"Fire!" the lead guard shouted in fear, pulling the trigger of his Glock 17.Without waiting for further instruction, the other guards immediately opened fire, the air filling with the deafening sound of gunfire. Bullets rained down on the spot where Max had been standing—but suddenly, he was gone.The guards stopped shooting, stunned. They exchanged confused glances, their hearts pounding. "Where did he go?" one of them muttered, his voice barely audible over the ringing in their ears from the gunshots. They frantically scanned the room, but there was no sign of Max. It was as if he had vanished into thin air.Just as they began to relax, thinking maybe they'd scared him off, Max reappeared right in front of them without warning, moving so fast that they could barely register his presence. "Good evening, gentlemen," Max said calmly, his voice carrying an eerie nonchalance. Before any of them could react, he started handing out casual, almost leisurely, slaps—one for each of them.Sl

"Alicia," Max's cold voice sent a chill through Alicia's scalp. "I could tolerate it if I was the one you were targeting. But how can you commit such disgraceful acts, selling your own daughter for a little bit of money?"Alicia trembled, unsure of what to do or say. "This is..." she stammered, searching for words that wouldn’t come. Then, a thought crossed her mind. 'I'm still the mother of his wife. There's no way he'd hurt me. Alexa would surely be furious if she found out.' Gaining a twisted sense of confidence, Alicia's fear faded, and a smug smile crept onto her face. She straightened her posture and felt her arrogance return.She looked at Max with disdain, her eyes narrowing. "So what if you're good at fighting?" Alicia sneered. "What's the point? What does it matter? You think you scare me? You think because you can beat up some thugs, you can control me? I'm Alexa's mother, Max, and no matter how powerful you think you are, you can't touch me. She would never forgive you." A

Even so, the saleswoman was growing impatient, her previous curiosity now tinged with frustration. She had convinced herself that Max was just pretending to be wealthy, stringing her along with false hopes. Trying to keep her tone professional, she looked at Max and smirked, believing she had finally unmasked him."Sir," she said with a hint of condescension, "let's stop this charade, shall we? You're wasting our time. If you don't have the money, it's best you leave. We can't spend our time on window shoppers."Max, still calm, didn't flinch. "I understand, but I'm really looking for something simple and peaceful. A place where my wife can rest without too much noise—"The saleswoman cut him off, waving her hand dismissively, her patience running out. "There's no need to play this game. Villa No. 1 is the only available property, and quite frankly, you're just wasting our time. It's clear you're not serious."Her irritation was thinly veiled behind her attempt to sound professional.

Zhick stepped out of the car, smiling as he walked towards Max, ready to greet him. But before he could reach Max, Ynna approached him, a confused look on her face."Zhick, love. What are you doing here? Why did you stop at Villa No. 1 instead of Villa No. 5?" she asked, puzzled.Zhick blinked in surprise. "Oh? Ynna, what are you doing here?" he responded, equally confused. "I'm here to greet the new owner of Villa No. 1. They just bought it.""Really?!" Ynna said in shock. "Do you know the owner? Can you introduce me? I just want to ask how they became so successful and managed to buy such a huge villa," she added excitedly.Zhick's confusion deepened as he looked between Ynna and Max. "Wait, weren't you two already talking?" he asked, still unsure of what was happening.Ynna grinned smugly. "Oh, no, no. Max? He's just the driver of the owner. He's been pretending as if the villa belongs to him," she said dismissively. "Can you believe the nerve of this guy? Always acting like he's s

Grand Horizon Hotel was a tall and elegant building with a shiny glass exterior that sparkled in the evening lights. The entrance was made of marble and decorated with chandeliers, giving it a classic charm. The lobby was large and had comfortable, stylish furniture, making it a luxurious and welcoming space.Max arrived in his BMW M4, and a valet promptly came forward. Though Max was dressed simply, the valet recognized the sophistication of the car, suspecting that the man in front of him was quietly wealthy. With a nod, Max handed over his keys, adding, "Find me in the private room on the second floor." The valet took note and carefully parked the vehicle as Max walked inside and made his way to the gathering.....Upstairs, in a private room where Max's former classmates were already socializing. Jasphere stood off to the side, glancing at his watch for what seemed like the hundredth time. Another classmate noticed and came over, curious."Hey, Jasphere," one of their former class