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. . After Landon finished treating Martins, he returned to his house. He had made multiple trips to the Enoch residence before anyone in his own home was even awake. By the time he got back, everyone was still sound asleep. Landon took the opportunity to tidy up the mess that Carolyn and her bodyguards had left behind when they arrived at his place the previous day. Determined to prevent a repeat of the chaos from yesterday, Landon took proactive measures. He contacted Eve, instructing her to send the peak Divine Slayers of his family to discreetly guard his home. With such formidable warriors ensuring the safety of his household, Landon felt reassured that no one would be able to cause trouble like what had occurred the previous day. Satisfied by the presence of the peak Divine Slayer warriors watching over the house, he felt a sense of relief. Before anyone awoke, Landon had already prepared breakfast and made sure that the house was returned to its normal state, erasing any evid
. . When Landon saw the name flash across his phone screen, identifying the caller as Elena, his brows furrowed in confusion. 'Why is Miss Elena calling me all of a sudden?' he wondered, his mind searching for possible reasons, but none came to him. After a brief moment, he shrugged and decided to answer the call anyway. “Hello, Elena?” he greeted, his tone curious. “Hello, Landon. How are you doing?” came Elena’s soft and slightly hesitant voice from the other end. “I’m fine, thank you. And what about you? How have you been?” Landon responded politely, reciprocating her greeting. “I’m doing well, thanks,” Elena replied, her voice sounding more composed now. "So, how’s today going to be for us? What’s the plan?" she asked, diving straight into the reason for her call without preamble. “Today?” Landon repeated, his face scrunching up in a puzzled frown. For a second, he had no idea what she was referring to. “Yes, today,” Elena answered, a note of impatience creeping into her v
I’m sorry for not uploading today. I will begin uploading with full force from on Monday. As much as I want to write, I have to take this break so that I can recover properly. My body needs it. To give you all the best quality chapters I have to be well. I will start uploading again on Monday with full voltage.
. . "Elena?" Elena looked up, her eyes meeting the familiar faces of people she hadn’t seen in years. She heard the sound of multiple voices overlapping, growing louder as they approached. It was a group of both guys and girls, their excitement evident as they tried to confirm that she was indeed the person they thought she was. "It’s really Elena!" "It’s her!" "Elena, how have you been?!" The voices of the group became more animated as they drew closer, clearly excited to have run into her. "Hi, guys," Elena replied hesitantly, a trace of discomfort crossing her face for a brief moment before she quickly masked it. She had finally recognized who they were—her old high school classmates. The group consisted of three girls and three guys. "Elena! It’s been such a long time!" one of the young men, a guy with a head full of curly hair, exclaimed. His name was Gideon, and he was looking at Elena with wide eyes as if he still couldn’t believe it was her. "My goodness, Elena, you lo
. . Landon was thoroughly dissatisfied when he saw that Elena’s old high school friends had joined them at their table, despite his clear opposition to the idea. Elena, for reasons he couldn’t quite fathom, had permitted them to sit with them. What was supposed to be a quiet, private dinner for just the two of them had suddenly become anything but intimate. What surprised Landon the most was the fact that Elena had allowed them to join, even though it was obvious she wasn’t comfortable with their presence. She seemed tense, her shoulders stiff, and her smile was strained. It puzzled him deeply. Why had she invited them to sit down when it was clear she would have preferred to be alone with him? Yet, Landon couldn’t ask her directly, not with the others present. And since Elena had already made her decision, he had no choice but to let it go for the time being. The mischievous group settled themselves at the table, quickly making themselves at home as they placed their orders. It wa
..When everyone turned to look at the newcomer, their expressions darkened even more. The frown on their faces was unmistakable, a clear sign of their displeasure at being interrupted. The atmosphere around the table grew even tenser. Although the newcomer, who had just spoken, stood directly behind Landon, Landon didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. He never forgot a voice, especially one as distinctive as the one he had just heard. Instantly, he recognized the person trying to take their table.‘Don Sebastian…’ Landon thought to himself, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Don Sebastian, as expected, was accompanied by six large men, each of them towering and imposing. They all stood behind him in perfect formation, exuding an air of raw power and dominance. The aura surrounding Don Sebastian was almost palpable, radiating authority and command, as if he owned the very ground he walked on.Because Landon was seated with his back facing Don Sebastian, the l
. . “Beat these three men up! Make sure they learn their lesson!” Don Sebastian commanded, his voice cold and authoritative. As soon as the order was given, Riley, Gideon, and the other man in their group all turned pale as though the blood had drained from their faces. Fear gripped them instantly. “Please, Don Sebastian! Have mercy on us!” Riley immediately fell to his knees, groveling for forgiveness. His voice trembled with desperation. “We didn’t know it was you, we swear!” “We didn’t know what we were doing!” Gideon joined in, his voice equally panicked. “Please, don’t just beat us! We’ll do anything to make it right!” “Yeah, don’t beat us!” the third man pleaded as well, his eyes wide with terror. “We’ll do whatever you want! We’ll leave the table if that’s what you want—just don’t hurt us!” “Stop,” Don Sebastian said, his voice low but commanding enough to halt the pleas momentarily. His gaze swept over the three trembling men, and he raised a hand, signaling for his men
. . The scene at the restaurant had completely shifted. Those present hadn’t failed to notice Don Sebastian’s reaction, and it left them utterly stunned, frozen in disbelief. “D-Did Don Sebastian just... pee his pants?” someone from among the crowd managed to stammer, pointing toward the figure of the powerful man. The atmosphere shifted dramatically. Everyone’s eyes locked on the wet patch now visible on Don Sebastian’s trousers. They could clearly trace how his pants had suddenly become soaked, starting from his private area. Whispers erupted among the shocked onlookers, disbelief and confusion rippling through the room like a wave. The entire crowd was in utter shock and awe. How could such a thing happen? What in the world could possibly have frightened Don Sebastian to the point where he lost control and actually wet his pants in public? This was not just any ordinary man—Don Sebastian was feared and respected. So what could possibly have caused him to react in such a humilia