*****The soldier trembled violently, his entire body breaking into a cold sweat as the full weight of his near-disastrous mistake sank in.His throat tightened, swallowing hard against the sheer terror that gripped him.‘Which… which incompetent fool from the estate’s management team told me that Villa Number One wasn’t expecting any visitors?! Are they trying to get me killed?!’ He yelled in his mind.His pulse began to thunder against his ribs, his legs turning weak beneath him.‘Thank the heavens that I managed to control my rage just now and haven’t acted on my impulse. If I had, I wouldn’t have even realized how I died.’ He thought, his breath coming in shaky bursts as panic clawed at his insides.Just then;“You brainless mutt!”Jennifer’s sharp, scathing voice cut through the soldier’s thoughts like a whip, jolting him back to his senses."Why in the unholy hells are you still standing there gawking? Are you deaf? Did you not hear this mother give you an order?!" she

*****‘This… this kind of Misunderstanding!’ The soldier’s lips couldn’t help but part open, only to shut again, and this happened repeatedly, his thoughts spiraling into utter chaos.Why had he discarded his dignity like worthless trash? Hadn’t he done it all just in order to gain Xavier’s favor?Why had he swallowed every ounce of humiliation hurled at him from those two vermin without so much as a protest?Why had he continued showing deference to the couple when it was glaringly obvious from the start that they were nothing but frauds?And yet…With his heart pounding erratically in his chest, the soldier, ever so slowly and uneasily, turned his head… his gaze settling for the first time on Xavier.Xavier was also currently staring at him.But not with anger.Not with ridicule.But with a mildly amused expression on his face.Seeing this, the soldier’s blood ran cold in his veins, and for a second, he couldn’t react, then;‘He…’His breath hitched… his mind shrieking

*****While the soldier was busy wrestling with his thoughts, still trying to understand the reason behind Xavier’s silence, Jennifer and Victor had been staring at him like hawks, all sorts of speculation running wild between them, each entertaining the same unsettling thought—just what kind of identity could Xavier possibly have?The soldier’s words earlier words had shaken them to the core, forcing them to reconsider everything they thought they knew about Xavier.Jennifer’s heart spiked in her chest.‘Could he really have some sort of an identity we should be concerned about now?’ She wondered anxiously, the mere possibility sending a strong chill down her spine.If true, she was sure the regret would haunt her for the rest of her life.Victor, on the other hand, clenched his fists tightly, his gut twisting in unease.Given his history with Xavier, he understood well that the only way to maintain his peace was to continue staying ahead in every way. If Xavier had managed to

*****Meanwhile, back in the room Vidor had just vacated."Brother." A frail 17-year-old boy with ghostly pale skin suddenly stepped through the door beside the room.One of his arms was intact, while the other was missing, with bandages wrapped around the stump where it should have been, his garish outfit starkly contrasted with his delicate appearance.The instant the brawny, bald man, who had been utterly lost in his thought as he smoked his cigarette heard this voice, his head snapped up.In the following second, the ice-cold, murderous glint in his eyes thawed, replaced by something softer—concern, tenderness, and pure love.“Little bro, I told you to rest. What the hell are you doing here?” he demanded in a voice brimming with concerned anger, rushing over to help the frail young man into a chair.The boy’s crimson-rimmed eyes, swollen from silent and never-ending sobbing instantly locked onto his brother’s face.“I… I just can’t sleep, brother,” he murmured, voice quive

*****Selene’s question hung in the air like a blade, sharp and unforgiving.Elliot and his father’s heads snapped toward God’s Time, their eyes wide with the same burning curiosity that had plagued them since the chaos had subsided.It wasn’t just a question. It was the question.How could God’s Time, a humble taxi driver with no background whatsoever, know someone like Xavier, and when?He did not just know Xavier—but had him storm through a warzone on his behalf, tearing through cops and the corrupt landlord like they were nothing.It made no sense.Given the sheer power Xavier had wielded—the terrifying strength, the Blackwood connections, the aura of someone who could crush entire lives with a glance—they couldn’t fathom why God’s Time had ever struggled despite knowing someone like that.Why hadn’t he used this connection this entire time?Why had he suffered in their neighborhood for so many years, scraping by under the weight of poverty and abuse?He could’ve lived i