Razor cackled from the side, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle.“Look at him! Still trying to act tough. Max, you’ve got some nerve, I’ll give you that. But let’s be real here. You’re done. Finished. You don’t have anyone left to save you.”Kurt joined in, his confidence bolstered by Razor’s words.“You’re surrounded, Max. Even your precious Red Fang can’t help you now. You’re all alone, and you’re going to die alone.”Max’s smirk deepened, his gaze sharp and unyielding.“Is that what you think? That I’m alone?”He tilted his head slightly, his smartwatch hidden beneath his sleeve flashing briefly as he sent a signal.Razor rolled his eyes.“Oh, here we go. The desperate bluff. What, Max? You think you’ve got some secret backup plan? Face it, your time is up.”Kurt leaned in closer, his voice a low growl.“You’re not getting out of this one, Max. You’ve been a thorn in my side for too long. It’s time someone taught you a lesson.”Max laughed, a deep, mocking sound that echoed through

Red Fang's eyes narrowed, his voice a low growl."What’s going on here, Kurt??"Kurt stammered, his confidence crumbling under the weight of Red Fang’s gaze."We… we were just dealing with some business, that’s all…"Johnson, standing off to the side, also seemed to shrink under Red Fang’s gaze.His voice was barely a whisper."We didn’t know you were here, Red Fang. Just tell us what you want."Red Fang's laugh was cold, devoid of any warmth."Fix it?" He took a step forward, his boots echoing ominously on the floor."You idiots still don’t get it, do you?"Razor, who had been standing there, hoping for some way to redeem himself, suddenly rushed forward, his hands raised in a gesture of false submission. "Please, Red Fang, please! You know we respect you. We’re just… well, we’re just following orders. Don’t hurt us. What can we do to make things right?"Red Fang's eyes turned to Razor, and without a word, he slapped him hard across the face.The sound echoed throughout the room, a

The yard was filled with tension as Razor, Kurt, and two other men knelt before Max, trembling in fear.Red Fang stood nearby, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, awaiting orders.Razor, desperate to save himself, pointed a shaking finger at Kurt.“It’s all his fault, Master Max! I was only following Kurt’s orders! I swear, I didn’t want to harm anyone… especially not Miss Emily! Please believe me!”Kurt’s face twisted in rage.“You coward! You’re lying! You were just as involved as the rest of us!”Max’s cold, piercing gaze silenced them both. He stepped forward, his voice low and menacing.“Razor, you think throwing Kurt under the bus will save you? Do you think I care who gave the orders? You touched Emily. You tortured her. And for that, there’s only one outcome.”Razor’s eyes widened in terror as Max motioned to Red Fang.Without hesitation, Red Fang drew his blade, the sharp edge glinting in the sunlight.“No! Please!” Razor screamed, falling to his knees.“Master Max, I’

The tension in the courtyard was palpable as Max stood tall, his gaze cold and merciless.Kurt, still groveling on the ground, dared to lift his head slightly, but Red Fang’s glare sent him crumbling back into submission.“Master Max,” Red Fang said, his voice like a blade slicing through the silence.“This man doesn’t deserve forgiveness. He deserves punishment—and nothing less.”Max’s lips curled into a smirk, devoid of any warmth.“Forgiveness?” he repeated, his tone laced with mockery.“Forgiveness is a luxury you don’t deserve, Kurt. You dared to torture Emily. Did you think I would simply let it slide? No. Regret comes too late for you.”Kurt whimpered, his hands clasped together as he begged.“Master Max, please! I… I didn’t mean to… I…”“Silence!” Max snapped, his voice like thunder.“You meant every bit of it when you were laughing at her pain. Now, you’ll pay the price.”Turning to Red Fang, Max spoke with icy resolve. “I want him to feel the same pain Emily endured. No les

MAX's grandfather, Patriarch Gerard, sat behind a massive oak desk, the weight of his decisions bearing down on him.His fingers lightly tapped on the surface of the desk, his mind racing.The decision had been made—Max would remain in the shadows for now.Across from him, his trusted advisor, Victor, stood with his arms crossed, waiting for the final word.“We cannot announce Max as the heir yet,” Gerard said, his voice low but firm.Victor raised an eyebrow.“But Patriarch, the entire family has been expecting the announcement. The other branches are getting restless. They want to know who will lead after you.”Gerard’s gaze remained steady, his fingers stilling on the desk.“The other branches can wait. What I need to know is who is plotting against him.”Victor frowned, his face hardening.“You suspect someone inside the family?”“I suspect that whoever is behind this has been carefully orchestrating things for a long time. It's not just about Max,” Gerard murmured, his voice ting