Zach’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing. His face remained unreadable, yet there was a flicker in his eyes—a silent storm beneath his composed exterior. Daniella watched him, feeling a pang of sadness. Maya’s words had been cruel, but what struck Daniella the most was the look in Zach’s eyes. Not anger. Not indignation. Just… something deeper, something unspoken.Then, he finally spoke, his voice steady. "I'm not a pauper."Maya let out a short, mocking laugh. "Oh, don’t flatter yourself, Zach. Just because Madame Laura stood up for you doesn’t mean you’ve suddenly become important. She did it to keep her reputation clean, nothing more." She smirked, tilting her head. "Face it, you’ll always be nothing. Bradford’s No.1 destitute."Daniella’s hands curled into fists at her sides, but before she could say anything, Maya’s sharp gaze turned on her. "Enjoy chasing after scraps, Daniella," she sneered, flipping her hair with exaggerated arrogance before striding off, her heels clicking

Outside, Maya stormed toward her car, gripping her phone tightly. Her chest heaved as she punched in a call, her nails digging into her palm."Lena! Get another ride immediately. I'm not in the mood for your incompetence!" she barked.Lena, her assistant, took a cautious step back, narrowly avoiding a slap that never came. "Y-yes, ma’am. Right away."Maya let out an exasperated breath, yanking the car door open. She slid into the driver's seat and slammed her hands against the steering wheel. The sharp honk echoed in the night, but she didn’t care.Her fingers trembled as she dialed Luke’s number. No answer.Again. Still nothing.She clenched her jaw, hitting redial repeatedly until, finally, he picked up."What do you want, Maya…?" His voice was irritated, laced with exhaustion."Baby!" she wailed. "I lost the project investment. Can you believe the so-called top-tier client gave it to my undeserving ex-friend?"Luke sighed heavily. "Don't complain to me. I can’t do anything."Maya’s

The hall roared with excitement as the massive man slammed another opponent’s arm against the table with a sickening thud. The match had barely lasted five minutes.He stood, throwing his arms in the air, his thick veins bulging under his skin. The man was enormous—easily over six and a half feet tall, with shoulders so broad they could cast a shadow. His biceps were as thick as some men’s thighs, and despite the grueling battles he had just fought, he looked unfazed, like he had merely swatted away flies.The crowd erupted in wild cheers.A man in a sharp black suit stepped onto the platform, raising his hands to quiet the audience. He was the event’s coordinator, a seasoned host of these competitions.“Ladies and gentlemen!” he called out, beaming. “Yet again, the undefeated titan, the unbreakable force of Aqua City’s arm-wrestling world—Boris ‘The Mountain’ Vasiliev!”More cheers followed as Boris lifted his chin arrogantly.“For over a decade,” the coordinator continued, “Boris ha

The air in the arena grew thick with tension as the coordinator stepped forward, his voice echoing through the vast space."For the final showdown, we present another takeoff between this surprising young man, Zach, and our honorable Damaris!"Before the cheers could rise, Damaris raised a hand, silencing the room. His eyes gleamed with something cruel. "Not so fast," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "A simple arm-wrestling match isn’t enough. If I am to engage in a battle, it must be worth my time. I propose three rounds—a true test of endurance, strength, and willpower."The murmurs in the crowd turned to excited whispers. Boris grinned from the sidelines, his injured arm cradled against his chest."First," Damaris continued, his lips curling into a smirk, "we will test the ability to endure pain. Burning coals will be spread before us. We will stand on them, barefoot, for a full minute or more. If one of us steps off, he loses the round."Gasps rippled through the crowd, but

The air was thick with tension, yet the moment the coordinator raised his voice to declare Zach the winner of the second round, the crowd erupted into a mix of cheers and gasps. Damaris, however, would not accept this humiliation in silence.“It’s enough!” he bellowed, his voice cutting through the commotion like a blade. “I just wanted him to have a taste of what winning is like.”Zach, catching his breath, tilted his head slightly, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “Wow, you’re truly benevolent to do so twice,” he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.Damaris clenched his jaw, his pride stinging. His entire body ached, but the thought of admitting weakness was more unbearable than any physical pain. He straightened his shoulders, his eyes burning with renewed determination.“Yes,” he said stiffly. “But you know the last round is arm wrestling. I’m not a child in that. I won’t go easy on you. You want to experience that? You want to embark on this final round?” His voice