The Destroyer cracked his neck, a predatory grin spreading across his scarred face. "You must be the idiot everyone’s talking about."Adam didn’t flinch, his eyes steady and unwavering. "And you must be the circus act they sent to entertain me."A ripple of shock went through the crowd, Robin letting out a nervous chuckle. "He’s insane."Monica’s jaw dropped. "Does he have a death wish?"---The Destroyer’s grin vanished, replaced by a hard scowl. "You think you’re funny?"Adam’s smile never wavered. "I know I am."Norman hissed from the side, "You’re a dead man, Adam. You just don’t know it yet."Adam leaned back and stretched his arms, completely at ease. "That’s the thing about you amateurs. Always in a rush to make threats."The Destroyer’s fists clenched, his knuckles cracking ominously. "You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. Too bad they’ll be all over the floor soon."Adam raised his glass in mock toast. "Good luck with that."The Destroyer’s men tensed, waiting for the order to
The Destroyer remained on his knees, head bowed, his pride shattered beyond repair. His men stood frozen, unsure whether to move or wait for a command that would never come.The guests, once eager to witness Adam’s downfall, now stared in stunned silence. What they had expected to be a slaughter had turned into a humbling spectacle.Robin whispered under his breath, as if afraid to be heard. “This... this wasn’t supposed to happen...”Monica, still in shock, shook her head. “He was supposed to die…”Adam dusted off his suit, his gaze sweeping over the room filled with elites who had been sneering at him earlier. His smirk deepened, and he set his wine glass down.Adam’s voice was low, but it carried a dangerous weight. “Kneel.”The guests stared at him, stunned.Robin sneered. “You think you can make us kneel?”Norman scowled. “This isn’t your house, you arrogant punk.”Monica folded her arms. “You’re out of your mind if you think we’d kneel to you.”Adam didn’t flinch. His eyes flick
Monica’s face paled. “W-What?”Robin stepped forward, horrified. “You can’t be serious!”Monica’s voice shook with rage. “You wouldn’t dare!”Adam leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. “Oh, I dare. And since you insisted on the idea yourself, I think it’s only fair.”Racheal gasped, trying to intervene. “Adam, you can’t do this!”Mr. Luther snarled. “You’ve gone too far, you bastard!”---The Destroyer’s men stepped forward, grabbing Monica by the arms.Monica screamed, struggling wildly. “Let me go! You’re all insane!”Robin pleaded, “Adam, please—don’t do this! This is cruel!”Monica’s furious protests quickly turned to terrified wails as she was dragged toward the restroom.---“Stop! Please!” Monica begged, tears streaming down her face. “Adam, I swear, I’ll never insult you again!”Adam smiled coldly. “Too late.”Racheal’s voice cracked with anger. “Adam, you’ll pay for this! I swear, I’ll make you suffer!”Adam shrugged, sipping his wine. “You should thank me. I’m just t
Norman glared at him, his voice trembling with rage. “You’ll regret this, Adam! You’ll regret everything!”Adam smirked one last time. “That’s the third time someone said that tonight. Let me know when it happens.”With that, he turned and walked out of the hall, Stacey following close behind.The Destroyer barked at the guests. “No one gets up until dawn! You heard him!”The room was filled with quiet sobs and whispers of curses, but no one dared rise.Adam’s laughter echoed faintly as he disappeared into the night, leaving behind a room full of broken pride and shattered egos.The next morning, the guests shuffled out of Zeus Hall at the crack of dawn, their bodies aching from the long, humiliating night. Some limped, others leaned on each other for support, faces pale with exhaustion. Rhea muttered angrily under her breath, rubbing her sore knees.Rhea: "That bastard… he’ll pay for this."Robin, wincing as he adjusted his sling: "Can’t believe he made us kneel till morning. I swear
At the Odia family villa, tension hung heavy in the air. The family sat around the grand living room, their moods dark and their pride still raw from the previous night’s humiliation.“We can’t let him get away with this,” Rhea muttered, her hands clenched into fists. “We need to hit him back, and hard.”Robin slumped on the couch, his face twisted with frustration. “Next time, we won’t go easy. We’ll bring fighters—real ones. I’ll make sure of that.”Monica sneered, the venom in her voice unmistakable. “Adam’s nothing but a lucky dog. His time will come.”Racheal’s phone buzzed, breaking the grim silence. She glanced at the screen, her expression bored—until she saw the sender. Her eyes widened, disbelief flashing across her face.“Oh my God,” she whispered.Everyone snapped to attention.Mr. Luther leaned forward, his sharp gaze locked on her. “What is it?”Racheal blinked at the email again to confirm it wasn’t a mistake. Then a triumphant grin spread across her face. “We got the B
The boardroom buzzed with a low hum of anxious chatter as the assembled business people took their seats around the long, polished table. Stacey sat at the head, her laptop open in front of her, ready to present the opportunity to her colleagues.“Thank you all for coming on such short notice,” Stacey began, her tone professional but laced with tension. “Today, we discuss a monumental opportunity with Bulgart Industries.”The murmurs faded as she continued, “To secure this project, we need to invest two billion dollars upfront.”Gasps erupted around the room, and the tension thickened like fog.One of the board members, a distinguished man with graying hair, shook his head in disbelief. “Two billion? That’s absurd! Our company is only worth six hundred million!”Another board member leaned forward, his brow furrowed. “We’ve invested heavily in other ventures. Where do you expect us to find that kind of capital?”Stacey could feel her heart racing, knowing the stakes. “This contract co
Racheal’s phone buzzed, and the moment she saw the name flashing on the screen, her blood boiled. Adam. She clenched her jaw, debating whether to ignore it, but curiosity—and annoyance—got the better of her. She answered with a sharp tone.“What the hell do you want, Adam? Didn’t get enough fun ruining my life already?”Adam’s voice came through calm and smooth. “Relax, Racheal. Just thought I’d offer you a little help.”“Help?” she spat. “After what you did to us at Zeus Hall? You're heartless, Adam!”Adam chuckled.“I heard you’re struggling to get a two-billion-dollar investment. I figured you might need a hand.”There was a pause—just long enough for Racheal to process what he’d said—and then she burst out laughing. It wasn’t the polite kind of laugh, but the kind filled with scorn.“You?” she sneered. “You’re offering me two billion dollars? You couldn’t even buy me a decent dinner when we were married, and now you think you’re some kind of financial savior? Don’t make me laugh. D
The next morning, Racheal sat in her office, head in her hands, completely drained. She had exhausted every possible avenue for the loan, and yet no good news. They had one day left. If they didn’t secure the money, the contract—and everything her family had worked for—would slip through their fingers.She exhaled deeply, and a thought surfaced. Adam.Her pride fought against it, but desperation crushed it. What did she have to lose? Absolutely nothing. With trembling fingers, she grabbed her phone and dialed his number.Adam answered almost instantly, and she could hear the amusement in his voice. "I knew you’d call."“Are you really going to help me?” she asked, biting her lip, despising herself for even having this conversation.Adam’s grin was practically audible through the phone. “Meet me at my lounge.”She ended the call, grabbed her keys, and stormed to her car. As she drove toward his penthouse, anger brewed in her chest. The mere thought of needing him made her skin crawl.-
“I’ll take it then,” Reeves said, his expression lighting up with satisfaction. In fact, he looked almost gleeful as he turned to the staff and asked, “How do you feel after I’ve bought your dog for five million?”“Mr. Reeves, are you serious?” the staff member stammered, her eyes wide with disbelief.Reeves nodded confidently and wrote a check for five million dollars right away. When the staff took the check from his hand, she still seemed stunned, unable to process what was happening.Clement was so elated that he turned to Stacey and said, “Ms. Gold, can you do me a favor? Tell your hotel staff to have the dog killed and retrieve the pill from its stomach.”Stacey hesitated for a moment but then nodded. She quickly called two hotel employees over to take the pug away.It was only then that everyone in the room seemed to grasp what was going on. The initial fight between Clinton and Reeves over the dog hadn’t been about the animal at all. Instead, it was about the pill the pug had
Clinton looked utterly heartbroken, his shoulders sagging as disappointment swept over his face. Stacey, standing nearby, mirrored his dismay, her lips pressed into a thin line.“Ms. Gold, Mr. Clinton, Mr. Reeves—what are you doing?” Gerald asked, his confusion evident.Clinton sighed deeply, his expression darkening. Then, as if struck by a sudden realization, his eyes lit up with urgency. He turned toward the pug sitting innocently nearby and pointed at it. “Whose dog is this?”A staff member hesitantly stepped forward, her face pale with nervousness. “It’s mine, sir. I… I’m terribly sorry for bringing him here. It was unprofessional of me.”Stacey shot her a sharp look but quickly softened her tone. “Let this be the only time. Don’t let it happen again.”“Yes, Ms. Gold. Thank you!” The staff member bowed repeatedly in relief, but just as she began to leave with the pug, Clinton raised his voice.“Wait! Hold on!” he called out urgently.The staff froze mid-step, her heart racing. “Y
“Enough with the nonsense. You just got lucky with your guess. Don’t think you’re all that,” Henry said, rolling his eyes. Despite his dismissive tone, his fidgeting fingers betrayed his growing panic. David, sensing the tension, stepped forward with a scoff. “Even if Mr. Diamond’s painting is fake, it doesn’t change anything. He was deceived! He spent over ten million dollars on it—that’s worth far more than whatever trash you’re calling a gift.” Adam chuckled, his voice tinged with sarcasm. “Trash, you say? You’re calling the pill trash?” David snatched the small bottle from Adam’s hand, shaking it aggressively before pouring out a single black pill into his palm. “Look at this!” David held it up for everyone to see. “Who in their right mind would dare eat something like this? It’s nothing but a scam!” “Dad, look at this nonsense,” he added, handing the pill to Gerald. “Why should I waste my time looking at trash?” Gerald replied coldly, his face twisting in disgust as he
Stacey quickly understood Adam's intention and turned to an elderly man seated not far away. “Mr. Spark, you’re an expert in paintings. Could you help us authenticate this piece?”The room fell silent as all eyes turned to Charles Spark. Known as a renowned art expert, his opinion carried significant weight.One guest chimed in, “Mr. Charles Spark is a leading authority in the art world. If anyone can authenticate this painting, it’s him.”Another nodded in agreement. “But do we even need to go that far? Mr. Diamond wouldn’t dare gift a fake painting. He has a reputation to uphold!”“Exactly,” someone else added. “Ten million dollars is nothing to someone like him. Why would he risk his name over a counterfeit?”The murmurs of agreement spread through the room. Brian, however, felt a bead of sweat forming on his temple. His confidence wavered as he realized the scrutiny was about to intensify.Feigning nonchalance, Brian scoffed, “Authenticate it? That’s rich. But the painting has alr
Brian sneered with an air of superiority. “Well, brat, did you notice anything? Or are you just bluffing again?” Adam didn’t respond immediately. Instead, a playful smile danced across his lips as he picked up a glass of water from the table. He swirled the water in his mouth, as if savoring it, but he didn’t swallow. In a sudden, unexpected move, Adam sprayed the water directly onto the painting. “What are you doing?!” “How dare you?!” The room erupted in chaos. Wendy’s face turned beet red as she jumped to her feet, her finger shaking as she pointed at Adam. Brian was equally furious, his fists clenched tightly. Even Brenda, Gerald, and several other guests stared at Adam in disbelief. “You lunatic!” Wendy’s voice trembled with rage. “That painting is worth millions! How dare you destroy it? You must pay for this, or I swear you won’t leave here alive!” Tessa’s expression shifted from shock to anger as she shouted, “Adam, what are you doing? Are you out of your mind?” She gr
“Adam, I’m begging you. Please, just stop spreading these rumors.” Tessa’s voice trembled with a mix of frustration and disbelief, her gaze fixed on Adam with evident disappointment.She had always thought Adam had a tendency to boast, but this was different. This wasn’t mere exaggeration; it was crossing a line. Her chest tightened as the reality sank in—she was beginning to lose faith in him.Adam, however, remained calm. His sharp gaze locked onto Brian as he asked, “If you’re so confident it’s not a fake, would you allow me to inspect it?”Wendy, unable to hide her irritation, scoffed. “Inspect it? Do you even hear yourself? That painting is worth millions! How dare someone like you even think of inspecting it?”“Exactly!” Brenda chimed in, her arms crossed in disdain. “You have no right to touch something that valuable. If you so much as leave a smudge on it, you’ll be paying for it for the rest of your life!”Brian smirked arrogantly, adjusting his pristine designer watch as he
Gerald’s expression darkened further, his patience wearing thin. If it weren’t for Adam’s association with Stacey, he might have lashed out already. He clenched his fists, suppressing his growing annoyance.Meanwhile, Brian, oblivious to Gerald’s restraint, sneered disdainfully. “How shameless can you be? Offering this junk as a gift? It’s downright embarrassing.”“He’s absolutely right,” Wendy chimed in, her tone dripping with contempt. She rolled her eyes dramatically and added, “Just look at Mr. Diamond. His gift is worth millions, while yours is nothing but a worthless trinket.”Adam let out a quiet chuckle, his smirk widening. “I’ve been holding back, trying to ignore the two of you. But you’ve pushed me too far. Since you seem so eager, I have no choice but to expose the truth.”The sudden shift in his tone caught the room’s attention. Brian and Wendy exchanged uneasy glances but quickly masked their unease with indignation.“Expose us? You?” Wendy scoffed, crossing her arms. “W
“What? How dare you curse me?” Gerald’s voice thundered through the hall, his expression darkening with fury.“I’ve told you before—he’s nothing but an ungrateful wretch. Do you believe me now, Grandpa?” Brenda sneered, seizing the opportunity to pile on the insults.“How dare you curse Grandpa? Apologize to him immediately!” Richard roared, his face contorted with anger.“What are you waiting for?” Eleanor shouted at Adam, her voice trembling with rage. “Do you want to drag us all down with your reckless behavior? Apologize now!”Their frustration was palpable. Despite their disdain for Adam, he was still tied to their family through marriage. If Gerald's anger boiled over, it would spell disaster for everyone associated with him.“Adam, you’ve crossed the line this time! Apologize to Grandpa right away,” Tessa demanded, her face flushed with anger and embarrassment.The crowd, sensing the mounting tension, erupted into a chorus of condemnation.“What kind of son-in-law dares to curs
After all, Bulgart Industry was the leading company in the world. Compared to them, the Diamond family was insignificant. Moreover, the Supreme General’s terrifying underworld organizations was not something the Diamond family would dare to provoke.By now, most of the guests had arrived, and the banquet was about to begin. But before the festivities could commence, an important tradition took center stage—the gift-giving ceremony.Henry was the first to stand, holding an exquisite vase in his hands. He stepped forward confidently and addressed Gerald. “Grandpa, this antique vase cost me eight million dollars. I hope it brings you joy and prosperity on your birthday.”The crowd murmured in approval, nodding at the sight of the lavish gift. Gerald smiled warmly, clearly pleased with Henry’s gesture.“What a thoughtful gift,” someone whispered.Next, Brian rose with a proud smile, presenting a rolled-up painting carefully encased in protective wrapping. He handed it to Gerald with a sli