The commotion drew the attention of everyone inside the diner, their curiosity too strong to resist. Some customers hesitated before following cautiously, eager to see what was about to unfold.Sierra tugged at Elijah’s arm, her voice low and urgent. “Should we call the police?”Elijah glanced at her and shook his head calmly. “The police have no business in this. I’ll handle it the way he wants to handle it.” His grip tightened gently on her hand, offering silent reassurance. “Come on.”He led Sierra out, his composed demeanor starkly contrasting the chaotic energy around them.When Daniel emerged, his confidence swelled at the sight before him. The jeeps’ doors swung open, and one by one, ten rugged-looking men stepped out—five from each vehicle. They looked like they’d been pulled straight out of a gritty underworld.Some held baseball bats, their grips firm as if ready to swing. Others carried sickles, the sharp blades glinting ominously under the streetlights. A few had thick met

The five suited men exchanged a quick glance, their lips curving into faint smirks. One of them stepped forward slightly, nodding in acknowledgement. "Understood, Master Elijah," he replied crisply.The ten men, seeing this exchange, grew more agitated. “You think we’re scared of you?” one of them barked, raising his bat. “You’ll regret messing with us!”“Yeah!” another chimed in, gripping his sickle tightly. “You’re just playing tough, but you’re outnumbered!”Elijah folded his arms and leaned casually against the nearest surface, his expression unbothered. He turned to Sierra, who was standing nervously beside him, and said in a low voice, “Don’t worry, they’ll wrap this up quickly.”Sierra looked at him, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and disbelief. "Elijah, are you sure—"He cut her off with a slight smirk. "Relax. It’s already over.”Two of the ten men, gripping their sickles tightly, exchanged a nod before charging toward the suited man who had stepped forward. The air was thi

The head of staff hesitated, still processing what had happened. "Uh... I—I think it’s around $15,000, sir. That includes the tables, chairs, glassware, and a few damaged fixtures."Elijah nodded and looked back at Daniel, his eyes cold and unyielding. "You heard her. Fifteen thousand dollars. Pay it now."Daniel’s face flushed red with anger and humiliation. "Fifteen thousand? Do you have any idea who I am? Why should I pay—"Slap!Elijah delivered a sharp slap to Daniel’s face, cutting him off. The crowd gasped, and even Sierra flinched slightly. Elijah’s voice was low but firm. "I’m not asking. You caused the damage, and you’ll pay for it. Or do you want me to call my men back to convince you?"Daniel swallowed hard, his fear evident. His hands trembled as he reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone. He opened a payment app and shakily asked the head of staff for the restaurant’s account details.The head of staff quickly provided them, and within moments, the transaction wa

Minutes later, Sierra walked out of the fitting room, and Elijah’s attention immediately shifted to her. The dress she had chosen fit her perfectly, its simplicity complementing her natural beauty. She adjusted the hem slightly, brushing a hand down the fabric as if to get used to the feel of it. Elijah’s lips curled into a subtle smile as he watched her approach. “Looks good on you,” he said sincerely. Sierra glanced at him, her expression soft but slightly self-conscious. “It’s just a dress,” she muttered, trying to downplay it, though a faint blush crept onto her cheeks. Brandon, still standing at the counter, looked at Sierra and then at Elijah, visibly holding back his words. It was clear he hadn’t expected Sierra to actually leave the fitting room with a new dress that had been paid for. Elijah picked up the bags of clothes and sneakers, holding them effortlessly. “Ready to go?” he asked Sierra casually, as though the tension in the air from earlier didn’t exist. She nodded,

The men remained silent, their shame deepening under Victor's harsh words. One of them finally stammered, "S-Sir, we tried our best, but that man... he wasn’t ordinary. His men... they were like machines—""Enough!" Victor roared, slamming his hand on the armrest, making some of the men flinch. "Excuses don’t interest me. You’ve embarrassed me and my son!"Daniel stopped pacing, his face twisted with fury. "They’re pathetic, Father. I told you they were useless! Elijah humiliated me in front of everyone, and these fools couldn’t even defend me!”Victor leaned back in his chair, his expression darkening. "I underestimated this person," he said, his voice low and calculating. He turned his gaze back to the kneeling men. "Get out of my sight. I’ll deal with your incompetence later.”“Sir,” one of them began, clutching his injured shoulder, “we… we need some money to treat our injuries.”Lawrence’s expression darkened, and without a word, he rose from his seat, the golden necklace around