The Ultimate God-King

2

Conor stared at the woman’s face, his mind flashing back five years.

Golden Sparrow City. The Sky Grand Hotel. He had been here on a mission—one that had gone terribly wrong.

Ambushed by enemies, drugged with a hallucinogen, and… the memory blurred—but now, looking at her, everything came back with painful clarity.

The very woman standing before him was the same woman from that night.

Conor cleared his throat, trying to mask the awkwardness behind his usual calm demeanor.

“About five years ago… that night…” he began, his tone hesitant, “it wasn’t… I mean, it was an accident. I didn’t—”

“Accident?” The woman whose name was Olivia, laughed coldly, so sharp that it sliced through the bustling airport noise.

She looked him up and down, her gaze filled with disdain. “You? Accident? Believe it or not, I could call the police and have you arrested right here, right now.”

Conor felt heat rise to his cheeks. Even as the King of the Gods, there were some situations that no amount of power could gracefully navigate.

And besides, he had never been in a relationship before.

He opened his mouth to apologize again, but before he could, a new voice cut through the tension.

A heavily made-up woman in a bold red dress stepped forward, her voice dripping with mockery.

“Olivia, didn’t you say you were coming to pick up your mysterious husband?” she sneered. “Why are you standing here in front of two beggars?”

Olivia’s expression froze for a split second.

Then, forcing a blissful, almost sugary smile, she hooked her arm through Conor’s and shot back sarcastically:

“This is him—my husband. He just came back from a business trip and didn’t have time to change clothes. Isn’t he… adorable?”

The woman beside her, still unconvinced, crossed her arms and glared. “Your husband? Really? I don’t see any evidence here. This is just some random man you dragged along.”

With smug pride, Olivia pulled a tall, imposing man beside her forward. He was sharply dressed, impeccably groomed, with the air of someone used to authority.

“This,” she announced, her voice dripping with condescension, “is my boyfriend, John Gaston, senior client manager at DragonTech.”

DragonTech—the top tech company in Golden Sparrow City—was a name that carried weight.

Olivia’s face darkens. And at that moment, Conor’s faint smile appeared.

“I’m quite familiar with DragonTech,” Conor said casually. “I even have a friend working there.”

Emma—the heavily made-up woman—burst into laughter, high-pitched and mocking.

John Wilson’s smug expression faltered for just a second before he quickly recovered with a sarcastic chuckle.

“Your friend… a janitor at DragonTech, maybe?” he sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance.

Nick, standing rigidly behind Conor, felt his blood boil.

How dare they mock His Majesty?

He stepped forward, fists clenched, ready to defend his boss.

But Conor merely raised a hand, calm as ever. “John,” he said, his tone slow, measured, “tell me your name, department, and position.”

John straightened, puffing up with pride. “John Wilson, senior manager, Investment Department. What—are you going to have your janitor friend clean my office?”

Before Conor could reply, a sudden commotion erupted outside the airport.

People screamed, cameras flashed, and the roar of engines filled the air.

Nick instinctively moved in front of Conor, scanning for threats.

From the growing crowd came a booming voice, carrying authority and command.

“It’s DragonTech’s motorcade!” someone yelled. “They’re here for a VIP arrival!”

John’s eyes widened, and the smug confidence that had filled his posture just moments ago faltered.

He glanced at Emma, who was mid-laugh at Olivia and Conor, and her expression immediately shifted from mockery to panic.

“This… this is… we should go,” John muttered, grabbing Emma by the arm.

Emma stumbled along, still adjusting her layers of makeup and feigning composure, but it was clear her priority had shifted entirely. “Right, yes… best get closer to the real executives,” she said, her voice tight with anxiety.

Compared to impressing DragonTech executives, humiliating Olivia and her “pauper” husband seemed trivial.

Olivia exhaled a sharp sigh of relief as she watched them leave, her brow furrowed. “your wild bragging almost exposed us,” she muttered, irritation lacing her words.

Conor shrugged lightly, his casual charm unshaken. “I wasn’t bragging.”

She glanced at him helplessly, her long hair falling over her shoulders in soft waves.

Her elegant face betrayed a mixture of exasperation and faint amusement.

Her dark eyes softened as she studied him.

At that moment, Nick leaned in quietly, reporting, “Sir, the people sent to receive us have arrived.”

Conor ignored him, his attention fixed on Olivia. A small, teasing smile curved his lips. “Since you’ve already picked me up… aren’t you going to take your husband home?”