Immediately the room was frozen in awe. Even the most skeptical faces were now etched with disbelief and wonder. At that moment Camila’s grandfather rose from his seat, his eyes wide as he took in the intricate details of the painting. “Impossible,” he muttered, his voice trembling. “That painting was destroyed centuries ago.”Jason removed his hand from the canvas, the glow of the ring fading slightly. He turned to face the crowd, his gaze steady. “The ring doesn’t just hold power—it holds history. Memories. The essence of King Matais himself. No forgery could do this.”At that moment The hall erupted into chaos as soon as the painting fully formed on the canvas. Gasps turned into shouts, and within moments, phones were pulled out, people frantically making calls to gather more funds. Wealthy bidders barked orders to their assistants, demanding immediate access to additional resources. The once skeptical crowd now resembled a frenzy of sharks circling prey, desperate to secure wha

The air outside was cool, but tension simmered beneath the surface as Camila’s grandfather stepped out of the auction hall, flanked by Jason and Camila. His rejection of the numerous offers—both direct and through business deals—had left a few lingering stares and whispers in their wake. Still, he carried himself with an air of unbothered authority, his expression calm, as though the evening’s events had not just placed a massive target on his back.The drive home began in silence, the hum of the engine serving as the only sound in the confined space of the car. Camila sat beside Jason, her thoughts still swirling with unease. She couldn’t shake the feeling that their peaceful departure was too easy. Jason, ever perceptive, noticed the slight furrow in her brow but didn’t comment. He remained calm, his gaze steady, as though he too was bracing himself for something.The unease proved warranted when their convoy slowed upon reaching a narrow alleyway, one of the shortcuts to their est

At that moment Jason crouched in front of the gang boss, his cold gaze piercing through the man’s defiance. “Who sent you?” he asked again, his tone calm but carrying an edge that made the air feel heavier.The gang boss spat blood onto the pavement, smirking through his bruised face. “You can ask me a thousand times, kid,” he sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. “You won’t get a word out of me.”Jason’s jaw tightened slightly, but he didn’t rise to the provocation. Instead, he calmly pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts. Seeing what Jason was doing the boss raised an eyebrow, confused but still cocky. “What now? You gonna call your mommy?” he taunted, chuckling weakly.Jason ignored him, pressing a number and putting the phone to his ear. “Giovanni,” he said evenly, his eyes never leaving the boss’s face. “I need you here. Now.”The boss froze mid-smirk, the name echoing in his mind like a thunderclap. His blood ran cold as realization dawned, but he quick

At that moment Jason had just seen Camila’s text pop up on his phone, asking if he would marry her. He stared at it for a moment, his mind clouded with uncertainty.He didn't know what he was going to say to her or how he's going or react, but one thing is sure she won't give it and so doesn't her grandfather.Before he could decide how to respond, his phone vibrated with an incoming call. It was Summer.Without hesitation, he answered, pressing the phone to his ear. “Summer?” he said, his voice calm but curious.What greeted him wasn’t her usual cheerful tone. Instead, muffled sounds of struggling filled his ears. Jason’s expression shifted immediately, his brow furrowing as his grip on the phone tightened. “Summer? Are you okay?” he asked, his voice firmer now.At that moment aman’s voice cut through the noise, low and menacing. “She’s coming with me.”Jason froze, his body stiffening as his mind raced. His expression darkened, his jaw clenching tightly. “Who is this? What are you

At that moment The silence in the room was suffocating as Jason’s question hung in the air.Immediately the men on the couches exchanged glances before one of them smirked, rising to his feet. “You’ve got a lot of nerve barging in here,” he sneered, cracking his knuckles as he took a step toward Jason.However Jason didn’t respond. His eyes remained fixed on the group, his stance steady, every muscle in his body coiled like a spring. At that moment Another man, emboldened by his friend, stood up as well, grabbing an empty bottle from the table.“Looks like we’ve got ourselves a hero,” he mocked, twirling the bottle in his hand. “Let’s show him how we handle nosy bastards.”At that moment the first man lunged at Jason, swinging a wild punch.Immediately Jason shifted effortlessly, grabbing the man’s wrist and twisting it with brutal precision. At that moment a sickening crack echoed through the room as the man howled in pain, collapsing to his knees.Seeing what just happened the s