Old Wade's statement implied that Grey would recover his money and expressed his disbelief in non-refundable policies. With a stern gaze directed at Grey, Old Wade swiftly followed Jayson's car, which was making its way to the parking lot of the luxurious 5-star hotel."I must contact those individuals. If I fail to explain the situation adequately, Grandpa will suspect me, and he won't allow my son to become Jayson's next of kin. How can I be wealthy if I let such a splendid opportunity slip through my fingers?" Grey anxiously muttered, his face etched with worry. He swiftly retrieved his phone and dialed the kidnappers' numbers, but none of them answered the call. After persistently attempting to reach them to no avail, Grey relinquished his efforts and hastened towards the entrance of the hotel.As Jayson stepped out of his vehicle, he noticed Old Wade approaching him. "Jayson, you've returned," Old Wade greeted, his weariness and guilt evident on his face.Jayson's eyes narrowed a

The tense atmosphere in Butler Anthony's tone indicated that Jayson had likely done something outrageous. Julius could sense it, and in an instant, he and his father stormed out of the study room with ferocity etched on their faces.They swiftly ascended to the balcony, where a shocking sight unfolded before them. Towering banners adorned the sky, proudly displaying audacious proclamations."Jayson Wade, the indomitable force! Let all the lowly dogs of the Saints family bow in reverence.""Kneel before your lord, Jayson Wade, oh lowly Saints!""With a mere flick of his hand, Jayson Wade shall bring the entire Saint family to its knees."With every word they read, Julius and his father's anger intensified. Their fists clenched instinctively, teeth gnashed in a furious rage. Locking eyes, father and son exchanged a glance filled with unbridled madness."You shouldn't let the trash die so easily; make him suffer as much as possible. When he pleads for death, deny him that release. Kill h

The Saint family patriarch carried Julius back to the ring and released him. Julius collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain.The patriarch fixed a cold gaze upon Jayson and spoke with a stern voice, "You have the audacity to bully the younger generation as an old man."From his keen observation, the figure standing before him appeared to be a man in his late sixties. The patriarch could sense it in his aura, deeply ingrained in his bones and qi.Jayson pulled back his hood, revealing his face, and shouted icily, "You old fool! Who did you just call an old man bullying the young? Look at me closely. Do I resemble someone of your age? You should be ashamed to step into this ring and confront a younger generation like me."The pupils of the Saint family patriarch widened in shock as he beheld Jayson's youthful appearance. He shook his head, questioning his own judgment. Perhaps he had misjudged the situation. Jayson, undeterred, spoke with conviction, "The Saint family lacks moral fibe

Jayson's heart sank as he heard Elena's words from the other end of the phone. Despite his deep-rooted resentment towards the Wilson family, he never wished death upon them. He furrowed his brow, attempting to recollect the details of the Wilson family matriarch's passing in his memories, but the threads of information eluded him. His reincarnation had altered the destinies of many individuals, blurring the events he once knew.The father-son duo, who had been engaged in conversation with Jayson, exchanged surprised glances as Jayson abruptly rose from his seat. Old Wade's voice carried a tinge of dissatisfaction as he addressed Jayson, "Jayson, if the Wilson family matriarch has indeed passed away, why do you appear distressed? Considering how they constantly preyed on the vulnerable, isn't this their due retribution?" His resentment still lingered from the recent events when the Wilson family had seized all their properties and forcibly evicted them from their newly acquired mansion

Don Santos peered at the man who had abruptly interrupted his plans to capture Old Wade and Grey, his underlings frozen in their tracks. With caution evident in his voice, Don Santos asked, "And who might you be?"The stranger's audacity in barging into such a perilous situation hinted at his extraordinary nature. Don Santos knew better than to underestimate someone who displayed such fearlessness. After all, his years as an underground gang boss had taught him to recognize expertise when he saw it.The man responded calmly, his words sending a chill down Don Santos' spine. "I am the Butler of the Anderson family. Will you give me face?"Alarmed, Don Santos couldn't help but shout anxiously at his underlings, who were still advancing towards Old Wade and Grey. "Stop! Do not lay a hand on them!"His underlings halted in their tracks and swiftly retreated. Don Santos wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, despite the chilly night air. Fear had taken hold of him, causing him to pers