The man in the attacking plane sneered as he watched people start jumping out of the aircraft."Want to run away? Not so easy!"He stopped firing at the already doomed plane and shifted his focus.The aircraft’s guns roared to life, now aimed at the people who were falling from the sky.Bullets whizzed through the air, narrowly missing the parachuting figures of Kingswell’s crew.The wind howled through the silence of freefall, and a few unlucky souls weren’t quick enough.One man yelped as a bullet tore through his hand, while another fell silent, his chest ripped open by a deadly shot.Meanwhile, the Kingswell plane, still in descent, had gained altitude and looped back around, coming up behind the attacking plane."For the final strike," Alex smiled as he fired off every bullet and rocket the Kingswell plane had left.But the military-grade plane was built to withstand such attacks.Its body was reinforced with solid armor and a shield system that absorbed the impacts.“You can dod

The attacker raised his hand, his voice venomous as he growled, “Then meet your mother in hell!”His hand swung down, aiming for Kelly.Before the strike could land, a blade drove through his back, its tip tearing through his heart and emerging from his chest.Blood stained the air as the attacker froze, his eyes wide with disbelief.“Impossible…” he gasped, trembling.A man of his caliber—level 115—was nearly invincible.Those below level 100 were like kindergarten children facing a trained soldier.No one could stand against him.From behind him, a raspy voice carried a chilling edge. “I’ve been waiting for this moment.”The attacker turned his head with a strained effort and saw the source of the voice.“You…” he stammered, recognition and horror flashing in his eyes.The old man standing there should have been a mere ghost of a memory.Yet here he was.The attacker’s gaze shifted to the blade now lodged in his chest—the very same poisoned knife Kelly had wielded earlier.Somehow,

Kelly and Alex finally passed the wilderness and reached the city.Just the two of them—clad in torn clothes, covered in dirt—they looked like poor kids from the slums."Prince," Kelly called softly."Stop calling me Prince. Just call me by my name—you’re going to be my wife later," Alex replied firmly.“Fine,” Kelly said, a faint smile touching her lips despite the exhaustion.Their faces streaked with grime, they slowly entered Vancouver’s bustling streets and made their way toward the slum district to blend in with the people there."Will your father find us?" Alex asked, his voice low."I’ve trained for this moment many times. I activated a special GPS only my father can access—he’ll find us," Kelly answered with conviction.But both of them grew silent, knowing that if her father was dead, no rescue would come.They hid inside a large sewer tunnel.After days of running, exhaustion weighed on them. Kelly’s stomach suddenly let out a loud growl.They hadn’t had decent food in days

“Mother,” Sophia frowned. Her mother rarely made such a scene without any backing.“Sophia,” a male voice called.Marco appeared from Florence’s behind.“I believe Alex has his reasons when it comes to Kelly. Don’t doubt him. It’s not good for a husband and wife to lose trust in each other,” Marco said, attempting to seem like the perfect gentleman before Sophia.“Marco,” Florence sneered, “don’t lump all men in with you. You’re too kind and good to be called a man. This loser? He’s a scammer—willing to be any woman’s lapdog for a penny.”“Aunt Florence, I believe Alex is noble and honorable,” Marco insisted, his tone steady.Florence scoffed bitterly. “Noble? Honorable? If he’s noble, then who in the world is the real scammer? Sophia, why are you still keeping this man? He’s cheated on you! You should kick him out!”Sophia’s gaze flitted nervously around the room, her heart in turmoil.Doubt clouded her mind.“You’re always like this—always doubting everything! Doubt is an illness th

“All he knows is violence, that filthy bastard!”Sophia paused, caught off guard. Alex was usually calm and controlled, but maybe her mother was right—maybe he was jealous now that Marco was around.So he really does love me, she thought, feeling her cheeks grow warm.“Why are you just standing there?” Florence snapped. “Aren’t you going to do something?”Right then, several security guards appeared, seizing Florence and Jack with hostile expressions.“Wait!” Marco stepped forward and held out a hand. “What do you think you’re doing?”“They insulted Miss Jasmine Kingston’s guests—accused them of being thieves—and deserve to be punished,” one guard spat.“Hold on.” Marco discreetly pressed some cash into the head guard’s hand.“I know Jasmine Kingston personally. I’ll make sure she hears how well you handled this. I’m sure she’ll let the insult slide. All right?”The head guard eyed the money—equal to a couple of months’ salary—and broke into a smile.“If you say so, sir. Just keep tho