The Almighty Convict's Revenge

02

"Steve, are you alright?" Fae Svard asked, hurrying over to the fallen bodyguard. The towering man gritted his teeth, masking his agony with a stiff expression. "I am fine, Miss. Let us get in the car."

Once settled into the luxurious Mercedes-Benz, Fae Svard tilted her face toward the window. She watched the desolate scenery roll by, a deep shadow of melancholy flickering in her eyes.

"Miss, are you still thinking about what just happened?" Steve asked softly, catching her gloomy expression through the rearview mirror.

Fae Svard took a slow, deep breath, exhaling heavily. "Growing up, the person I respected most was my grandfather. I always obeyed his commands. If he is watching from above, seeing me break this marriage vow... I do not know what he would think of me."

"You should not overthink this, Miss," Steve advised, his hands gripping the steering wheel. "You did nothing wrong. This world is about the survival of the fittest. Curry is just a reformed convict now. He has no money, no status, and no future. Even if the Elder Patriarch were alive, he would not let his granddaughter marry a criminal."

Fae Svard offered a faint nod. "Perhaps you are right. But I still feel I owe him. Three years ago, he only ended up in that place because of me. If that incident had never happened, his life would undoubtedly be much better."

"You are worrying too much. Just look at the guy," Steve scoffed, a sneer twisting his lips. "He strolls out of prison acting arrogant. He does not look like someone destined for greatness. Given how barbaric he is, it is only a matter of time before he ends up back behind bars." A hateful glint flashed in his eyes.

The harsh words struck a nerve. Fae Svard's face darkened. "Are you questioning my judgment?"

Cold sweat beaded on Steve's forehead. "No, Miss, not at all."

"Just drive," Fae Svard ordered coldly, rolling up the window.

Steve swallowed hard and nodded. As she looked away, he discreetly slipped out his phone, typed out a hidden text message, and hit send. It read: "Curry is out!"

Meanwhile, down the dusty road, Curry had barely taken a few steps before a pristine Rolls-Royce glided smoothly toward him. The luxury vehicle slowed to a halt right in front of him.

The heavy door swung open, and a middle-aged man stepped out. Dressed in a tailored suit and silver-rimmed glasses, the man immediately straightened his posture and offered a deep, respectful bow.

"Boss Curry," the man greeted warmly.

Curry casually glanced at the gleaming car with a relaxed smile. "You are doing pretty well, driving something like this now."

"Everything I have is because of you," the suited man replied sincerely. "If you had not saved me, I would be a dead man right now. But enough about the past. Please, get in. I arranged a welcome reception for you." He quickly opened the rear door, bowing his head once more.

Curry gave a slight nod and slid into the vehicle.

At that exact moment, the black Mercedes-Benz cruised past. Sitting in the back, Fae Svard suddenly frowned. Through the glare of the sun, she thought she had just seen Curry stepping into a breathtakingly expensive Rolls-Royce.

"Did you just see Curry getting into that car?" she asked, her voice laced with confusion.

Steve lazily glanced at the side mirror before letting out a dismissive chuckle. "Miss, I guarantee your eyes are playing tricks on you. How could a penniless convict have a Rolls-Royce waiting for him? Even if it was him, he definitely just rented it to look important. Leaving a hypocritical man like that is the best decision you could make."

Fae Svard slowly nodded. She figured she must have been mistaken. If Curry truly had the background to afford a Rolls-Royce, why would he have been delivering takeout three years ago?

Inside the hushed cabin of the Rolls-Royce, Curry leaned back into the soft leather seat, closing his eyes to rest.

"Boss Curry, do you have any plans now that you are back in Bayhaven City?" The suited man broke the comfortable silence. "My company happens to have an opening for a manager. If you do not mind, I would be honored if you came to help me. How does an annual salary of five million dollars plus bonuses sound? If the compensation is not to your liking, we can easily negotiate."

Curry opened his eyes and laughed. "Things really are different now. Every time you speak, millions of dollars fall out."

"Please do not mock me, Boss Curry," the man said, awkwardly scratching his head. "I just got lucky these past couple of years and made a little money."

This humble man was Nicolas Kalyn, now widely recognized as a top business magnate in Bayhaven City. Three years ago, he had been a rising star until a rival framed him, sending him to prison. The harsh conditions caused his health to collapse completely. He was riddled with illness, drawing his final breaths in the infirmary. Every doctor had abandoned him as a lost cause.

In his darkest hour, Curry stepped forward. Using miraculous medical techniques, he snatched Nicolas Kalyn back from the grip of death. Shortly after his recovery, the truth behind his case was revealed. He received a full pardon and massive compensation. Leveraging that capital, he mounted an aggressive comeback. In a mere three years, he became one of the top ten wealthiest individuals in the city. The Kalyn Group now boasted dozens of branches and thousands of employees. Yet, he knew every ounce of his glory was owed entirely to Curry.

"There is no rush regarding work," Curry said softly. "Actually, I wanted to ask you about someone."

"Whatever you need, Boss Curry."

"Mika Turner. Are you familiar with her?"

"Mika Turner?" Nicolas Kalyn narrowed his eyes before slapping his forehead. "You mean the General Manager of Pinnacle Corp. Yes, I have dealt with her. She came to our company recently to negotiate a deal. However, her company's strength has been declining over the past two years. I was worried about complications, so I rejected the partnership." He paused. "Do you know her, Boss Curry?"

Curry nodded calmly. "She is my fiancée."

The statement hit Nicolas Kalyn like a physical blow. His body jolted, and cold sweat poured down his face. Panic set in. "Boss Curry, I swear I had no idea about this."

The man beside him was not just a miraculous doctor. In prison, Nicolas Kalyn had personally witnessed Curry decimate five massive, armed inmates without breaking a sweat, snapping their limbs with terrifying ease. The memory still made his heart palpitate.

"Do not panic, I am not blaming you," Curry said with complete indifference. "Do you know where her family lives? Drop me off there."

"Absolutely!"

The Rolls-Royce glided to a smooth stop outside the gates of a lavish suburban villa. Curry stepped out into the crisp air. Nicolas Kalyn scrambled out right behind him, sprinting to the trunk to retrieve a carefully wrapped box.

"Boss Curry, I won this painting, The Aurola Portrait, at an auction recently," Nicolas Kalyn explained quickly, handing it over with both hands. "I heard her father is an avid collector. Since it is your first time visiting your father-in-law, it would not look right to show up empty-handed."

Curry paused, considering the logic. A warm smile broke across his face. "You put a lot of thought into this. Thank you."

"As long as you are pleased," Nicolas Kalyn beamed, deeply relieved. He pulled out a sleek card and two heavy items. "This is my personal card. Call me anytime. And these are the solid gold keys to Hawthorne Creek Estate. Please stay there for now. I will transfer the deed to you soon, as a small token of gratitude for saving my life."

After bidding his friend farewell, Curry slung his worn backpack over his shoulder. Pulling his battered suitcase, he walked up to the grand entrance of the Turner Estate. He raised his hand and knocked firmly.

When silence answered, he knocked harder.

"I am coming! Stop trying to rush me, are you desperate to reincarnate?" a woman's harsh voice echoed from the courtyard.

The heavy door swung open, revealing a middle-aged woman wearing a deep scowl. She looked the dusty young man up and down with obvious disgust. "Who are you looking for?"

"I am here to see Mika Turner. Her grandfather sent me," Curry replied evenly.

"Get lost! If you are going to lie, at least come up with a decent excuse!" the woman spat viciously. With a violent shove, she slammed the door shut with a deafening crash, leaving Curry eating a cloud of dust on the porch.