Lilian’s eyes flickered with panic as she processed the weight of Adrian’s words. Hades Prison. The name alone sent chills down her spine. “I… I can’t go there,” she whispered, her voice trembling with fear. There was no way she’d survive in such a place. This realization made tears well up in her eyes, the earlier confidence she sported now completely diminished. Her mind raced with thoughts of how she could escape this punishment, but as her gaze met with the unwavering gazes of Adrian and the bodyguards, she knew that her attempts would be futile. The smirk never left Adrian’s face as he watched Lilian break down, but this was just the beginning of her suffering. He shifted his attention to the leader of the bodyguards. “Take her to Hades Prison,” he ordered in a tone of finality. “And inform your uncle that the young master of the Young family has commanded that she be kept in solitary confinement. Under no condition should she be released until I say otherwise.” The leader

Adrian blinked, completely taken aback by Regina’s absurd accusation. “What? No, I would never—”“Stop lying!” Regina sharply cut him off then reared her hand back to slap him, but Anita firmly caught her wrist mid-air.“Stop this, mom!” Anita snapped, her eyes flashing with annoyance as she dropped Regina’s hand to the side. “Adrian didn’t do anything to me. Those marks on my wrist are as a result of an allergic reaction to jewelry. Please, stop jumping to conclusions!”“Don’t you dare defend him, Anita!” Regina shot back, folding her arms as she glared daggers at Adrian. “You have no idea how much I loathe this useless husband of yours! All my friends have sons-in-law who are worth something. They even got them invitations to the Mayor’s daughter’s wedding happening tomorrow. Something this good-for nothing can never afford to do!” As soon as Adrian heard Regina’s words about the wedding, his memory jogged, and he remembered the mayor had given him invitations to his daughter’s wed

Peyton’s face paled as he watched Rhea address Adrian with so much respect. The doubt and confusion he felt earlier was now replaced with fear as he realized that Adrian really hadn’t been bluffing. Adrian remained calm as he met Rhea’s gaze. “That car,” he began, pointing to the car behind Peyton, “belongs to my wife, Anita. It broke down last night on the side of the road. And this app.” He raised his phone, showing her the tracking app on the screen. “is connected to the tracking device which was placed in her car for security measures. The app clearly says that her car is here, but your brother-in-law claims it’s his. How is that possible?”Rhea’s gaze remained on Adrian’s phone screen for a moment, then her expression tightened as she now understood the situation. She nodded, and without needing further explanation, she turned towards Peyton’s direction, a glint of annoyance flickering in her eyes. Peyton, who noticed the disapproving look Rhea was giving him, blurted out defen

Regina frowned as she looked between the invitations in her hand, and the ones Henry was showing her. Doubt swirled in her mines as she saw the clear difference between them. Hers definitely paled in comparison. Not wanting to reveal the doubt on her face, she cleared her throat and squared her chin. “Until the security guards say otherwise, then I don’t believe our invitations are fake.” Fiona rolled her eyes at Regina’s attempt at seeming unfazed, even though it was clear by the way her hands twitched that she was extremely nervous. “Regina, you don’t have to pretend to be confident, when It’s obvious you’re scared. “You know as well as we do that those cards you’re holding are worthless.” Evelyn pouted, her face expression turning to one of feigned concern. “Aunt Regina, there is no need to feel ashamed,” she chimed in, in a bit to add fuel to the fire. “It’s clear that Anita’s good for nothing husband had deceived you both. If you don’t want to be embarrassed once the securit

Adrian shook his head as he stared at the way the landlord’s face contorted with pain. Irene, who was behind him, panicked, her eyes wide with worry as she saw the landlord doubling over and clutching his chest. “Adrian, what do we do?” She asked in an urgent voice as she stepped towards the landlord. “We should help him.” Irene was about to move towards the landlord as she said this, but Adrian slightly touched her arm, preventing her from going. “He’s having a heart attack, mom,” Adrian informed her, his voice calm as though there wasn’t a man fighting for his life in front of him. “There’s no need to panic. I’ll stabilize him.” Irene’s forehead contorted in a frown as she tried to understand what Adrian had just said. As far as she remembered, he didn’t have any medical training. She was about to voice out her confusion, but Adrian had already started walking towards the landlord. The landlord wheezed, his face now as red as beetroot, and sweat broke out of his forehead a