. . “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
..Riley, Diana, and Gideon could not take their eyes off Landon in that intense, surreal moment. The image of Don Sebastian fleeing from the restaurant in utter panic replayed in their minds over and over, like a loop they couldn't escape. It was as if their brains refused to process what had just happened. The terrifying man who had caused them so much fear had shown pure terror toward Landon, and they couldn’t begin to understand why.They were baffled. How could a figure as intimidating as Don Sebastian be so afraid of someone like Landon? What was the source of this mysterious power? Elena, on the other hand, was equally shocked. However, unlike the others, her surprise didn’t linger for too long. She knew a crucial detail that the others didn’t—Landon was the owner of Grey Group, a detail that he had subtly gestured for her to keep secret from her old classmates. That small gesture had stopped her from revealing his true identity during the chaos.However, Elena hadn’t expected
..The next day arrived swiftly, and Elena, as planned, came by in the evening to pick Landon up. The moment Landon settled into the car, Elena’s attention was drawn to the small bag he was holding.“What’s that?” she asked, curiosity evident in her tone.“Oh, this?” Landon glanced down at the small bag in his hand and smiled. “It’s a gift I managed to put together for your dad. You didn’t give me much notice, so I didn’t have time to come up with something elaborate. I just hope he can make do with this.”Elena’s face brightened into a smile. “You didn’t have to, really. We could have just shared the gift I got him.”“Well,” Landon replied, still smiling, “at least now we won’t have to share. We can each give him our own gifts. It’s always better that way, don’t you think?”Elena giggled softly at his remark and nodded. “You’re right. Alright, let’s get going.”Both of them fastened their seatbelts, and soon after, they were on the road, heading toward her family home. About twenty
. . “Why are you calling him a loser, Mom?” Elena couldn’t comprehend why her mother would make such a rude and insensitive remark about someone she didn’t even know well. “Do you really need to ask me that, Elena? His answer to my question made everything clear,” Kathy’s voice dripped with disdain as she spoke. “He’s an orphan, raised by a simple, hardworking family. Clearly, he’s not from wealth or status. How can someone like that take our family to the next level? He’s just not suitable for you!” Kathy’s teeth were clenched in frustration as she struggled to keep her voice from escalating into a full-blown shout. Elena felt a wave of disappointment wash over her. She shook her head and sighed deeply. “Mom, you can’t just judge a book by its cover all the time. There’s so much more to people than what you see at first glance.” Elena knew, deep down, that if Kathy ever found out about Landon’s true identity as the owner of the powerful and influential Grey Group, she would fall
. . “Who are you calling trash? How dare you call me trash! Do you even know who I am?!” Daniel retaliated, his voice rising with indignation. He was clearly displeased and couldn’t believe someone would dare to insult him in such a manner. Landon raised an eyebrow at that very moment and replied calmly, “Oh, so it’s offensive when I call you trash, but it’s perfectly fine when you call me a nobody, right? How does that make sense?” “Weren’t you a nobody to begin with?!” Diana interjected, her voice dripping with disdain as she shot a glare in Landon’s direction. “Do you even realize that Daniel is an Owen?” “And so what if he’s an Owen?” Landon shot back without missing a beat. “In my eyes, it doesn’t change the fact that he’s nothing but trash.” His tone was filled with arrogance, and he didn’t bother to hide it. “Hey, you better know your place,” Riley chimed in, glaring at Landon like he was some fool who had no idea of the consequences. “You’re talking to an Owen here. One w
. . "Happy birthday once again, Minister Wilson," Daniel said as he smiled and extended his hand for a firm handshake, wishing the minister a heartfelt birthday greeting. "God bless you, my boy," Minister Wilson responded with a warm smile, his hand resting briefly on Daniel’s shoulder as they shook hands, exuding the kind of warmth only a seasoned statesman could offer. After Daniel finished exchanging pleasantries with the two influential men, he made his way back to where Riley, Diana, and Gideon were waiting for him. Their faces beamed with admiration, eager to praise him for his accomplishment. “Wow, Daniel, you are absolutely incredible,” Diana gushed, her eyes gleaming with admiration. In her mind, she couldn’t help but wish she could be with someone like Daniel—a man of power, status, and influence. "Yeah, I completely agree with Diana," Riley chimed in enthusiastically, his eyes wide with respect. "To shake hands with Silas Katz is no small feat. I work in Grey Group mys
. . "What kind of tea costs 2.4 million dollars?" one of the guests murmured in disbelief. "I have no idea, but it's clearly the most extravagant gift of the night, by far..." another replied, equally stunned. "Who is this Landon King, anyway? How can he afford such luxury, even outshining the likes of Silas Katz and Daniel Owen with their gifts?" a third voice joined the conversation, echoing the sentiment that seemed to ripple through the crowd like a wave of astonishment. The entire room buzzed with speculation, shock etched on every face. Heads swiveled, eyes scanning the elegant venue, hoping to catch a glimpse of this mysterious figure who had just gifted Minister Wilson a tea worth a staggering 2.4 million dollars. It was the talk of the evening, overshadowing all other presents offered at the grand celebration. However, among the sea of curious faces, there were a select few who didn’t need to search the crowd—they knew exactly who Landon King was. “How is he able to affo