As Adam walked deeper into the hall, the crowd grew quiet, their whispers loud enough to feel like static. Everyone watched him with scorn and disbelief. They knew Adam’s reputation—a former prisoner, a disgrace.Suddenly, Dr. Norman Hemsworth stormed over, his face twisted in fury.“You!” Norman spat. “What do you think you’re doing here?”Adam gave a sly smirk. “I thought it was obvious. I’m here for the party.”Norman’s voice sharpened. “I didn’t invite you. Get out, now.”Adam raised an eyebrow, playing with the edge of his suit sleeve. “Actually… you did.”Norman scowled, confused. “What nonsense is this?”Adam smiled coldly. “You invited Mr. Manchester to your big celebration. Here I am.”Norman’s jaw dropped as the realization hit him. “You? You’re Mr. Manchester? How dare you impersonate my honored guest?”The Odias froze for a second, shocked. Then Racheal scoffed, “How dare a guy like you claim to be Mr. Manchester, do you have a death wish?.”Monica sneered, stepping forwar

Norman was seething, his face red with fury. "You think you’re untouchable? You think you can just walk in here and do whatever you want?"Adam sipped his wine, unbothered. "That’s exactly what I’m doing."Norman’s hand clenched around his phone, veins pulsing at his temple. "Let’s see how smug you are after this."Rhea frowned, stepping forward slightly. "Mr. Norman, what are you doing?"Norman sneered, his lips curling. "I’m calling the one man even this scum won’t dare to cross."Monica’s face lit up with wicked glee, her eyes sparkling. "Who is it?"Norman pressed a few buttons and brought the phone to his ear, his expression full of twisted triumph. "The Destroyer."---The room buzzed with fear, whispers rippling through the crowd."The Destroyer?" someone muttered in disbelief. "He’s really calling him?""We’re about to see this fool get torn to pieces," Robin said, his grin growing wider by the second.Racheal crossed her arms, glaring at Adam like he was already six feet unde

The Destroyer remained on his knees, head bowed, his pride shattered beyond repair. His men stood frozen, unsure whether to move or wait for a command that would never come.The guests, once eager to witness Adam’s downfall, now stared in stunned silence. What they had expected to be a slaughter had turned into a humbling spectacle.Robin whispered under his breath, as if afraid to be heard. “This... this wasn’t supposed to happen...”Monica, still in shock, shook her head. “He was supposed to die…”Adam dusted off his suit, his gaze sweeping over the room filled with elites who had been sneering at him earlier. His smirk deepened, and he set his wine glass down.Adam’s voice was low, but it carried a dangerous weight. “Kneel.”The guests stared at him, stunned.Robin sneered. “You think you can make us kneel?”Norman scowled. “This isn’t your house, you arrogant punk.”Monica folded her arms. “You’re out of your mind if you think we’d kneel to you.”Adam didn’t flinch. His eyes flick

Norman glared at him, his voice trembling with rage. “You’ll regret this, Adam! You’ll regret everything!”Adam smirked one last time. “That’s the third time someone said that tonight. Let me know when it happens.”With that, he turned and walked out of the hall, Stacey following close behind.The Destroyer barked at the guests. “No one gets up until dawn! You heard him!”The room was filled with quiet sobs and whispers of curses, but no one dared rise.Adam’s laughter echoed faintly as he disappeared into the night, leaving behind a room full of broken pride and shattered egos.The next morning, the guests shuffled out of Zeus Hall at the crack of dawn, their bodies aching from the long, humiliating night. Some limped, others leaned on each other for support, faces pale with exhaustion. Rhea muttered angrily under her breath, rubbing her sore knees.Rhea: "That bastard… he’ll pay for this."Robin, wincing as he adjusted his sling: "Can’t believe he made us kneel till morning. I swear

The boardroom buzzed with a low hum of anxious chatter as the assembled business people took their seats around the long, polished table. Stacey sat at the head, her laptop open in front of her, ready to present the opportunity to her colleagues.“Thank you all for coming on such short notice,” Stacey began, her tone professional but laced with tension. “Today, we discuss a monumental opportunity with Bulgart Industries.”The murmurs faded as she continued, “To secure this project, we need to invest two billion dollars upfront.”Gasps erupted around the room, and the tension thickened like fog.One of the board members, a distinguished man with graying hair, shook his head in disbelief. “Two billion? That’s absurd! Our company is only worth six hundred million!”Another board member leaned forward, his brow furrowed. “We’ve invested heavily in other ventures. Where do you expect us to find that kind of capital?”Stacey could feel her heart racing, knowing the stakes. “This contract co