As Mr. Penthouse continued the brutal punishment, sweat glistened on his brow, and he fought to keep his breath steady. Drake’s face was now a canvas of bruises and blood. But Mr. Penthouse couldn’t stop; it was the only way to save his family's lineage. “Fifty more!” Adam called out, relishing the sight of Drake’s humiliation. “You’re halfway there, Mr. Penthouse! Let him feel every ounce of shame he’s brought upon your family!” Drake’s spirit wavered with each blow, his defiance crumbling under the weight of his father’s fury. The once proud man now found himself gasping for breath, tears of pain and humiliation stinging his eyes. “Still think you’re untouchable, Drake?” Adam taunted, watching the scene with sadistic glee. “You brought this on yourself. You chose to defy me.” As the punches continued, the atmosphere thickened with tension. Each hit pushed Drake closer to his breaking point, his dignity shattered beyond repair. With the final ten punches approaching, Mr. Penthous
Monica’s temper ignited. “That bastard! How could he demand something so outrageous?” she hissed, her voice dripping with fury. The entire Penthouse family exchanged uneasy glances. They knew exactly what Adam was asking for: The Golden Lounge—the crown jewel of Almond City, valued at over $500 million. Handing it over to someone like Adam wasn’t just humiliating; it was financial suicide. Mr. Penthouse swallowed hard, forcing himself to speak carefully, masking his growing panic. “Mr. Adam, please... this is too much. Surely there’s something else you’d accept?” For a brief moment, silence blanketed the room—until Jerry, who had been holding his tongue throughout the ordeal, could no longer contain himself. “We can’t give you the Golden Lounge!” he snapped, frustration boiling over. “That suite is worth hundreds of millions! It’s not just our pride—it’s the backbone of our entire income!” He glared at Adam, fists clenched. At first, Jerry had enjoyed watching Adam torment Drak
The guard’s nostrils flared, his knuckles whitening as his hand clenched into a fist. For a second, it looked like he might swing, but he hesitated—years of training keeping him in check. This was the Golden Lounge. One wrong move, and they'd be out faster than a dropped badge. "Get lost before I put you in the hospital," the other guard threatened, voice low and dangerous. Adam leaned closer, unfazed. "You still don’t know who you’re dealing with. But trust me—you will, and you’ll regret every word." The shouting escalated, tension thick in the air. Their commotion echoed through the lobby, catching the secretary’s attention. In a flurry, she hurried toward them, heels clicking on the polished floor. The sharp clack of heels grew louder as a slender woman with sharp features and a no-nonsense expression approached. Her name tag read Vanessa. She crossed her arms as she reached the guards, her cold gaze flickering to Adam. "What’s going on here?" she demanded, her tone sharp
Jerry shifted uneasily on his feet, stealing a glance at Adam, who remained calm as ever. Clearing his throat, Jerry lowered his voice. “Sir... Do you want me to punish them? I’ll handle it however you see fit.” His hands were clasped in front of him respectfully, his tone full of caution. After witnessing what Adam did to his brother, Drake, Jerry knew better than to push his luck with this man.Adam didn’t answer right away, letting the weight of silence hang in the air just long enough to make Jerry sweat. Finally, Adam flicked a glance toward the guards, who stood frozen, faces pale with regret. “Get them out of here,” Adam said quietly, but with enough force to make the command feel like a hammer dropping. “And make sure they leave without a cent. No salary, no severance. Nothing.”The guards’ faces drained of color as the reality of Adam’s words hit them like a punch to the gut. They wanted to argue, to plead their case, but one look at Jerry told them it would be pointless.Van
Adam was stretched out in the penthouse lounge, eyes half-closed, relaxing after the smooth massage from Vanessa.Then his phone buzzed. He grabbed it from the table without hesitation.“Lord Adam,” a voice greeted him. It was Stacey.“I’ve found a clue on what you’re looking for. The amulet.”Adam sat up instantly, his mood shifting. “I’m on my way,” he said.He slipped the phone into his pocket.On the way to his car, he spotted an SUV pulling up too close for comfort. His brow furrowed when he recognized it—the Odias. Monica, his ex-mother-in-law, stepped out first, her expression dripping with disdain. Robin, her son, followed right after, grinning like he had already won something.Adam’s shoulders stiffened. This was the last thing he needed today.“Well, well,” Monica started, folding her arms. “Look who’s still crawling around the city like some stray dog.”Adam stayed silent, locking eyes with her, waiting.Robin sneered. “You know why we’re here, Adam. Where’s the ten millio
“How dare this man slap the Matriarch of the Odias, twice?”“Isn't he their trash son-in-law?”“He's going to be in so much trouble!”“Ha! I guess the rich aren't so strong, he couldn't even lay a finger on that stray dog.”The conversations from the onlookers continue.—Adam stood over them, calm and unmoved. “You two need to learn something. You don’t threaten me.”Robin lay on the pavement, writhing in pain. Monica crouched beside him, both of them too stunned to say anything more.“I'll make you regret this, Adam. I swear with my life!” Robin roared.Adam adjusted his coat and gave them a last, dismissive glance. “Next time, don’t bite off more than you can chew.”Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving them in the dust, broken and humiliated under the weight of their own arrogance.****In the Odia family’s expansive sitting room, the atmosphere was one of quiet luxury. Mr. Luther sat in his favorite leather chair, nursing a glass of whiskey. Rhea, lounged acros
On the other end, Racheal, who was in her office, was startled by her father’s tone. “What’s going on?”“Your mother and brother just got assaulted—by Adam,” Mr. Luther said grimly. “Get here immediately. We need to discuss how we’re going to deal with this.”“I’m on my way,” Racheal responded sharply before the line went dead.Mr. Luther slid the phone back into his pocket, his jaw tight with anger. He turned to Monica, who was dabbing at her cheek with a tissue.“I’ll take care of this,” Mr. Luther assured her, his voice low but firm. “Adam will wish he never laid a hand on this family.”Monica sniffed, her pride still wounded. “Make sure you do, Luther. I want him back behind bars where he belongs.”“Oh, I will,” Mr. Luther said darkly. “By the time I’m done with him, he’ll be begging to go back to prison.”Rhea leaned back against the wall, arms still folded. “I hope you break him, Dad. He deserves every bit of what’s coming.”Mr. Luther gave her a grim smile. “Don’t worry, my de
Adam and Stacey stepped out of the car, the wind stirring dust along the cracked pavement as they stood before the old antique shop. The shop’s sign was weathered, its paint peeling off in jagged strips, and the windows, clouded with grime, revealed nothing inside. The place felt abandoned, a relic of forgotten times—but Adam knew better.“This is the place?” Adam asked, scanning the eerie exterior.Stacey nodded, pulling out a folded sketch from her coat pocket. She smoothed it out, revealing a rough but intricate drawing of an amulet shaped like a coiled serpent biting its tail, with strange runes carved into its body. At the center of the amulet, a single black gem sat ominously, gleaming as if alive.Adam’s gaze lingered on the sketch. “This is the cursed idol.”Stacey nodded grimly. “Yes”Adam gritted his teeth. The memory of his previous battle haunted him. He had lost most of his powers, and with the next war on the horizon, he knew he needed every advantage. This amulet could