2025-05-14 15:46:04“Sorry, wrong. It’s a hundred and ninety seven.”
SLAP! One of the Shadow Guards immediately slapped Liam hard across the face. Meanwhile, Logan snapped his fingers and tapped a few times, then turned it toward Liam. “Your private yacht. Now belongs to me!”“NO! That is mine! MINE!” Liam roared in frustration.
That was his favorite yacht — and the most expensive one!
How could he let someone else take it away?
But ... SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Three slaps came one after another, making his head ring loudly.
Liam helplessly sobbed in pain.
The private yacht was worth $5 million ... and he had only bought it last month. Now gone!
His heart was bleeding.
Before he could drop to his knees and beg any further, Logan had already moved on to his next question. “Who is the last woman you slep with and what did you do to her next?” “Anna Kreel, my best friend’s youngest daughter,” Liam blurted. “She threatened to go to the press—I fucked her to death. And faked her death.” “I promise I’m telling the truth this time. You can’t punish m—” However... SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Another five slaps landed on Liam’s face—the last one so brutal two teeth flew out of his mouth. “U...un...unfair! Didn’t I say the truth?” Liam yelled in pain, protesting. “You know what? You’re a real devil! That poor girl was only fourteen.” Logan said coldly, his voice full of disdain. And with another tap on the tablet. “Your penthouse in Elleville's East Ridge. Gone!”Hearing this, Liam felt as if a chunk of his heart had been ripped out of his chest — that was his!
Damn robbers!
But he didn’t dare shout again.
“Who is your next prey?”
Ignoring Liam's sour expression, Logan quickly moved to the next question.
Liam hesitated. Reluctantly, he replied, “Charlotte Sullivan—both her grandmother and mother wanted me to take her. It’s a deal, I promise I did nothing wrong! At least, not yet!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! By now, Liam’s face was swollen beyond recognition. He clutched his swollen face in despair. He finally understood the rules: no matter what he said, whether truth or not, he would get slapped, and one of his most precious and valuable assets taken. Logan rose to his feet, towering over Liam with a cold fury. “Well, well ... You’re not just a disgrace to business—you’re a total blight on humanity!” Another tap. “Your offshore accounts in the Caymans. Seized!” Each answer was equally disgusting—enough to make anyone sick with outrage. The room reeked of disgrace—heavy with the stench of unspeakable acts that seemed to cling to the very air. With each disgusting answer, Logan stripped Liam of another asset—his stake in three major corporations, his antique car collection, his private golf estate, his ownership of several patents. One by one, Liam’s empire crumbled before him! By the end of it, Liam was trembling and sprawled on the floor, with his face bleeding.Like a dragon robbed of its treasure, Liam couldn't help but burst into tears.
“P-Please… mercy…don't...take them away,” Liam whimpered, still desperately trying to cling to his possessions.Meanwhile, Logan chuckled slightly, his mood wasn't bad.
For trash like Liam, there were three things that mattered more than life itself: fortune, power and status, and women.
And Liam deserved losing them all and go to hell!
Yet for now, Logan had only taken away Liam's fortune...oh yeah, ... and taught him a small lesson.
Wasn't he already very forgiving?
Curling up his lips, Logan sneered, “Liam, burn this into your skull—there are people beyond your ability to offend.” Without another glance at Liam, Logan stood and left with his bodyguards following like shadows. Liam collapsed, sobbing on the blood-smeared carpet of Room 238. Logan didn’t let his men finish Liam off directly. After personally interrogating Liam, he felt that killing this scum would only dirty his own hands—and let Liam off too easily. Liam deserved to suffer more, slowly, and painfully! Outside the hotel, Logan signalled Kane, and within seconds, all the Shadow Guards dispersed. Logan removed his mask, returning to his regular self. The shift in identities was oddly satisfying. Logan left the hotel and headed to the hospital ward where Charlotte was with Chloe, carrying a paper bag with warm milk and Charlotte's favorite snacks. “Logan?” Seeing Logan entering the ward, Charlotte echoed. She looked tired. “Brought you some milk and snacks.” Logan knelt beside her, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’ve done enough for today. Let me take care of both of you now.” He guided Charlotte to sit back, offering her the cup of warm milk. In front of enemies, Logan was a fearsome demon. But in front of Charlotte, he would always be the gentle man who loved her deeply. Maybe he’d be looked down upon by the Sullivans—but as long as he had Charlotte, nothing else mattered. “Oh, Logan, you’re so sweet.” Charlotte took a warm sip and dropped into the chair, watching as Logan took charge—adjusting Chloe’s blanket, checking her IV, and settling into the chair beside the bed. Meanwhile, back in Room 238 of the Grand Bellaria Hotel, Liam Hayes lay motionless, stirring only faintly.
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The emcee continued.The second: Sullivan Freight Lines, Northern Division — transferred to Harry Sullivan!John sat up straighter, confused.The third: Sullivan HighPoint Real Estate Group — transferred to Harry Sullivan.Barbara’s lips parted in shock.On and on it went—Sullivan Ventures Capital, Sullivan Global Beverages, the East Grove Estate, the flagship health facilities in Glenview—one after the other, announced and handed over to Harry Sullivan.Only two minor properties—barely profitable and geographically insignificant—were transferred to members of the second branch. Just enough to create a smokescreen of fairnessBut there was nothing for John’s branch.Murmurs fluttered among guests.John’s friends, who had come to celebrate, now whispered among themselves, unsure of how to react. They cast awkward glances at John’s table, where the atmosphere had shifted from celebration to confusion... then disbelief.Barbara looked crushed. Her red lipstick trembled at the corners
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The day of the Sullivan Investments handover ceremony arrived.For John and his family, this wasn’t just another family event—it was their moment. A culmination of years of ridicule, belittlement, and being treated like outsiders, all being swept away in one grand, triumphant day.John was dressed in a fine navy-blue tuxedo, his silver cufflinks gleaming in the sun. Barbara wore a stunning wine-red gown, matching Charlotte’s elegant silk dress. Logan, despite his leg injury, wore a tailored black suit and moved gracefully with his cane by his side. They stood together, united, glowing with anticipation and pride.“This is what dignity feels like,” John said with a chuckle as he looked around. “Finally.”“We earned this,” Barbara added, her voice tinged with vindication. “After all Charlotte’s been through, this is only right.”Charlotte nodded with a radiant smile, hoping this moment would help ease the pain she still carried from the destruction of Elysian Bloom.They had invit
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The following day, the morning broke quietly—until the shrill ring of Charlotte’s phone shattered the calm.Still half-asleep, she reached for the device on her nightstand. The name blinking on the screen was Maya, her secretary.She answered instantly.“Mrs Brooks,” Maya’s voice trembled. “It’s Elysian Bloom. The building… it’s on fire.”Charlotte sat up straight. “What?”“It started an hour ago. The place is already half gone—before the fire department even arrived.”Charlotte’s breath caught. “How is that possible? What happened? Was anyone inside?”“No one was hurt,” Maya quickly added. “The night staff had just left. But… the documents, the systems, everything’s… it’s bad. It’s really bad.”Charlotte's heart sank as the call ended. She stared blankly at the wall for a second, disoriented. Then it hit her—the sketches, contracts, signed NDAs, design blueprints, client records—was all inside that building, and by now everything would have been gone!Grabbing her coat with
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Grandma Sullivan turned slowly, raising a suspicious brow. “Harry, are you trying to kill me with gifts?” she asked, half-amused, half-curious.“It’s… something private,” Harry replied, lowering his voice. “We’ll need to talk inside.”Her brows furrowed deeper. “Talk? About a gift? Since when do gifts need a discussion?” she muttered, but turned anyway. With a quick command to the maids to lock up the car and move the gifts inside, she walked briskly past Harry and into the grand living room.The warmth of the room couldn’t compete with the frostiness of her tone. “Well? Out with it,” she said, settling on the velvet armchair with an air of imperious command. “What’s so private you had to escort me in like some criminal confession?”Harry took a seat across from her, crossing one leg over the other. “It’s about the Sullivans’ investments, Mom,” he began slowly. “All of them.”She narrowed her eyes.Harry continued, naming them one after the other: the Sullivan Property Fund,
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Ava sat rigidly at the edge of the velvet couch in the lavish dining room with her polished nails drumming silently against her wine glass. She was out on bail—thanks to Harry's swift connections—but her heart burned hotter than ever.She had been exposed.Charlotte and that wretched husband of hers had pulled the rug from under her right in front of the elite crowd at the Rhine Corporation Project ceremony. Her name had been dragged through the mud, her image tarnished, and her pride shredded.She stirred her glass of merlot and gave a bitter smile. No, this wasn’t over. Charlotte would pay. And this time, she, Ava wouldn’t strike openly. Harry sat across from her, halfway through his steak, while Jolene beside him, humming as she scrolled on her phone. The air was thick, heavy with unspoken tension, and Ava barely touched her food. Just then, Harry’s phone vibrated beside his plate.He glanced at the screen and stiffened slightly.“Excuse me,” he said, standing as he faced J
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As soon as the men saw the heirloom fall back underground and Logan scream from the bullet that had torn through his leg, their laughter filled the tight, dark chamber like echoes from hell. The priceless Brooks heirloom—encased in a polished titanium vault embedded with ancient carvings and blue-gold inlays—now lay just a few feet from them. The very thing they had risked their lives for was finally back within reach. And now, Logan, their obstacle, was writhing helplessly on the stone floor, clutching his bloodied leg.One of the masked men stepped forward. He was tall—towering at over six feet—with broad shoulders like iron gates. His body was covered in black tactical gear that seemed too heavy for any normal man to wear and his mask was grotesque, molded like a horned demon with fiery red eye-slits that glowed faintly. His arms were tattooed with symbols that resembled the same mark Logan had seen on his mother’s wrist the day she died. This man’s voice was gravelly and ta
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