It was Margaret. She had come to cafe a while ago to seek a job. Although, there was a signboard at the door of the cafe, she was told that the cafe wasn't in need of more staff. This was the fourth place she would be given the same response. She was getting frustrated. At this rate, it was evident she was going to starve to death. But just as she was leaving, who knew she would see the one behind her problems? From the moment Kian stepped into the cafe, she had noticed him, unable to control the anger that welled up inside her. But then, a strange, beautiful woman approached him. Margaret swiped her fingers on her phone screen, looking through the pictures she had taken. There was one where Vivienne had hugged Kian. There was another where he was laughing heartily. There was also one where he was patting her hair with a smile. The pictures were taken at such great angles that it would be difficult for one not to mistake Kian and Vivienne as a couple. A sense of satisfactio
Kian's expression hardened and his eyes dimmed with coldness as he reached out and countered Dorian's attack. Within a second, he caught Dorian's wrist and forced his palm on the table. SWISH! Dorian only heard the sound of the knife in the air before it settled in between his fingers. If Kian had miscalculated, the knife could have landed directly on his palm and perhaps even cut off a finger, rendering him useless. Dorian broke into cold sweat and trembled. He swallowed hard and his legs wobbled in fear. How could he feel so much pressure from this trash? No, it's unacceptable! Vivienne was still watching. How could he lose face so easily? No matter who this man is, Vivienne can only belong to him! Thinking of these, Dorian stopped trembling and summoned courage. Gritting his teeth, he snapped, "You bastard! Are you trying to disfigure me? Do you know who my uncle is? I won't let you off!" Kian's lips curled up and he moved his fingers. "It seems you are not frightened en
"Do you think you are one kind of big shot just because you are a famous director? Usually, people like you wouldn't even be able to breathe the same air I breathe!" A lop-sided smile tugged at Kian's lips. As expected of a general's daughter, Vivienne was showing off her sassy nature. Martin and his nephew were no match for her so Kian didn't feel any need to even meddle with these foolish pairs. Director Martin's face reddened with anger and veins bulge on his face. He felt so insulted he was trembling with anger. How could a lowly actress humiliate him in front of so many people? "Uncle, did you see that? This is the kind of habit Luminary Films artistes have! They won't show up on set early. Their acting skills are mediocre and they lack manners!" Dorian spat, aggravating the situation. "You..." Martin raised a trembling finger at Vivienne and swore, "If I don't show you just how big my ego is today, I'll retire from the movie industry!" Actresses and actors nearby who w
In Gray's family house:Alexander Gray sat on the bed, covered in cast. Some senior family members were standing around him. The atmosphere was extremely tense and no one spoke.Their family had encountered a series of misfortunes this month. First, Alexander was beaten up to a pulp on his own wedding day in front of so many guests. Then, Orlando was brutally murdered and their second son, Anthony Gray was rendered dumb. As if that wasn't enough, the one behind their misfortune also turned out to be the billionaire behind the investment bid they were eyeing. All of these were almost enough to drive the Gray's family crazy."Greetings, old master," A guard walked into the room and bowed to Jonathan Gray. "I have news."Jonathan raised his bloodshot eyes and gestured for him to speak. "As a result of the investigation, we discovered that Colonel Marcus commands several provinces in the Central Valoria region and leads over a million troops in the Valorian army."The expression on the
Fifteen sleek Lamborghini Urus cars drove in a perfect line on the highway. They all had an identical emblem of a silver phoenix emblazoned on the hood, catching the light. This convoy turned heads with every mile, drawing curious stares from passing drivers who couldn't help but wonder what the big occasion was and who the fancy entourage was for. In the leading car, a young man sat at the backseat, draped in a richly embroidered cloak that had an eye-catching insignia: a stylized crest of a rising phoenix. His expression was calm but there was an undeniable air of authority about him. And as the convoy sped forward, he gazed out of the window, fully aware of the attention they were drawing, yet remained unbothered. "Uncle Benedict, what sort of man do you think my cousin has grown into?" A scorn appeared on the middle-aged man with a gray goatee behind the wheels. "A coward like his father." The young man stroked his chin at this response and raised another question. "Do
Rain only began to fall heavily when Kian set on the highway. As he drove, he suddenly felt something was strange. The highway seemed rather silent. Yes, it wasn't rush hour and it was getting late. With the rain falling, it was reasonable that fewer people would be on the road but it seemed like he had only passed one or two vehicles. Kian didn't overthink this and was more concerned about getting to the music school on time. Just as he reached the intersection where he was supposed to take a turn into the street, he caught sight of something down the road and his pupils contracted. In the misty rain, he could see some cars assembled in five rows, all in a perfect line. The fifteen Lamborghini Urus cars from earlier were blocking the road ahead. "They have finally arrived," Kian's lips curled up in a dangerous smile. He knew these cars must be containing people sent from the capital Blackwood family in Cascadia. Only them would make such an entrance. He wasn't at all intimid
Savannah had just finished her final class. Stretching her fingers and massaging her neck, she walked into her office. After grabbing her bag, she glanced out the window. "Will I even find a taxi in this downpour?" she mumbled, reaching into her bag for her phone. Instead of the phone, she pulled out a card and looked at it in confusion. It took a moment to remember that it was the bank card she had taken to the bank a few weeks ago. She had been so busy she completely forgot about it. She was bugged with a question; 'Who owns this bank card?' DING! Her phone suddenly chimed, reminding her of her main purpose. She reached into the bag again and brought out her phone. There were lots of messages displayed on the phone screen and when she went through them, her expression changed. Each message was reminding her that she had borrowed a lot of money from people while trying to hire a good lawyer to secure her father's release. Thinking of the last time that Noah had been
Several hands reached out to grab Kian; the sharp tips of knives gleaming in the rain. Kian remained calm and a smile spread on his lips. "It's time to collect some long-overdue interest," Mumbling softly, he closed the umbrella and thrusted it backwards. SQUASH! The tip of the gray umbrella in his hand pierced through the throat of the bodyguard closest to him and blood splattered all over. It was a bloody sight. This action caused the other bodyguards to be surprised. They didn't expect Kian to have such good defensive reflexes so they were momentarily stunned. Benedict's eyes shook slightly and he raised his umbrella. He wasn't surprised at Kian's defensive skill rather he was shocked that he actually dared to touch people from the Blackwood's family. But in the next second, his surprise disappeared, replaced by a dark glint. "Are you all useless?" He yelled at the guards. "Attack together!" SQUELCH! Before he finished speaking, Kian had already acted quickly and his