Hammo responded with a measured smile, as though he had anticipated the question. “Of course, it’s special,” he said, casting a carefully rehearsed glance at Nousa, his expression radiating manufactured warmth. “My wife has always preferred a quieter life away from the public eye. But tonight, she decided to accompany me, and I couldn’t be more proud.” The cameras clicked furiously, capturing the seemingly affectionate moment. Nousa maintained her small, gentle smile while Hammo’s grip on her arm felt cold and controlling. “Madam Nousa, will you be accompanying Mr. Hammo at more events like this in the future?” another reporter asked. In a soft, almost whispery tone, Nousa replied, “We’ll see. I just wanted to support my husband tonight.” Hammo chuckled, his voice low but clear. “My wife always knows the right time to support me. That’s what makes her so special.” Inside the glittering ballroom, Darren’s entrance turned heads. He exuded charm and confidence, as was h

In Hammo’s mind, there was no reason for Dom to care about Zander or Joseph. Especially now that the Guezz family had gone bankrupt, and Zander was just a former soldier struggling to make a living. Hammo replied to Dom, “I’m not sure if this is truly a good opportunity or not,” he said, his tone laced with sarcasm. “Lately, my old friends only show up to take advantage of my position.” “Ever since I became a candidate for Venua governor, they’ve suddenly all wanted to reconnect,” Hammo continued. The remark was aimed at Zander, even though Hammo was speaking to Dom. Hammo glanced at Zander briefly, trying to provoke a reaction. But Zander only looked back at him with a calm expression, as if the veiled insult had no effect on him. Deep down, Hammo felt unsettled. However, he knew this wasn’t the time to let his emotions dictate his actions. Hammo took a deep breath. After all, this event was an important opportunity to boost his image as a gubernatorial candidate, and h

Hammo stood motionless, his anger and confusion blending into one overwhelming sensation. Zander remained calm, his expression unchanging, as though savoring the situation. Hammo replayed Zander’s words in his mind. Could it be true that Zander had taken someone else besides Biella? So, who? A name surfaced in his thoughts: Galio. Hammo immediately felt disbelief. Galio was his youngest brother, someone he deeply relied on to protect their family. Galio was renowned as a martial arts expert, with bodyguards trained to handle any threat. Hammo found it impossible to believe that Zander could take Galio away, let alone without significant resistance. Hamm felt his palms grow damp with sweat. Quickly, he called Tony over and whispered, “Go to Galio’s house in Atome. Check if he’s there. I want a report immediately.” Tony nodded silently and promptly left the room. Hammo refocused on Zander, searching for any subtle sign that might reveal the true meaning behind his words. B

Meanwhile, elsewhere, Voss sat in his dimly lit office, a room filled with shadows and the thick smell of tobacco. He had just received a report from his subordinate, who had returned after conducting a thorough investigation. The report shocked him. It turned out that the person who had caused the chaos at his nursing home, killed Galio's men, and abducted Galio was a 27-year-old young man. Voss shook his head, struggling to believe it. "Is it really a young man who did this? I thought this was the work of my enemies, people around my age, about 50 years old." His subordinate, standing in front of the desk, looked confident in the report he had brought. "We've double-checked, Boss. It's true." "He's a young man, 27 years old, and a former war commander." Voss fell silent for a moment, as if digesting the information. After all, he himself was a retired soldier, a former war commander who had now turned into a traitor to his country. As the years passed, Voss had drifte

Hammo sat in his chair, his breath heavy, his face flushed with anger. It wasn’t Galio or Biella occupying his mind. What truly terrified him was Voss’s threat. The man was ruthless, merciless, and controlled a criminal network so vast that even Hammo couldn’t fully comprehend its scope. Their relationship, built on a dark blend of love and dominance, made Hammo fear Voss’s wrath more than the loss of anything else. Outside the room, Madam Nousa sat in the living room, a glass of red wine swirling gently in her hand. Since their return from the social event, Madam Nousa had noticed Hammo’s agitation. Her contract husband’s face had been clouded with an unusual fury. That night, she had heard the sound of glass shattering from Hammo’s room, followed by the noise of other objects being thrown. “What is it this time?” she muttered softly. The door to Hammo’s room suddenly opened, and Tony came rushing out. When he saw Madam Nousa, he gave her a brief bow of respect be