Meanwhile, after leaving the mansion Chris immediately made a phone call. As he spoke on the phone his tone was casual, but there was a calculated precision to his words, as if every detail had already been accounted for. He headed to the Carter family residence after hanging up the call with Ethan. *** Not long after, a massive construction truck rumbled toward the entrance of the sprawling Benjamin family estate, pulling to a halt directly in front of the iron-wrought gate. The towering vehicle’s presence was unmistakable—a deliberate blockade that prevented any exit or entry. It was just like a regular afternoon and the Carter residence environment was quiet and blissful. The house used not only the primary family but several of their distant relatives as well. This was no ordinary home; it was a symbol of wealth and legacy. However, that was about to change soon. Chris arrived at this place and stared at the building with a sly smile tugging at his lips, knowing exactly what

The young man outside their gate—some unknown thug in a construction truck—had blocked the main entrance to the Carter estate, and worse, he had effortlessly taken down all their security guards. This wasn’t some ordinary street rat; whoever he was, he had come prepared. Benjamin stopped at the wide bay window, gazing out over the sprawling grounds of the estate. Even from this distance, he could see the hulking silhouette of the construction truck parked defiantly at the gate. It hadn’t moved for hours, and the man inside hadn’t made any demands—he was simply there, waiting. The air around the estate felt thick with impending chaos, and Benjamin hated the feeling of being out of control. The Carter family had always thrived on power, on dominance over others, but now, their vulnerability was exposed for all to see. With every passing minute, the tension within the household escalated. The security guards had been dispatched quickly, and now the family huddled inside, anxiously awai

Chris turned toward Ethan and spoke in a low, even tone. “Ram the truck into the house.”Ethan’s eyes lit up with an almost childlike glee, his grin widening. “With pleasure.”Without hesitation, Ethan waved at the driver of the construction truck. The hulking vehicle’s engine roared to life, its mechanical growl sending a shiver through the mansion. The truck lurched forward, picking up speed as it barreled straight toward the Carter estate’s front gate.The gate, already bent from earlier, crumpled completely under the force of the truck’s impact. The walls groaned as the truck pushed through, bricks tumbling to the ground in a chaotic cascade of destruction. The carefully manicured lawn was torn to shreds as the truck plowed ahead, leaving a trail of devastation in its wake.Screams erupted from the Carters who had been standing near the entrance, watching in horror as their once-imposing estate was reduced to rubble. Some ran for cover, while others stood frozen, too shocked to mo

Brian’s face twisted in confusion. “What? What the hell are you talking about?” he muttered and turned to look at Benjamin who also had the same confused look on his face.“What rubbish are you yabbying about? Liam promised to send you guards to help us out.” Benjamin remarked in confusion.“You are mistaken, Patriarch Benjamin.” The lead man straightened, his expression hardening. “The Johnsons are no longer interested in protecting the Carters. You’re on your own.”The words hit Benjamin like a punch to the gut. His knees buckled slightly, and he grabbed at the air, as if trying to hold onto some sense of reality. “No… that’s not possible,” he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. “The Johnson…… they’ve always been our allies…”“Since when have we been allies,” the lead man said, his voice cold and final. Benjamin’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. He stumbled backward, his face pale and stricken, as if the very ground beneath him had just crumbled away. Indeed, it was true

Chris, standing tall in the center of the chaos, remained unfazed by the fury directed his way. He crossed his arms, a slow, cold smirk playing on his lips. “How despicable!...You all know it’s malicious to destroy someone's home, don’t you?” His voice was sharp and cold, cutting through the noise like a knife. “Then you should understand—it was the Carter family that started this first. Didn't you stop to think that it was right to inform us before demolishing the house we lived in?What do you think would have happened if we weren't able to get out of the house fast enough?I’m simply returning back the favors…..”“As for the pictures, I can assure that they are authentic. The Ambrose family is now in ruins and so will your Carter household……” he paused. Chris’s eyes scanned the crowd, his gaze landing on Eric. For a moment, their eyes met, and Chris saw something there—guilt, fear. Eric quickly looked away, but Chris already knew before he continued speaking… “ Courtesy of both Er