Home / Urban / The Castaway Supreme / Chapter 35: Crushing the Little Toy
Chapter 35: Crushing the Little Toy
Author: Dapskull
last update2026-06-15 23:21:36

The small, pearl handled pistol trembled violently in Evelyn’s frantic grip. The shiny silver metal reflected the orange flames of the gold fireplace, its small barrel pointed directly at the center of Christian’s broad chest. Her face was completely wet with cold sweat, her breathing loud and ragged in the quiet living room.

Don't move, Christian, Evelyn screamed, her voice cracking with a wild, crazed panic. I swear I will pull this trigger. I will shoot you right through your arrogant heart.
Continue to read this book for free
Scan the code to download the app

Latest Chapter

  • Chapter 125: The Master Black Card

    The sleek, massive gold-and-black private jet cut smoothly through the dark night clouds before descending onto the brightly lit runway of Sovereign Island.The tropical ocean breeze blew softly against the glass windows as the plane rolled to a steady stop right in front of the island's royal private terminal.Outside, the island was a shimmering paradise of tall palm trees, marble fountains, and glowing white stone palaces. It was the exclusive playground for the richest people on earth, a place where multi-billionaires and foreign lords gathered to trade power and flex their massive wealth.Christian stepped off the jet first, his dark tailcoat fitting his broad shoulders perfectly. He turned back to gently hold Clara’s hand as she walked down the stairs in her flowing midnight blue gown, her diamond tiara sparkling under the bright airfield lights. Old Peter followed closely behind them, wearing his clean custom suit, looking out at the sprawling island with wide, curious eyes.A

  • Chapter 124: The VIP Ban

    The four heavy bodyguards took a step forward, their thick hands reaching out to grab Clara and old Peter by their collars. Prince Julian stood right behind them, his arms crossed over his chest, an ugly sneer covering his face as he waited to watch the simple country girl cry in front of everyone.Touch them and you lose your hands, a cold, quiet voice echoed through the lounge.The voice was not loud, but it carried a terrifying weight that made every person in the room freeze. The four bodyguards stopped their hands right in the air, feeling an icy chill run straight down their spines.Christian stepped out from behind the glass pillar, sliding his phone smoothly into his pocket. His icy blue eyes were narrowed into sharp slits, fixed straight on Prince Julian. He walked forward with slow, steady strides, his heavy footfalls making the marble floor sound like a ticking clock.Who do you think you are, boy, Prince Julian spat, trying to keep a brave face even as his knees trembled s

  • Chapter 123: The Royal Transformation

    Christian held the heavy gold card in his hand, his eyes cold as ice as he looked at the red text.The Seven Sovereign Syndicate thought they could insult his family name by putting his late father's private treasures up for sale. They wanted to show the whole world that the Sterling family was gone forever, but they were about to learn a very painful lesson.They want to sell what belongs to my family, Christian said softly, his deep voice filling the quiet room with a deadly promise. Then we will go to their private island and take everything back.Clara set her teacup down, her face full of worry as she looked at him. Is it safe to go to their home ground, Christian? The Syndicate controls that island completely.It does not matter what they control, Christian replied, reaching out to hold her hand gently. They think we are hiding in our city, afraid of their power. We will show up at their front door and show them who really rules this world.Old Peter stood up straight, smoothing

  • Chapter 122: The New Master of Trade

    The cold ocean water splashed high into the air as Lord Malaki hit the dark sea with a heavy crash. His loud, pathetic scream echoed across the entire harbor before he popped back up to the surface, coughing, gasping, and thrashing his arms wildly.On the steel deck above, the live news camera caught every single second of his disgrace. Millions of citizens watching from their living rooms saw the arrogant bully floating in the icy water like a wet dog, crying out the secret name of his dark masters over and over again for the whole world to hear.Christian did not even waste another second looking down at the shivering man. He turned his back on the ocean, adjusting his dark suit coat with smooth, easy grace as he walked off the ship deck.Director Vance followed right behind him, holding the signed transfer documents firmly in his hand.Take control of all twelve warships, Christian ordered calmly as he stepped back onto the firm concrete pier. Lock up his mercenaries, integrate the

  • Chapter 121: The Live Collapse

    The churning sea turned into a boiling mass of white foam as eight black submarines stood tall like giant dark walls around Lord Malaki’s fleet. The twelve grey warships looked small and helpless trapped between the concrete pier and the massive submarine division.Lord Malaki stood on the wet pier, his mouth wide open, his body shaking like a dry leaf in a strong wind. His expensive silver cigar sank into the dark sea water below, completely forgotten. The fifty private mercenaries surrounding him dropped their rifles onto the hard concrete, raising their hands high into the air with pale, terrified faces.Their brave words vanished into thin air. The heavy red laser dots that were aimed at Christian's chest just a few seconds ago disappeared completely.Christian took a slow, steady step forward, crushing the gold pen Malaki had thrown on the wet ground right under his leather shoe. The metal snapped with a sharp crunch, sounding like a breaking bone in the dead quiet of the docks.

  • Chapter 120: The Harbor Standoff

    The cold ocean breeze blew hard across the main harbor docks, carrying the salty smell of the sea and the dark scent of diesel smoke.Twelve massive grey warships sat idle in the foggy water just half a mile from the stone pier. Their heavy steel cannons pointed straight toward the city skyline, blocking every single trade ship from moving in or out.Standing at the front edge of the main pier was Lord Malaki. He wore a heavy black leather coat lined with white fur, surrounded by fifty elite private mercenaries carrying heavy assault rifles. Malaki picked up a silver cigar, lit it slowly, and puffed a big cloud of grey smoke into the cold air. His ugly face was twisted into a dirty, confident grin as he stared down the empty dock.He believed he was an untouchable king. He thought that because he brought heavy war machines and armed mercenaries, no businessman in this country would ever dare to stand up to him.A quiet hum filled the foggy air as a single black armored limousine drove

More Chapter
Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on MegaNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
Scan code to read on App