CHAPTER 179
Author: R. AUSTINNITE
last update2026-03-02 22:38:02

Hearing the woman, Zarek finally turned his head.

He looked at her, and the cold, dead light in his eyes made the woman’s dismissive sneer falter for a fraction of a second.

Zarek took a step forward, his shadow stretching across the plush crimson rug. He opened his mouth, his voice low and steady.

"We don't need a lecture on your inventory. We need—"

"I don't care what you think you need!" the woman snapped, her voice rising an octave, cutting him off mid-sentence.

She slammed her leather-b
Continue to read this book for free
Scan the code to download the app

Latest Chapter

  • CHAPTER 324

    "Immunity?" Soren let out a wet, wheezing laugh, stepping into the butler’s personal space.He poked a trembling finger into Lipton’s chest."You’ve spent so many years polishing silver that you’ve forgotten who provides the polish. My father is in a coma because of that animal. That isn't immunity, Lipton. That’s kidnapping. That’s assault. That’s a capital offense.""The High Command does not recognize civilian police authority in matters of—""Shut up!" Soren screamed, the effort making his eyes water from the pain in his jaw. "You’re a servant, Lipton. You’re a tool. You’re exactly what that bastard Riggs said we were. You think because you’ve lived in this house for twenty years that your opinion matters?”He sneered.“You’re a footnote on a payroll. If I want to go to the station and have the Commissioner put a warrant out for Riggs’ head, you will move, or you’ll be looking for a job in the slums by noon."Lipton looked down at the hand on his chest, then up at Soren. For a sp

  • CHAPTER 323

    He looked up at the black-clad soldiers standing like gargoyles on the VTOL’s ramp, then back to his father. He needed the lie. He needed the world to make sense again."I get it," Soren whispered, a manic gleam entering his eyes as he clutched Kaelen’s tattered lapels. "You did it, didn't you? You stayed out there for three days to break him.”He pulled his father closer, his voice a frantic hiss. “You let yourself get dirty just to show Riggs that even in the mud, you’re the one in charge. It was a play—a power move. You stripped him of everything, didn't you? Tell me you broke that animal!"Kaelen’s head lolled back. He looked at Soren, but his gaze pierced right through him, past the penthouse, past the wealth, and straight toward the dark names etched on the Black Wall."The dirt..." Kaelen murmured, his voice fading into a death rattle. "We are just... the dirt...""No! Stop saying that!" Soren screamed. The force of the shout sent a lance of agony through his fractured jaw,

  • CHAPTER 322

    "Don't you dare speak to me like that!" Soren wheezed, his voice whistling through the surgical wires in his jaw. "The man who cost him everything? Me? I am a Mace!"His eyes narrowed. "My father didn't lose anything. He was probably just... negotiating! He’s been gone three days because he was stripping that Riggs animal of his rank, his badge, and his dignity!"Lipton remained a statue, his expression unreadable. "Sir, the tone of the caller—""I don't care about the caller’s tone!" Soren screamed, spraying a fine mist of blood and saliva onto his silk pajamas. He began to pace frantically, eyes wide and bloodshot. "My father is a businessman. Do you hear me? A businessman!"A hard, desperate look settled on his face. "He probably made Riggs stay out there in the dirt just to show him who really controls the logistics of this country. That’s why it’s taking so long. He’s teaching him a lesson!"He snatched a nearby tablet, his thumbs smearing the screen with sweat as he scrambled

  • CHAPTER 321

    While the winds of the Border Wall howled around Zarek and a broken Kaelen, the atmosphere fifty miles away in the Mace Estate was thick with a different kind of tension. The grand foyer of the penthouse sat in a tomb-like silence, broken only by the frantic, uneven pacing of Soren Mace.He had been discharged from the specialist’s clinic only hours prior. His jaw was wired shut and reinforced with a surgical brace, but the physical ache was nothing compared to the gnawing vacuum of his father’s absence.Soren looked pathetic. A thick compression bandage stabilized his head, and his once-immaculate white suit had been replaced by silk pajamas that hung loosely off his trembling frame. Every few seconds, he winced as the rhythm of his heartbeat throbbed against the metal pins in his bone."Where is he?" Soren tried to shout. It emerged as a distorted, wet wheeze through clamped teeth. He snatched a crystal vase from its pedestal and hurled it.It shattered against the marble floo

  • CHAPTER 320

    Zarek released his grip, and Kaelen’s head slumped back into the dirt."He’s pathetic," Zarek muttered, stepping back. "He spent his life believing his money made him a giant, but without his network to prop him up, he’s less than the dust he’s digging in."Zarek turned toward the horizon, where the rhythmic pulse of distant shelling thudded against the air. "Shaw, get a medic over here. Not because he deserves it, but because I’m not finished with him.”“I want him awake when we reach the Border Wall. I want him to see the people who actually pay the price for his status before he finally breaks.""On it," Shaw replied, gesturing for two soldiers to haul the trembling billionaire toward the infirmary.As they dragged him away, Kaelen’s ruined shoes left two shallow furrows in the mud, the final, weak mark of a man who realized that in the eyes of the God of War, he was nothing more than a failed experiment.The infirmary tent was a symphony of agony and antiseptic. Kaelen was tossed

  • CHAPTER 319

    Within ten minutes, his midnight-blue suit jacket was discarded in the muck. Within twenty, his silk shirt was translucent with sweat, clinging to his ribs as he gasped for air.Zarek watched him with clinical detachment. Every time Kaelen slowed or leaned against the trench wall, Shaw would tap the toe of his boot against the ground, a silent reminder that the God of War was still presiding over his court."My back..." Kaelen groaned, collapsing onto a half-filled bag. "I can't... my heart... I’m fifty-five, Riggs! This is half the training of a recruit, and it’s killing me!""Recruits do this for twenty hours straight while being shot at, Kaelen," Zarek said, remaining seated. "You’ve been at it for forty minutes in a secured trench. You’re doing half the work with none of the risk, and you’re still failing."Zarek stood and walked over, looking down at the man who, just hours ago, thought he held the world in his palm. Kaelen was a pathetic sight: covered in filth, weeping from

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