THE SUPREME KING OF WEALTH

LITTLE DID THEY KNOW

Mrs. Sam was already walking toward him, her steps fast and firm, her face tight with anger. The morning light hit her sharp features, making her expression look even colder.

Connor didn’t move from the car door. He stood straight, one hand still resting on the handle of his Mercedes S-Class, his posture calm but unyielding.

“Stop right there,” she repeated, her voice hard. “You are not using this car.”

Connor looked at her quietly for a moment before speaking. “I bought this car with my own money,” he said calmly. “So why are you ordering me not to use it?”

Mrs. Sam let out a sharp laugh. “Bought it?” she snapped. “And who pays for the taxes? The maintenance? The insurance? Certainly not you.”

Connor’s expression didn’t change, but his gaze grew colder.

“Nothing here belongs to you anymore,” she continued, stepping closer. “So get your hands off that car.”

The car gleamed under the morning sun, its polished black body reflecting everything around it. It was one of the finest luxury vehicles he had ever owned, worth millions, a symbol of the life he once had. Now, it stood there like a reminder of everything he had lost.

Mrs. Sam suddenly moved forward and stood directly in front of the door, blocking him completely.

“You won’t touch this car again,” she said firmly. “And if you try anything, I’ll call Mason right now. Let’s see how brave you are when he gets here.”

Connor looked at her without flinching. His voice, when he spoke, was low and steady. “When I had everything… you treated me differently.”

Mrs. Sam’s eyes flickered slightly.

“You respected me,” he continued. “You smiled. You stayed close. You valued me.”

He paused, his gaze steady.

“But now that I’ve sold my real estate portfolio… including my luxury mansion… just to save your daughter’s failing hotel…” his voice hardened slightly, “this is how you're treating me.”

Mrs. Sam’s lips tightened, but Connor didn’t stop.

“So all of that was fake?” he asked quietly. “You didn’t value me. You valued my money.”

For a brief moment, there was silence.

Then Mrs. Sam scoffed loudly. “Don’t twist things to make yourself look like a victim,” she snapped. “You brought bad luck into this family. Ever since you came, nothing has gone right!”

Connor said nothing.

“You think sacrificing your so-called wealth makes you noble?” she continued harshly. “No. It just shows how foolish you are.”

Connor’s eyes remained calm, but something cold settled deeper inside them.

“I did what I chose to do,” he replied simply. “Not for you. But for your daughter.”

Mrs. Sam waved her hand dismissively. “Enough! Move away from the car!”

Then she raised her voice. “Mason! Mason!”

Her voice echoed loudly through the compound.

“Mason!” she shouted again.

A moment later, the door opened, and Mason stepped out, his expression confused. “What’s going on?” he asked, glancing between them.

Before anyone could answer, another voice cut in.

“Well, I was just about to come over to say something!”

Mrs. Agatha White appeared from behind, walking toward them with a dramatic expression.

Mrs. Sam turned slightly. “What is it now?”

Mrs. White pointed straight at Connor. “This useless son-in-law of yours killed my puppy yesterday!”

Connor remained silent.

He was not a man who exchanged words in cheap arguments.

Mason blinked, then burst into laughter. “You’re joking, right?” he said, looking at Connor with mock amusement. “You’ve fallen that low?”

Connor still remained silent.

“I saw him!” Mrs. White continued loudly. “He was the last person who drove past that street yesterday!”

Mason shook his head, laughing. “Unbelievable. Can’t even take care of himself, now he’s killing animals.”

Mrs. Sam folded her arms. “You see?” she said sharply. “This is the kind of person he is.”

Connor didn’t respond. His grip on the file in his hand tightened slightly, but his face remained calm.

“That’s why he shouldn’t be anywhere near that car,” Mrs. White added. “You did the right thing stopping him.”

“Of course I did,” Mrs. Sam replied proudly. “Someone like him doesn’t deserve to drive such a car.”

Mason smirked. “Honestly, you’re not even qualified to handle something like that,” he said mockingly. “Do you even know what you’re doing behind the wheel?”

Connor looked at them, his expression unreadable.

From inside the house, there was no sign of Clara. She hadn’t returned since last night. She's at Senator Mark Gatlin’s residence, staying close to him, enjoying the attention and status that came with his name.

Connor’s gaze darkened slightly at the thought, but he said nothing.

“Look at him,” Mrs. White sneered. “Standing there like he has any dignity left.”

“Jobless and useless,” Mrs. Sam added. “And still pretending to be calm.”

Mason laughed again. “Honestly, just leave already. You’re embarrassing.”

The insults kept coming, one after another, but Connor didn’t respond.

Not once.

He simply stepped back from the car.

Mrs. Sam watched him carefully. “That’s right,” she said. “Know your place.”

Connor adjusted the file in his hand. It was slightly wrinkled now from how long he had been holding it.

Without another word, he turned and began walking away.

Behind him, their voices continued.

“Don’t come back with that attitude!”

“Useless human being!”

He kept walking. Step after step.

The morning air felt colder now, but his expression remained calm.

When he reached the road, he raised his hand slightly and stopped a taxi.

The driver rolled down the window. “Where to?” he asked.

Connor opened the door and got in. “Drive,” he said quietly. “I’ll tell you the location.”

The car moved.

He looked down at the file in his hand, then out the window. The city passed by in a blur, but his eyes remained steady.

Minutes later, the taxi slowed down in front of a tall skyscraper.

The building stood high, its glass surface reflecting the morning sun. At the front, bold letters were displayed clearly.

Millennium Real Estate.

Connor stepped out of the taxi and handed over his last cash.

“That’s all I have,” he said calmly.

The driver glanced at him, then nodded and drove off.

Connor stood there for a moment, staring at the towering building.

Then he tightened his grip on his file and started walking toward the entrance.