“Boss!! It has begun again!! They've restarted! Your presence is urgently required!" As he listened to Rocky's anxious rambling on his phone, Arnold cursed inwardly. "What exactly happened?" Arnold snapped when Rocky paused for a breath. "A fight has broken out, and..." "What triggered the fight? Start at the beginning, and don't skip any details because if you do, I swear I'll shatter your limbs when I get there." He muttered through clenched teeth, annoyance swelling inside him. As he completed his remark, Arnold glanced at his table, wondering whether Jia heard his outburst, but she was engrossed with her phone, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to pique her curiosity with his business issues when she already had enough to deal with. Worse, it wasn't just any business but affairs involving the murderous gang he controlled. He couldn't explain anything at the moment, especially to Jia. It was too risky. Even if he informed her, she might or might not understand

"Lisa, what exactly are you doing here?"Lisa fought back a smirk as Arnold turned to face her, arms crossed across his chest in defiance, and his eyes narrowed into deadly slits that made her feel afraid for a brief second. He looked so intimidating, and the prospect of his being enraged and doing anything horrible to Lisa made her uneasy.Arnold would never dare to touch her. He wouldn't dare because she was his closest confidante recently, and he knew about her traumas and how much she detested physical assault. But did he care about her that much so as not to touch her? She had no idea. She'd sneaked into his house earlier by tampering with the latch on the front door, and she’s done this to surprise him when he returned. However, the look on his face when he’d walked in through the open bathroom door and spotted her was one Lisa didn’t like at all.For goodness sake, she'd dressed in her most expensive lingerie, her legs wide open and exposed to the air like some sex goddess, b

"What is it you fight for, Mr Kein?" Mr. Kein's expression darkened with disdain when Arnold asked that query. What gave the young man in front of him the audacity to ask such questions? He had no right to ask a man like him what he was fighting for.Arnold, or whatever his name was, also had such a bold and arrogant appearance that Mr. Kein was already irritated.Because he'd granted an audience, the young man in front of him assumed he could ask whatever he wanted. Mr. Kein couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity as these thoughts and questions swirled around in his head.Mr. Kein perceived the query as an insult to his personality, although it was innocent and uncomplicated. The question went too far, probing into his private life, and he didn't like it. Also, the thought of someone knowing anything about his personal life repulsed Mr. Kein. His personal life was no one's business, and he would rather die than allow anyone to come close to it.Taking a moment to collect himsel

"Jia. I might have fucked things up with your Dad.”The words flew out of Arnold's mouth nearly too quickly and ineloquently to be deemed a legitimate speech or statement, let alone anything that sounded remotely like it could even begin to explain how he felt at the time. The words, like sour fruit, left a harsh taste on his tongue, and while he admitted that he might have messed things up with his mentor—Jia's Dad—it took all of Arnold's self-control not to strike the wall adjacent to him. Instead, he remained silent, saying nothing further as he awaited Jia's response.As he waited, his mind raced through the events of the previous few hours. It was already afternoon, a few hours after he'd stormed out of Mr. Xiu's office in a rage. Driving about town with no goal in mind, Arnold kept thinking and thinking, attempting to clear his mind, until he finally decided to come to Jia's hospital. He’d wanted to see someone. He needed to vent about what had happened and how he was feeli

Arnold and Jia arrived at Mr. Xiu's house in under thirty minutes.Arnold pondered the enormity of what lay ahead as he drove his car down the paved road, the passing countryside a blur. The road stretched out before them, a trail leading to the mansion that, as it stood, contained the key to half of his troubles.Arnold's hands gripped the steering wheel, unable to ignore the butterflies in his gut. The excitement was mixed with apprehension as if entering the home would open the door to a world he wasn't quite prepared to face. But he couldn't back out now. Mr. Kein's cry for closure struck a deep chord within him, propelling him ahead, and the fact that the guy was unwell made Arnold reconsider many things. Arnold had been taken aback by Mr. Kein's admission that he had been diagnosed with a terminal illness.Wasn't he the same agile and muscular man he'd met a few days before this second visit? The same man he'd bantered and conversed with, and not for a single second had Mr. K