"You're an intriguing man," Sophia said, both impressed and amazed. The two clinked their wine glasses. Around Victor, she could lower her defenses.Victor Damone could conquer the world if he wanted, but he was willing to let his wife go without resistance. Any other man in his place would reveal his true power and influence to Carol. He'd let her be intimidated and humbled by making her realize what she had lost. Was Carol so foolish that she couldn't see the true form of her ex-husband? Victor was the most alpha, masculine, heroic, and gifted human. A perfect specimen. However, he dressed conservatively and often acted like an ordinary man.Lance Baker had once told his sister that Victor was rumored to have mastered ten thousand legendary skills. That was impossible for any human being. Wouldn't that make him as competent as a battalion of gods? But only some people knew what Victor was truly capable of. Others could only make wild assumptions based on his past achievements.Sophi

Sophia had just witnessed a fight that defied reason. Tony Blackwell was a pompous jerk but a seasoned black belt in Taekwondo. He could handle a dozen trained fighters on his own. In front of Victor, he was like a child throwing a tantrum. Victor had moved so fast in defense and offense that he made afterimages, making Tony seem as slow as a turtle. Was Victor really human?At that moment, Sophia was glad she could touch him. Their arms were linked, and her body pressed into him as they walked out of the restaurant. However, Victor's mind was elsewhere. "Victor?""Yes?""Can you give me a bike ride? Since Claire and Haley got one each?"Victor raised an eyebrow. "So you know about that, huh?"She shrugged. "Well, it was not that difficult to figure out. I could recognize your shoulders from their Inst@gram pictures."He sighed and nodded. "Alright. I can drop you off at your home. Ask your driver to return the car by himself."Sophia smiled, and her cheeks blushed. Tonight had gone

"Who the fuck are you?" Joe Savage demanded, his eyes red in a fury. How the stranger could kick a steel-reinforced door off its hinges shocked him. Perhaps it was already loose and rickety?Victor did not answer him. He walked towards Donnie Tempest, the carnival mask hiding his expression. The gangster was grievously injured, but on seeing Victor, he raised himself off the floor with a groan and knelt on one knee. "Master… I'm extremely sorry for being so weak. I will accept any punishment you decide, even death.""Rise," Victor said in a low-pitch tone. "You've served me well. However, you can't win all battles if you want to win the war. I did not expect the Blackwells to declare war so suddenly. They shamelessly sent all their forces to take down one man. Considering that, you fought bravely, Donnie."The gangster bowed his head in reverence."How dare you ignore me?" Joe Savage barked. "Do you realize you just walked into a death trap?"Victor still ignored him, which infuriated

Claire and Victor were ushered into the Ribald Corporation building with an entourage. Holt Industries was one of the top five companies in Springfield, comparable with Clive Baron's conglomerate. Therefore, Claire's arrival was eagerly awaited. The deal of the century was about to happen between the city's bigwigs, which would change the landscape of Springfield for years to come.Executives stared at the gorgeous Claire Holt as she cat-walked down the corridor with a tall bodyguard by her side. Her hips pressed lightly against her business suit, accenting her voluptuous figure. She was known as the billionaire goddess in corporate circles—beautiful and powerful like a goddess. Billionaires sought Claire's favor relentlessly, but she rejected them all. As she traipsed down the Ribald Corp. corridor, many Vice Presidents and top executives greeted her, but she ignored them."Do you see how every other man desires me?" Claire asked Victor boastfully. "This is not my company, but the em

Gregory and Dale stepped back in shock. Victor Damone was a name they had never heard. Was such a bigwig hiding in plain sight? Was Victor the wealthiest man in the world? Why was he dressed in simple clothes and working as a bodyguard for Claire Holt?Roger looked as if he had seen a ghost. He felt as if he was dreaming. What the hell was going on? He just saw the two billionaires, Baron and Shannon, kneeling before Victor!Gregory nodded at Clive. "I see, so he is the boss you've been talking about. Mr. Damone… My apologies for failing to recognize you. You are welcome at my humble company, Ribald Corp."Dale Johnson bowed his head. "It is a privilege to meet you, sir."Victor acknowledged them both with curt nods. He never intended to reveal his identity to so many people. But perhaps Clive could no longer hold the secret under the present situation.Claire was awestruck. She wondered what Victor's real background was. Was he such a big deal that the entire city must bow to him? Cl