach. Plates crashed to the floor, glasses shattered against the walls, and chairs scraped loudly as she shoved them aside.The commotion immediately alerted the security and restaurant staff.Within moments, several staff members rushed into the VIP area.“Ma'am, please control yourself!” one of them pleaded as they cautiously approached her.Alyana shoved the nearest staff member away.“Just get lost!” she snapped, her eyes blazing with fury. “Nobody should tell me what to do! All of you—get out!”Ignoring their attempts to calm her down, she continued her rampage
312. DNA
Franco stared at the document in his hand, disbelief washing over him. His head slowly shook as shock coursed through his veins.He couldn’t believe his eyes.What he had just seen inside the envelope made absolutely no sense.“Hold on… is this a—”“DNA test results!” Alyana cut in quickly, answering the unfinished question before he could complete it.Franco’s brows furrowed as he looked up at her, clearly taken aback.DNA test?But what truly stunned him wasn’t just the existence of the test. It was the result printed boldly on the paper.Positive.His eyes flicked back to the document again as if hoping the words would somehow change.What the hell?How could the result possibly be positive?A sudden burst of laughter escaped Franco’s lips. The sound was sharp, filled with disbelief and mockery.“You’ve got to be kidding me, right?” he said, lifting the paper slightly as he looked at her.Alyana remained still, her gaze fixed firmly on him.Franco scoffed. “So not only did you lie
311. Take A Look!
Franco’s lips trembled uncontrollably.He could hardly believe what he had just heard… or what he was seeing.Oscar was his child?Oscar was his real blood?Did that mean Alyana had been telling the truth all this time?Or… was she still lying to him?Franco couldn’t make sense of it. His thoughts clashed against each other, refusing to settle into anything reasonable. Even his own mind seemed unable to understand what was happening.The last time he checked, he had only slept with Alyana once.And that night…He hadn’t even been properly drunk.His drink had been tampered with. Mixed with something—something dangerous. A love potion… or rather, a sex potion.That was the only explanation he had ever been able to give himself for what happened that night.But even then, he had always believed that a single night like that wouldn’t possibly lead to a pregnancy.So how?How had Alyana gotten pregnant?And not only that… she had already given birth?And the child… was already this grown?
310. Your Son!
Alyana felt her mood brighten at Franco’s question. A quiet wave of relief settled in her chest as she realized he was already connecting the dots on his own.After all, that was exactly why she had come here, wasn’t it?She had come to tell Franco the truth about his child. Yet somehow, when the moment finally arrived, she found herself unable to say the words directly. Hearing Franco piece things together himself made everything feel easier—almost natural.If he had already begun to suspect the truth, then this conversation might finally lead somewhere meaningful.Encouraged by that thought, Alyana’s smile widened. She placed her bag gently on the table before taking a seat across from him.“Now we’re talking business,” she said lightly, leaning back in her chair.Franco’s eyes narrowed slightly as he studied her expression. Her calmness only deepened his curiosity.“Just tell me the truth,” he said, his voice firm but controlled. “And be realistic about it.” He paused briefly befor
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