"Did you say Dixon even dared to hit Joe Stew?" Steven looked at Sonny and asked. "Yeah. Dixon hit Joe, and he hit him really hard. Harder than he hit me! I think he might even be paralyzed now." Sonny could still feel the cold creeping into his bones as he recalled it. Just thinking about Dixon's face made him shiver. The fear he felt seemed to come from deep within his soul, and it wouldn't go away. "So, what happened to Joe?" Steven raised his eyebrows. "Someone took him to Fairbanks," Sonny replied, tears streaming down his face. "Dad, please don’t mess with Diana’s family anymore. I’m really scared." Sonny had been beaten so badly by Dixon that he was terrified. Dixon didn’t even spare the heir of the Stew family from Fairbanks, and that only made Sonny feel more threatened. Steven slapped his son angrily. "You useless fool! How could I have a son as worthless as you? Diana’s taken assets from us, and I’ll get them all back! Not only will I reclaim everything, but I’l
At Diana’s office, Dixon was sitting comfortably, enjoying some tea and cake. Diana was busy working, while Dixon looked completely relaxed amidst all the chaos. "Excuse me, could you not disturb me like this in my own office?" Diana was annoyed. It felt like she was working for Dixon instead of the other way around. Dixon glanced at a message from Paulo on his phone, stood up with a laugh, and said to Diana, "Haha, alright.... You just keep doing your thing. I'm stepping out for a bit." Dixon headed to the small park near the Hamilton Group building. There, he sat on a bench, facing Paulo and Cello—one of Davis’ men. "What’s the point of bringing me to a place like this to discuss business?" Cello asked impatiently. In a short amount of time, Davis and his group had become the top dogs in the illegal business circle in Reddof. No one dared to oppose them, knowing the risk of going up against the people from Fairbanks. "Relax. It's better if you tell your boss what you ju
Paulo felt a little intimidated as he looked at the thirty men standing before him. Less than a month had passed, but these guys had changed drastically. They looked unfamiliar—stronger and fiercer than before. "Where’s the Big Boss?" Gobu asked eagerly, glancing around for Dixon. This was the first time Gobu was getting direct orders from Dixon, and he was determined to perform his best. "He’s at home, having dinner with his wife," Paulo replied casually. "This is just a small job. If you guys can’t handle it, you might as well leave!" Paulo snapped. Immediately, the thirty men straightened up, focused and ready. They had only one mission tonight: to clear out every obstacle in Reddof’s illegal—in a single night! That was Dixon’s order. "Move out!" Paulo commanded, and in an instant, they disappeared into the night. Reddof was like a concrete jungle now, and Dixon’s pack of wolves were on the prowl, hunting their prey. Their targets had no idea what was coming. Davis wa
And from Paulo's words, Nico knew that this had all been planned long ago. He realized that Steven had deliberately set him up, trying to use Dixon to eliminate him! “Do you get it now?” Paulo sneered. “You’re not as dumb as you look. So, why did you even bother coming to Reddof just to suffer?” Nico glared at him sharply. “Don’t get cocky, Paulo! And Dixon too! We’ll take over Reddof for sure!” Paulo didn’t hold back—he slapped Nico across the face, hard. The sharp sound of the slap made Topan and the others twitch, but they didn’t dare move. Thirty ruthless men surrounded them, ready to attack if they resisted. Topan knew if they acted recklessly, none of them would walk away in one piece. Nico would have to swallow this humiliation. Bright red handprints marked his face as he stared wide-eyed, unable to believe the disgrace he was suffering. He had never imagined this would happen after returning to Reddof. Nico burned with rage—he wanted to retaliate, even kill Paulo.
Seeing Gomu trying to storm in, the head security guard immediately blocked his way. “What? A lowly security guard dares to stop us?” Gomu sneered. “Or are you feeling guilty? Trying to avoid us, huh?” he mocked them, belittling them right from the start. The guards exchanged nervous glances. This situation was clearly getting out of hand. One of them ran off to inform Dixon. With a smug look, Gomu stepped inside with his men, ignoring the guards. His mind was focused on the orders from Director Digo. They rode the elevator to the upper floor. Meanwhile, Dixon was still seated in the security room, calmly sipping his tea. “Someone from the Ministry of Health?” Dixon asked without even lifting his eyes. “What does that have to do with our company?” “They say we missed some business documents,” the security guard reported. Dixon chuckled coldly. “That’s impossible.” This company had been taken over completely from Paulo, with everything seemingly in order. Dixon had trus
“I’m from the business division—under Director Digo…” Gomu stammered. “There were some changes in Hamilton Group’s processes, and they don’t align with our standards. That’s why I came to inform them,” Gomu added nervously. “Not aligned with our standards?” Anas immediately sensed the lie. All the documents had already been prepared by their agency according to official regulations. Every business must follow these rules—how could something suddenly be deemed non-compliant? Mayor Doddy’s expression grew darker than a stormy night. “So, because they don’t meet your so-called standards, you decided to shut down their operations?” Minister Anas said, now visibly agitated. Even a fool knew that Hamilton Group wasn’t just any business. Recently, all major charity events had been supported by the new Hamilton Group. Challenging such a company was a dangerous game. Gomu turned pale, frozen in fear. He never imagined so many government officials would suddenly show up. Now, all he
While Steven and Sonny were talking, a commotion erupted outside. "We’re from the Tax Department. We suspect your company is involved in tax evasion, and we’re here to conduct an investigation now!" The voice from outside made Steven's expression shift drastically. For a moment, he thought he misheard. But as the voices grew louder, he quickly stood and rushed out. In front of him, several men in uniforms presented their warrant. “Dad, why is the Tax Department here?” Sonny asked nervously, his face turning pale. He knew their financial records were far from clean. Steven took a deep breath, trying to stay calm, and glanced at Sonny. “Don’t say a word.” He forced a friendly smile and greeted the officers warmly. “What seems to be the issue? Come inside, and we can talk in my office.” “Don’t interfere with our duties!” the tax team leader cut Steven off, his expression stern. “We have sufficient evidence. It would be wise to cooperate and follow our instructions.” Steven'
When I was homeless, I gave him half a loaf of bread," Dixon said with a serious expression. Diana thought to herself, "Half a loaf of bread? How much bread did Dixon have when he was homeless?!" This wasn’t the first time Dixon had given a similar answer—he said the same thing when explaining his connection with Paulo, the former CEO of Moster. Diana wanted to ask more, but Yoruna tugged at her arm. Yoruna knew Dixon was no ordinary man. If he said everything was fine, then there was no need to ask further. "Daddy, let’s go." Dixon smiled, not wanting to explain any further. He pushed William’s wheelchair and said, "We can throw away this wheelchair after today." *** At Reddof General Hospital, the parking lot was packed. Several security guards struggled to manage the increasing traffic. Most vehicles were trying to get in, and only a few were leaving. Everyone had come to see a renowned doctor. Dr. Oz was a world-famous surgeon, always welcomed warmly wherever he w