The Ultimate God-King

8

The hall remained frozen, the aftermath of violence still hanging thick in the air.

They were all so shocked by Connor’s wild strength.

Conor glanced sideways at Olivia, his brows slightly furrowed.

“Titan Group?” he asked casually. “Why does everyone look like the sky just fell?”

Olivia stared at him, almost incredulous.

“You really don’t know?” she said, lowering her voice. “Titan Group’s boss is Henry Parker. Years ago, he was the underground king of this entire city. Even now, no one dares to underestimate him.”

She exhaled slowly, her fingers still trembling faintly.

“If he wants someone gone… they disappear.”

Conor blinked once.

“Henry Parker…” he murmured.

The name rolled off his tongue as if he were searching through distant memories.

“…sounds familiar.”

Olivia rolled her eyes instantly, irritation cutting through her fear.

“Oh please,” she scoffed. “Now is not the time to pretend you know people like him.”

But Conor had already drifted into thought.

Henry Parker… Henry Parker…

A faint image surfaced in his mind—

A long table.

Twelve gods seated. ‘His’ twelve gods.

And behind them…

Drivers standing in silence.

One of them—

Wasn’t his name Henry Parker?

Conor’s lips twitched slightly.

“…No way,” he muttered under his breath.

Meanwhile—

All eyes in the room slowly shifted toward Carl.

Hope.

Expectation.

Desperation.

Carl froze under their gaze.

Damn it… he cursed inwardly. Why are they all looking at me now?!

He forced a calm expression, straightening his suit as if nothing was wrong.

“Ahem,” he cleared his throat, adopting a confident tone.

“There’s no need to panic.”

Ronan’s eyes lit up slightly. “Carl… you have a solution?”

Carl nodded, as if everything was already under control.

“As it happens,” he said smoothly, “DragonTech is planning a major move. Tomorrow, they’re hosting a high-level cooperation summit.”

He paused deliberately, letting the words sink in.

“This isn’t like the previous five-million-dollar investment,” he continued. “This is something much bigger. They’re looking for long-term partners.”

The room stirred.

“If we can reconnect with DragonTech,” Carl went on, his voice gaining confidence, “and attend this summit… then Titan Group won’t dare act rashly.”

Emma’s eyes lit up. “That’s right! Titan Group may be powerful, but even they won’t easily offend DragonTech!”

Carl nodded, seizing the moment.

“My father has connections with DragonTech executives,” he added proudly. “I’ll contact him immediately and secure us an invitation.”

Relief flooded the room.

“That’s wonderful!”

“As expected of the Norman family!”

“Carl, we’re counting on you!”

Carl allowed himself a modest smile, though inside—

I just need to get out of here first…

“I’ll go make arrangements right away,” he said, already turning toward the door.

Ronan personally walked him out, his attitude completely transformed.

“Good, good! I knew you were reliable!” he said warmly. “The Nelson family will remember this favor!”

Carl nodded, suppressing the urge to rush, and left without another glance.

Not a single person suspected him.

Once the door closed—

Ronan turned sharply.

His expression changed instantly.

Cold.

Disgusted.

His gaze landed on Olivia.

“This is all your fault,” he snapped. “Stay in the house. Do not take a single step outside.”

Olivia stiffened. “Grandfather—”

“If Titan Group comes looking and you’re not here,” Ronan cut her off harshly, “the entire family will suffer!”

Then his gaze shifted to Conor—

Filled with open hostility.

“As for him,” Ronan said coldly, “he must leave immediately.”

Olivia’s brows furrowed. “What? No—”

Conor simply shrugged, completely unbothered.

“Alright,” he said lightly, then glanced at Olivia with a faint smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll take you away soon.”

Olivia froze.

Then her face flushed with embarrassment and anger.

“Are you serious right now?” she snapped. “Do you think this is the time for jokes?!”

Beside them, Lily clung tightly to both of them, her small hands gripping their clothes.

“I don’t want Daddy to go…” she whimpered, her voice trembling.

Ronan’s patience snapped.

“Enough!” he barked. “Get him out of here!”

But Lily shook her head stubbornly, tears welling in her eyes.

“No! Daddy stays!”

The room fell into an awkward silence.

Conor looked down at her, his expression softening slightly.

Then he raised his head and looked directly at Ronan.

“What would it take,” he asked calmly, “for me to stay with my daughter?”

Ronan let out a cold laugh.

“You?” he sneered. “You think you have the right to negotiate here?”

He lifted his chin arrogantly.

“Fine. If you can produce an invitation to tomorrow’s DragonTech summit—then you can stay.”

Mockery dripped from every word.

“Otherwise,” he added sharply, “get out.”

A pause.

Then—

Conor nodded lightly.

“Why not?”

Ronan blinked.

Olivia stared at him. “What are you—”

But Conor had already taken out his phone.

He dialed.

The line connected almost instantly.

“Nick,” Conor said calmly, “get me an invitation to DragonTech’s summit. For the Nelson family.”

On the other end—

No hesitation.

“Yes, King.”

The call ended.

Simple.

Direct.

Ronan stared at him for a second—

Then burst into laughter.

“Hah! Hahaha!” he waved his hand dismissively. “Still acting? Do you think anyone here believes you?”

Olivia stepped closer, lowering her voice urgently.

“Conor, stop,” she said. “This won’t work. My grandfather won’t be fooled by this kind of act.”

But before he could reply—

Her phone rang.

She froze.

“…Hello?”

Her expression changed as she listened.

“Yes… this is Olivia Nelson.”

A pause.

Her eyes widened.

“What…?”

The entire room went silent again.

“Yes… I understand… thank you…”

She slowly lowered the phone.

Then looked up.

At everyone.

Her voice… slightly unsteady.

“That was DragonTech’s liaison,” she said.

A beat.

“They’ve… formally invited me to attend the summit tomorrow.”

Gasps filled the room.

“And…” Olivia swallowed.

“They’ve already sent the electronic invitation.”