She had previously discussed this matter with Feliciano in Elysian Echo, promptly transferring two million to Feliciano's company account and signing a contract. It was just a routine business deal. She had shelled out a substantial sum, and Feliciano had benefitted from it - so who gained from whom? "Ha, boasting so grandly, are we?" Feliciano retorted, utterly unimpressed by Dulcie's conduct: "A person who owns only a tiny gemstone company should know her place and stay humble in my presence." "Don't tell me you're overly reliant on that ragged husband of yours, acting like a hunting dog for others, thinking that knowing Director Tremblay is a big accomplishment?" "I'll have you know that you're far from adept in this gemstone industry. If you want to succeed in Elysian Echo, you won't get anywhere without my approval." Feliciano asserted arrogantly: "Moreover, what use does it serve you to attend this gemstone gala? Just one word from Yuki would render you incapable of negotiati

"Young Master Panchak, I will do as you wish. I will sever ties with Theophilus and Dulcie immediately, and if you don't allow them to do business, I will inform all the gemstone companies in Radiant Harbor to block their paths." John lowered his head further. After weighing his options, he chose to bow to Benedict. "Ha ha ha!" Benedict laughed triumphantly: "Old man, you indeed know your place. Now kneel in a corner. You may stand up only when I permit it." "John, we had just finalized our cooperation, and you're changing your decision already? This seems like a joke." Dulcie's face darkened. She felt that Young Master Panchak was suppressing others. His behavior was utterly outrageous! "Furthermore, what does our cooperation have to do with you? I don't even know you." Dulcie glared at Benedict, her face marked with anger. "Ah, Miss Dulcie, it's not an issue if you don't know me, but now you do." Benedict smirked, his gaze mocking: "If you want to expand your gemstone business in

Elsewhere, Theophilus and Dulcie left the Metal building, with Hades at the wheel on the bustling road, preparing to return to the Mid hotel. "Theophilus, that Benedict we encountered today seems to have quite the lineage. Even Guild Master John of the gemstone guild feared him so much. The way you confronted him, could it bring trouble?" From the back seat, Dulcie's voice tinged with worry. It was her first encounter with such a high-handed person, slapping people at will, demanding them to kneel to converse. He was every bit a feudal prince. However, the rumors about the Panchak family of Radiant Harbor, the most influential in Empyria, supported the notion that Benedict's standing was not inferior to that of an ancient prince. What repercussions might Theophilus' blatant disregard for Benedict's pride bring? "It's alright, Dulcie, don't worry about me. He's nothing more than a jester." Theophilus calmly responded: "And Dulcie, our trip to the gemstone convention in Radiant Harb

Having issued his order, a horde of men in vests lunged forward, all targeting Theophilus, their hands reaching out to apprehend him. Theophilus remained unruffled, raising his cup to take a sip of tea. He sat still, utterly disregarding the approaching enforcers. Crash! Hades, standing behind Theophilus, spun around to shield him. With a swift flick of his hands, he struck out at the men advancing on them, immediately knocking two bodyguards to the ground, their heads bleeding profusely. Immediately following, Hades swung a quick, powerful kick, the sound of snapping bones accompanying each connection. He had floored the whole group of bodyguards in moments, leaving them sprawled on the ground. "Ah!" "It hurts!" In less than a minute, the team intending to capture Theophilus lay writhing on the ground, courtesy of Hades. Their wretched cries echoed around the room, each man bleeding profusely, bodies broken and bruised. "Damn, still daring to play this game?" Benedict sneered,

"Benedict, dare you utter another word in Mr. Jake's presence? I will blow your brains out." Vincent's voice hardened with threat. Fear was apparent in Drake's eyes. He couldn't comprehend the situation; how could someone as cautious as Vincent behave so recklessly? Was he declaring war against the Panchak family? "No! Don't kill me! Uncle Panchak, please help me. Call for help. This is your territory!" Benedict was paralyzed with fear, screaming in desperation as though the gunshot had pierced his liver. "Drake, all my men are waiting outside the Panchak's hotel." Vincent turned to Drake, his voice steady: "Think carefully. Do you have the guts to face me?" Drake's face was twisted in bitterness. He did not dare contradict Vincent. He never expected Vincent to personally intervene in this matter, firing a gun and arranging guards around the hotel, putting so much effort just to assist some country bumpkin named Theophilus? It was clear that Vincent's current power far exceeded D