The leader of the thugs sneered, his expression dripping with malice. "Listen up, boys. As long as we take care of these four," he gestured toward Dave, Zane, the driver, and the assistant with his gun, ".... we’ll be out of here safe and sound."His grin widened as he added with a vile laugh, "We’ll chop this delicate-looking guy into pieces and feed him to the dogs. As for the girl..." His eyes flickered to Zane. "We’ll have some fun first. Teach her a lesson before finishing her off."The other thugs erupted in laughter, some jeering in agreement. One particularly depraved man smirked at Dave. "What about him? He’s delicate, pretty even. Maybe we could have some fun with him too before we send him to the dogs."Their laughter grew louder, a chorus of wicked amusement that filled the tense air. Zane’s face drained of color, and her trembling hands gripped the edge of the car window. The driver, sweating bullets, sat frozen in terror.Dave, however, remained eerily calm, his l

The entire scene fell into an eerie silence, the kind that weighed heavy on everyone present. Zane and her driver sat wide-eyed, their expressions a mixture of awe and disbelief. The words to describe what they had just witnessed eluded them. The thugs, once loud and arrogant, now shivered in terror. Those who had been wailing in pain moments ago lay flat on the ground, not daring to make a sound. It was as if the very life had been drained from them by the sheer magnitude of Dave’s actions. Dave, standing calm and composed, surveyed the aftermath with a dispassionate gaze. To him, this was nothing extraordinary—just another confrontation resolved. Yet, for everyone else, it was an unforgettable moment of sheer dominance. The quiet was interrupted by the faint roar of engines growing louder in the distance. Zane perked up, recognizing the sound. “That must be my father’s men,” she murmured, still shaken but relieved. Dave nodded slightly but didn’t reply, h

Dave smiled faintly at Zane's compliment, brushing off her gratitude with a modest wave of his hand. "It’s nothing," he said casually. "I only know a bit of martial arts. Nothing too impressive. Compared to your father, who has power and plenty of subordinates to protect you, I’m not much." Zane tilted her head slightly. "You always downplay your abilities," she murmured, half to herself. Dave’s expression remained calm but serious as he continued. "Zane, you shouldn’t go out alone anymore, especially to places like this. It’s dangerous, and not everyone has good intentions." She nodded reluctantly but couldn’t resist asking, "And if I got into trouble again, would you come to my rescue?" Before Dave could respond, he added with a soft but firm tone, "I’m already married. Unfortunately, I can’t fulfill your fantasies." Zane’s eyes widened briefly, and then her face twisted in mild disappointment. Annoyance flashed in her gaze, but she quickly masked it, forcing

The boutique was bathed in an air of tension as the woman clutched the blue backless gown in her hands, glaring at Ava and Hannah. The nearby sales assistant watched the confrontation unfold, helplessly!Even though she knew the truth, that the gown wasn’t custom-made, as the woman had arrogantly claimed, it was a ready-to-wear piece displayed openly for any customer to try on. The sales woman didn't intervene when she noticed the man standing next to the woman.The man's presence exuded an intimidating aura!He was tall and rakishly dressed, with a smirk that suggested he was used to getting whatever he wanted. The sales assistant recognized him immediately: he was the second young master of the Tamil family, a notorious underground clan in Nexroh.The Tamil family’s influence ran deep and wide, touching every corner of the city’s gray industries.This playboy’s uncle was one of the leaders of the southern district’s largest underground force, and the family’s network stretched ac

Jackson Tamil's girlfriend, Elise, stood by his side, her arms crossed. A flash of jealousy crossed her eyes at Jackson’s brazen interest in Ava and Hannah, but she hid it well. More than anything, she relished the thought of humiliating them. So, she stayed silent, letting Jackson’s vulgar words marinate in the tension-filled room. “Are you out of your mind?” Ava snapped, her voice cutting through the air. “You think you can just say something so disgusting and expect us to entertain it? You’re shameless!” Hannah stepped forward, her fury matching Ava’s. “You’re nothing but a sleazy pig!” she hissed. “I can’t believe someone like you even dares to speak to us that way. Get over yourself.” Elise’s laughter broke through their angry retorts, loud and mocking. “Oh, come on,” she said, her tone dripping with condescension. “Why are you two so upset? Can’t handle a little fun?” She laughed again. Her laughter was sharp and cruel, designed to belittle and pr