“Congratulations, Vincenzo. Soon, you’ll officially become the richest man in the USA,” said a 55-year-old man as he shook Vincenzo’s hand. “Thank you very much,” Vincenzo replied confidently, flashing a smile as he shook hands with each distinguished guest approaching him. Meanwhile, Zelle stood elegantly by his side in a figure-hugging red dress that highlighted her flawless curves. Her poised demeanor and stunning appearance exuded sophistication, solidifying her image as the partner of the future heir to Morris Corp. “She’s incredibly lucky,” one woman whispered to her companion. “Her life will change completely once Vincenzo is officially named the heir.” The elegant atmosphere abruptly shifted as a man entered the room. His commanding presence drew every gaze, and the weight of his steps made a statement. “Who is he?” the guests murmured. Although they were all part of the elite, none seemed to recognize the mysterious man. Vincenzo’s expression darkened instantly. Anger si

A man with a cold, fierce face entered a VIP room at one of the finest restaurants. The atmosphere in the room was already thick with an invisible tension."Finally, you’ve arrived. You made me wait too long," Vincenzo said, his voice low and sharp, as though there was no room for tolerance. He took a deep drag from his cigarette, exhaling the smoke calmly, as if savoring the tension that hung in the air.The room was deliberately dimmed. Only the soft glow of the lights reflected off the glossy black table surface, casting dark shadows around them."I had to secure the situation before coming here," Ernest replied briefly, his tone calculated, as he sat across from Vincenzo with a watchful demeanor."Did you bring what I asked for?" Ernest asked, his voice more of a command than a request."Sure," Vincenzo said, pushing a red folder across the table toward Ernest, as if delivering something of great value. "Here’s the official inheritance letter Raymond created, along with a sample o

Alexis parked his old motorbike in front of the Mega Hotel gate and approached the doorman. He frowned as he noticed the flood of guests arriving in luxurious cars of various brands, dressed in tuxedos and expensive dresses. "Is there an event happening?" Alexis guessed. Fortunately, he decided to disguise himself as a pizza deliveryman—just in case the killer was lurking nearby without his knowledge. "Sorry, you're not allowed in," the security guard blocked him. "I don't have time for this. I need to deliver this pizza while it's still hot." "Stop pretending to be busy. Beggars aren’t allowed here." "Beggars?" Alexis was slightly offended, but he held back, refusing to respond in public. Instead, he pulled out his phone from his pocket and made a call. "Alexis?" Alexis was startled and turned toward the owner of the voice. "What are you doing here?" His face darkened as he saw a blonde-haired woman and a man walking toward him, hand in hand, looking perfectly