Tyler struggled with conflicting emotions for a few moments. Should he go out looking for Yara? Was it worth it even though she left on her own accord? The answer was a resounding yes. Tyler wasted no more time. He showered and dressed up quickly to set out in search of Yara. In those few moments, the young man tried to reason with himself. He had very exalted life goals like reaching the peak of his cultivation, becoming the strongest on earth, and ascending to the throne of the Seraphim King. It was a responsibility Butch Salvatore thrust on his shoulders. The Tyler who entered prison was a defeated nobody and would've probably withered away. Butch gave him power, purpose, and predestination. His life no longer belonged to himself and his compulsions. Therefore, individuals looked like stepping stones to him on the stairs that destiny cut out for him. Even though most human beings meant little to Tyler in the overarching scheme of things, he had a moral compass. He couldn't be in

Yara’s throat suddenly became dry, and she felt dizzy. What did Ricardo just say? Did she hear him right? Was he auctioning an intimate night with her to strangers? That was ridiculous! How lawless could the man be? “I won’t do it…” she murmured to Ricardo angrily. “How dare you try to sell me? Am I a commodity?” The fatso threw a look of disgust at her. “Fucking cunt! You will do exactly as I say! You will be my sex slave until I have recovered my losses! Or else…!” Ricardo pointed towards the side stage, where his guard held a sharp dagger to Julia’s neck. “If you as much as shake your head in disagreement, my guy will open another mouth on your friend’s neck! Is that clear?” Yara’s eyes welled with tears seeing Julia’s plight. The poor girl fell into the villain’s trap only because she worked at Mathews Munchies restaurant. Yara felt partly responsible for the predicament. She steeled herself, faced Ricardo, and nodded reluctantly. The fatso cackled in satisfaction. “That’

Yara pulled up her T-shirt slowly and reluctantly. She hoped that if she could delay even for a while, somebody would come to rescue her. But her expectations seemed unfounded.Yara's flawless waist and navel came into view first. An ordinary man would be aroused with even this much exposure. She was such a natural, exotic beauty.Pine Hilton was upon the girl in an instant. His hands grabbed her wrists firmly. Yara let go of her T-shirt in shock. She froze in her place, unable to speak or move.The young Hilton chuckled. "This is your first time with a man, huh?"He extended a hand and tried to touch her cheek. She cringed at his approach."You're mine," Pine said sternly. "I won't let anybody else touch you."Yara raised her eyes, confused by the strange choice of words. Did the young Hilton think he owned her forever? Or did he plan to purchase her from Ricardo for good? Considering his financial background and compulsive attitude, it didn't seem impossible.Pine tried to touch her

Draven was taken aback by the stranger’s rebuttal. Did he just say that the entire Sapphire City Branch of the Red Vipers was a knockoff? The kid was either exceedingly brave or hopelessly stupid. An insult to the Grim Reaper would only serve to quicken his inevitable death. Draven was highly agitated but wanted to maintain composure before his followers. If he wanted to be a big mafia boss in the future, he had to learn to deal with misguided heroes with class. ”Why don’t you take off the hoodie and face me like a real man?” the gangster asked through clenched teeth. “Fair enough.” Tyler smirked and slowly lowered his hoodie, exposing his face. His eyes sparkled, and a soul-piercing gaze shot towards Draven. The latter’s eyes widened in disbelief as he recognized the man before him. “Tyler Grant…” he mumbled in horror. “It cannot be…” The gangster suddenly felt like his throat was dry, and his tongue was parched. He caught his own right hand on instinct. A thick bandage was rolle

Tyler shut down Athena's Insight and leaned on the shower wall behind him. The pallid corpse of the celebrity Gina Perry lay before him, her face twisted in pain and horror.In a few minutes, police officers and event staff would burst into the ladies’ locker room. Apparently, they had received an anonymous tip-off that Gina was being held against her will in the shower chambers.After discovering the celebrity's dead body and finding Tyler in the same room, the cops were likely to arrive at one conclusion. That he was Gina Perry's cold-blooded murderer. It would be an open-and-shut case since the criminal was caught red-handed.The young man did not panic at all. A simple solution was to escape out the window. Even though it was the tenth floor, he could easily land on the ground without getting hurt.However, another problem presented itself. Tyler would never find out who actually killed Gina Perry and tried to frame him. Was it Duke Hilton or someone else? Moreover, he had not yet