The Ultimate God-King

6

The room exploded into chaos.

Olivia’s face went ice-cold.

Emma gasped.

Ronan slammed his cane down furiously. “How dare you—!”

But the thugs only laughed louder.

Ronan’s face flushed red with fury, his hand trembling as he slammed his cane against the ground.

“Outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!” he roared. “This is the Nelson residence! You dare come here and bully my granddaughter?!”

His voice shook with anger, even if his authority no longer held the same weight it once did.

Though he doesn’t like Olivia, he won’t allow outsiders to bully her.

The thug leader smirked, clearly unimpressed.

Before anyone could react—

A small figure suddenly rushed forward.

“Don’t hurt Mommy!”

Lily stood in front of Olivia, her tiny arms spread wide, her little body trembling—but her eyes stubborn and fearless.

The entire room froze.

Olivia’s breath caught. “Lily—!”

Conor’s expression darkened instantly.

He stepped forward in one smooth motion and pulled Olivia behind him, his arm steady and firm.

“Stay back,” he said quietly.

One of the thugs snorted. “Oh? Got some guts, huh—”

SMACK!

The sound cut through the air.

But it wasn’t aimed at Conor.

Ronan staggered backward, a red handprint blooming across his aged face as the thug leader casually lowered his hand.

“Old man,” he said coldly, “I told you to shut up.”

The hall exploded.

“How dare you hit Grandfather!”

“This is too much!”

“You’ve gone too far!”

Even the usually composed Carl’s face darkened. He stepped forward, his posture rigid with anger, though a trace of calculation lingered in his eyes.

“Enough,” Carl said sharply. “Do you even know where you are? Which gang are you from?”

He lifted his chin slightly, regaining some of his earlier arrogance.

“My family—the Norman family—has some standing in this city. If this is about money, we can mediate.”

The thug leader stared at him for a second.

Then laughed.

“Gang?” he repeated mockingly. “Who told you we’re a gang?”

His grin widened, eyes turning cold.

“We’re employees of Titan Group.”

Silence.

Carl’s expression changed instantly.

All arrogance drained from his face, replaced by pure shock.

“T-Titan Group…?” he muttered.

The name hit the room like a death sentence.

Everyone went pale.

Even Ronan, who had been raging moments ago, fell completely silent.

Titan Group.

On the surface, a legitimate corporate empire.

But everyone in Golden Sparrow City knew the truth—their chairman had once been the most feared underworld kingpin in the city.

Compared to them…

The Norman family was nothing.

The Nelson family—

Even less.

Their tens of millions in assets meant nothing in front of a billion-dollar empire backed by blood and power.

Olivia felt her fingers go cold.

Her body trembled slightly.

For the first time… real fear crept into her heart.

Seeing the shift in the room, the thug leader’s smile grew wider, more satisfied.

“That’s better,” he said lazily. “Now you understand.”

His gaze slid back to Olivia.

“And since no one here seems willing to pay…” he added, stepping closer, “we’ll just take her.”

Emma stood frozen, her face pale.

But deep inside—

A different thought surfaced.

If Olivia is taken…

Her fingers clenched slightly.

Then she’s out of the picture.

No Olivia.

No competition.

No one to stand between her and the Nelson family inheritance.

A flicker of something dark crossed her eyes.

It’s not my fault, she told herself quickly. This is her problem… not mine.

Her lips pressed together—but she said nothing.

Not a single word.

The thug was already closing in.

Step by step.

Olivia’s breathing grew uneven. She looked around—

At her grandfather.

At Carl.

At the rest of the family.

No one moved.

No one spoke.

No one dared.

Her heart sank.

So this was it.

Slowly… she closed her eyes.

Resigned.

Just as the thug reached out—

“AHHH—!”

A scream tore through the hall.

BOOM!

A body flew across the room like a ragdoll, crashing heavily into a pillar several meters away.

The ground seemed to tremble.

Everyone froze.

Olivia’s eyes snapped open.

Her breath caught.

Conor stood in front of her.

One hand still slightly raised.

His expression—

Ice-cold.

Gone was the lazy smile.

Gone was the teasing calm.

What remained… was something far more terrifying.

His eyes locked onto the remaining thugs, voice low and dangerous.

“You want to take my wife?” he said slowly.

A faint, chilling smile touched his lips.

“Did you ask me first?”