“Don’t be rash, Micheal!” Peter warned gravely. “He has the Philip family to support him, and now, he has Eric Morgan‘s support as well. We’ll sink further if you do anything to him!” Alas, those words failed to reach Micheal, who has lost repeatedly to Henry recently. Today’s incident only fueled his anger, and his hatred toward Henry peaked. “Micheal, leave this matter to me. You should take a break for the next two days. Just don’t get into any trouble.” Peter instructed his son seriously, who didn’t reply as he began to plot his revenge. Soon, night fell. Inside Midnight Rose, Emily downed shot after shot in a corner. Julia sat beside her, her face full of worry. This was the first time she saw Emily like this. Emily refused to return to the company or care about what was going on, completely abandoning her strong woman character and letting herself go. Julia heard that it was because of Henry, but was it worth it? “Please stop drinking, Ms. Miller. Let’s go back. Your
Henry hummed. He was about to say something else when his phone started ringing. Emily was calling him. Muffled noises could be heard as soon as he picked up. “Let me go. I want to go home.” Emily demanded weakly. “What do you mean ‘go home“? Look at how pretty Estelle Hotel is. Let’s keep drinking there.” Micheal cackled. “You can go alone. Piss off.” “Fucking slut! You better appreciate the chance I’m giving you. You don’t have a say in this. You’re drinking tonight. Get in!” As the phone fell to the floor, the cursing became softer until it completely faded away. Henry’s face darkened immediately, and the air around him became unbelievably cold. “What’s wrong, Mr. Brown?” Peter shivered. A loud slap rang out as Henry struck Peter across the face, causing the latter to fall to the floor. “You motherfucker! You better hope your son didn’t make a mistake, or I’ll destroy your entire family!” Henry opened the door and dashed out. “Huh?” Peter covered his cheek with a hand, d
“I planned to finish you off in one go, but I changed my mind.” Henry approached calmly, his overwhelming presence making it hard for Michael to breathe, and Michael’s hand began to tremble uncontrollably. “Stop right there! You better stop, or I’ll fucking shoot your Michael yelled.However, Henry continued his way forward as if he hadn’t heard the other man. “You’re dead meat!” Michael gritted his teeth and aimed the gun at Henry’s head before pulling the trigger. Ear–splitting bangs rang out as the chamber was emptied of bullets. However, Henry had disappeared. Abruptly, he appeared less than two feet away in front of Michael. “You-” Startled, Michael tried to jerk backward, but Henry grabbed his hair and slammed his head into the wall with bang. Michael immediately passed out, his head bleeding. “H–Henry Now that the danger had passed, Emily’s body finally relaxed, and she fell into slumber. Henry glanced at the fallen man and pulled out his phone to call someone. 15 minut
The crowd began to hurl insults at Henry. “It can’t be. Henry wouldn’t do that Emily shook her head, unable to accept that. “Why are you still defending him, Emily? Why do you still have feelings for that asshole? I’m telling you, Micheal’s the better man for you. He’s leagues above Henry! I’ll show you Henry’s true colors right now!” Mrs Miller yelled and began the playback, showing exactly what happened. By the time they reached the middle of the video, everyone had frozen in dismay. “Micheal Clark?” Mrs Miller was rooted to the spot as she stared in disbelief at the man violently assaulting Emily in the video.Everyone else’s jaws had dropped as well. Never in their dreams would they have imagined that the person who kidnapped Emily and tried to assault her would be Micheal, a respectful man from a noble family. How could this be possible? However, the video was right before their eyes. It turned out that the despicable person had been the “decent” man, Micheal, instead of H
“Brown” was the pinnacle of power. Many people shared the same surname, but there was only one family that held that type of emblem. That family incurred fear from countless others, and no one dared to challenge them. “The Brown Emblem! W–who are you?” Peter gripped the badge with both hands, his body began to shake, and beads of sweat ran down his forehead. “You must be blind! This is Sir Damon Fletcher!” The large man hollered. “Damon Fletcher?” At the sound of the name, Peter immediately paled in fear. Not many knew of that name, but that man had a popular nickname–the Executioner! He had an infamous reputation for being the human butcher who sliced people like butter. There were three great generals in the Brown family–the Executioner, the Sword Whisperer, and the Drunken Maniac. Each one of them was enough to shake the country. The Executioner, Damon Fletcher, was the strongest of them all. He was so terrifying that kids would cry at the mention of his name. Rumor had it
“Josh, you’re finally back!” Robert approached him with a bright smile. “Sorry to keep you waiting, Dad.” Celestine smiled and gestured to the woman beside him. “Allow me to introduce you to Davina Harris, my fiancée.” — “Davina Harris?” Robert looked taken aback before asking tentatively. “Is she the third daughter of the Harris family?” “Yes, that’s right.” Celestine smiled. “Nice to meet you. Mr. Layren.” Davina nodded. “Yes, yes, nice to meet you, too. As expected of a daughter of the Harris family–you’re the very embodiment of beauty and grace!” Robert looked delighted. He never would’ve expected his son to be able to win the Harris family’s favor. The five wealthiest families in Flaz city were known as the Fabulous Five, but there were three other families seven more powerful than them–the Tremendous Three. The Harris family was one of them. If the Layren family could form an alliance with the Harris family through Celestine’s marriage with Davina, they’d have a bright fu
Henry Brown sat on the hospital's bed, anxiously going through the phone numbers.He kept thinking back to what the doctor had said."Mr. Brown, I'm sorry to tell you that your mother is in the final stage of cancer. The cost of chemotherapy is about 50,000 dollars. You can go and pay the fee, and we can arrange the treatment here."Eighty thousand dollars? How did he figure out such a large charge?His father had vanished when he was five years old, leaving behind a massive debt. Nobody was aware of his whereabouts.The mother and kid had been living on the streets for years after their creditors had stolen their residence. His mother had never married again because she feared he would be mistreated.He had intended to rely solely on himself to work hard and provide his mother with a secure and contented life after graduating.But years of overwork led to cancer, which sent his mother into the hospital.He had gone to every lending company in order to address his mother's ailment. Bu
His forehead was marked by a mark that looked like a serpent coiling around a scepter as a strong force accumulated there.For a brief moment, something changed inside him. He was still breathing. He was granted a second chance. Henry later found himself resting on the beach when he opened his eyes once more."Oh my God, what actually happened? I'm supposed to be dead. Is this actually real?" he felt the mark on his head.He then turned his gaze to his chest.Even though his body had healed and there was no visible scar, his clothing was still torn.And he could definitely feel the residual holy energy in his body. The overwhelming sensation was beyond words.It was too late to worry too much. He raced to the hospital because his mother was still there.He appeared to be a ghost to onlookers at this point. He ran like he was about to loose something precious. "Oh my God, what kind of terrifying thing is this? He looks like a mad man?" Some of the onlookers saidHenry was blind to th