The sunlight streaming through the window in Andrew's room didn't wake him up. It was already eleven in the morning, and Andrew had been sleeping soundly since the previous evening. In fact, this could be considered the first time Andrew had gotten such a long and uninterrupted sleep.
However, the ringing of his phone eventually forced Andrew to leave his slumber. His still-red eyes scanned the room for the phone, which was on the bedside table.
"Erica?" His younger sister's name appeared on the caller ID, and Andrew quickly answered the call.
"Andrew! Hi! Why did it take you so long to answer my call? By the way, I miss you, so I visited your office. I forgot which floor you're on, but I'll wait for you in the cafeteria, okay!"
"Erica--"
Before Andrew could respond, his sister had already ended the call. Immediately, Andrew got up and hurriedly left the room to meet Erica. Luckily, the clothes he wore yesterday were still decent enough to be worn outside.
"This is bad. If she finds out I'm no longer working, she'll be disappointed."
Andrew ran and raced against time. Fortunately, the distance from his home to the office wasn't too far.
"Quiet! Stop crying!"
Nadine's voice made Andrew halt in his tracks. His eyes widened as he saw Erica sitting in front of the company's door, crying. Her appearance was disheveled, with messy hair and worn-out clothes.
"Erica! What happened? What did you do to my sister!"
Andrew clenched his fists. Erica wasn't alone; she was with Orlando and Nadine. The two couples wore angry expressions, especially Nadine.
"I should be asking you what your family has taught Erica to turn her into a slut!" Nadine said, grabbing Erica's hair.
"Hey! Nadine, don't touch my sister, or you'll regret it!"
"What? What will you do if I do this to this whore?!"
"KYAA!"
Erica screamed in pain as Nadine gripped her face and pulled her hair again.
"You're the whore!" Andrew, angry, grabbed Nadine's hand and held it tightly, causing her pain.
Andrew glanced at Orlando, who remained unmoving. Nevertheless, his face revealed deep anger and frustration.
"What happened, Erica? Why did you come with them?"
"Let me go!" Nadine forcefully pushed Andrew's hand away and folded her arms, kicking Erica's body with her knee. She said, "Answer, idiot! Explain to your pathetic brother here that you're a whore who craves the touch of a man!"
Several pedestrians passing by and employees in the lobby glanced at the commotion. However, Andrew didn't care. To him, no matter how big the commotion was, when it involved his family, especially his sister, who was his last remaining family, it was an important matter that had to be fought for.
"Explain, Erica. Whatever happened, don't be afraid to speak up!" Andrew said firmly.
"I... I was indeed near your office earlier, and coincidentally, I saw Nadine. She was together with that guy, looking very close and laughing together. I was confused because to me, that was unusual since she's your girlfriend. So, I decided to approach her. Nadine said you had already broken up, and when I asked about your whereabouts, they said you were in hell.
Obviously, that shocked and panicked me. I tried to find out, but they only laughed and kept insulting you. At that time, Nadine realized her phone was missing from her bag, so she went inside the office. Meanwhile, the guy stayed near me, and just as I was about to walk away, he suddenly grabbed me.
I was quite startled and reflexively released his hand. He approached me and whispered something awful. He harassed me, saying he wanted to pay me for a night together because my body was too tempting not to be enjoyed. While he was saying that, Nadine suddenly returned and started yelling at me.
The guy fabricated a story, telling Nadine that I was the one seducing him. But that never happened. You know I don't really care about love, Andrew. I wouldn't do anything bad just for money!"
Nadine appeared furious and vented her emotions by hitting the side of the wall.
"Shut up! I would never assault a woman! Your sister does look like a prostitute, but I would never do anything wrong to her, let alone pay for her body! Even if it were given for free, I wouldn't even want to enjoy it!"
Andrew clenched his fists and walked towards Orlando, glaring at him. He said, "Say it one more time, and I'll destroy you, Orlando!"
"Ah!"
Erica screamed again, and Andrew shifted his gaze towards his sister. He found Nadine once again pulling Erica's hair and screaming in her ear. "Don't lie, or I'll send you to jail! A whore like you couldn't possibly be seduced by Orlando! He knows good and bad women!"
"Nadine!"
Andrew's hand was almost close to Nadine's face, but he refrained from slapping her.
"Why? Why don't you slap me? Come on, slap me. Go ahead and defend this whore, because she is guilty. Even if you slap me a thousand times, I won't stop teaching your sister a lesson! Remember, Andrew! You've been separated from Erica for years. How would you know that she's been living this lowly profession without your knowledge? Didn't you tell me that women would flock to Orlando because of his wealth? That's what's happening to your sister now!"
Andrew looked at his sister, who shook her head with a tear-stained face.
Orlando shrugged. "That's right, as I said, my body is too valuable to indulge in cheap and low women like your sister, Andrew."
Orlando's words further fueled Andrew's anger. This time, he no longer held back his fury. He turned his body towards Orlando, grabbed his collar, and said, "Say it again, Orlando, say it!"
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The flickering neon lights outside 'The Rusty Anchor' reflected off the rain puddles, creating distorted shadows on Andrew’s face. He pulled his hoodie lower. It felt strange walking among the people he usually ignored. Now, he was one of them—the invisible debris of the city.His back still throbbed from the strikes of Orlando’s silver cane, and every step he took sent a jolt of pain through his fractured ribs. However, that physical agony was nothing compared to the cold, frozen rage solidifying in his chest.Andrew stopped in front of an old electronics shop displaying a dozen televisions in the window. Every single one broadcasted the same face: Elena."Further evidence has been uncovered regarding Andrew’s involvement in money laundering through his humanitarian foundation," the news anchor’s voice echoed through the quiet street. "Orlando Smith, currently serving as interim CEO, has promised full transparency. Meanwhile, Andrew’s whereabouts remain unknown. Police warn that he i
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The rain over the industrial zone was thick with the scent of rusted metal and sea salt. Inside the warehouse, the air was stagnant, smelling of antiseptic and decay. Andrew stood before a cracked mirror in the small bathroom of the bunker, staring at the stranger looking back at him.His face was a map of purple bruises and jagged cuts. His ribs were bound so tightly with bandages that every breath felt like a shallow struggle. But it was his eyes that troubled him most. The vibrant, electric blue that usually pulsed with the energy of the necklace had faded into a dull, flat grey. He reached for his chest, touching the blackened stone. It felt like a cold piece of coal, dead and unresponsive."Boss, the van is ready," Viper’s voice echoed from the hallway. "But I still think this is a mistake. You’re in no condition to be on the streets."Andrew stepped out, leaning heavily against the doorframe. He was wearing a grease-stained hoodie and oversized cargo pants—the kind of clothes he
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Viper pushed the black van through the outskirts of the city, weaving through traffic and mounting curbs whenever necessary. In the back, Andrew lay sprawled on the floor, his breath coming in jagged hitches. His chest felt like it was being hollowed out by fire. Every time he tried to tap into the energy of the necklace, a cold, viscous pain stabbed at his heart. The seal was absolute."Hang on, Boss," Viper growled, swerving the wheel toward a derelict industrial zone near the docks. "We’re almost at 'The Hole'."'The Hole' was an old warehouse Andrew had converted into an emergency medical bunker years ago. He had built it using untraceable cash—no bank records, no digital footprints, and completely hidden from Elena’s oversight.As the van’s sliding doors hissed open, two medics in nameless black scrubs immediately pulled Andrew onto a gurney."Status?" one of the medics asked sharply."Internal bleeding, fractured ribs in three places, and... something supernatural has choked his
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The heavy oak doors of the Chief Surgeon’s office felt like the gates of a tomb. Inside, Andrewlay collapsed on the floor, his fingers twitching toward the obsidian-black pendant resting on hischest. Every breath was a jagged blade in his lungs. The Essence of the Black Shackle,activated by Elena’s herbal "vitality" drink, was doing its work—weaving a web of necroticenergy around his meridians, strangling the very source of his power.Orlando stood over him, his expensive Italian leather shoes inches from Andrew’s face. Hereached down and gripped Andrew’s hair, forcing his head up."Look at you," Orlando sneered,, his eyes dancing with a manic light. "The great Andrew. TheKing of the City. The man who thought he could erase the Smith name with a few signaturesand a flashy suit. You look like a dying dog, Andrew."Andrew tried to speak, but only a thick, metallic-tasting bile rose in his throat. He looked pastOrlando to Elena. She stood by the window, her silhouette sharp again
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Andrew woke up with a cold sweat drenching his silk sheets. His heart was hammering against his ribs—a sensation he hadn’t felt since he first mastered the inner breathing techniques of the ancient necklace. Normally, the energy from the artifact would soothe his nerves even in the deepest sleep, but tonight, he felt as if a thousand-ton weight was crushing his chest.He glanced at the digital clock on the bedside table. 4:30 AM. The dawn had not yet touched the city’s skyline, but unease had already gripped his soul. Andrew sat up, attempting to summon a flicker of energy to clear his mind. However, as he tried to circulate the power through his meridians, he hit a wall. It felt like trying to force water through pipes filled with thick, freezing sludge."Something is wrong," he whispered into the darkness.He reached beneath his shirt, clutching the necklace. The metal was cold—far too cold. Usually, the yellow gemstone emitted a faint, comforting warmth that synchronized with his h
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The skyline of the metropolis shimmered under the moonlight, a sprawling sea of electric diamonds that seemed to bow before the penthouse of the Celestial Tower. Inside, Andrew stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass window, a glass of vintage scotch in his hand. He wasn't the same man who had been humiliated in a cramped office years ago. His curly brown hair was neatly trimmed, and his blue eyes, once filled with desperation, now held the cold, piercing depth of an ancient ocean.The necklace—the source of his god-like power—rested silently beneath his silk shirt. He could feel its pulse, a rhythmic thrum of energy that connected him to the very atoms of the city. To the world, Andrew was the untouchable sovereign of the Smith-William conglomerate. He had crushed his enemies, healed the incurable, and amassed a fortune that could buy nations."Everything looks small from up here, doesn't it?"A soft voice broke his contemplation. Andrew didn't need to turn around to know it was Elena, h
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