Charlotte and Christopher Blackwood were startled. Kian's mocking smile was terrifying. It appeared like he was taunting them. Charlotte's beautiful eyes turned red with anger and she remained silent. Veins popped on the forehead of her brother. He was quite unwilling but he couldn't handle such pressure so he lowered his head and gritted out, "My Blackwood's family announces withdrawal. We won't interfere in the mine's affairs anymore." "Brother!" Charlotte wanted to protest but Christopher held her back and shook his head. Her face shone with resentment but due to her brother's warning gaze, she didn't speak anymore. "Okay... Your actions and words are sincere enough. I'll hold you all to your words," Kian swept his gaze around the room and nodded with a smile. The imperial families heaved a sigh of relief but their relief was short-lived when he suddenly told them, "However, Valoria Prime isn't a city anyone can enter and just leave as they please. You have all made
"Six billion?!" Someone choked in disbelief. Kian nodded with a seemingly innocent smile, ignoring the gobsmacked expressions on their faces. "Didn't you all come to Valoria Prime to invest in the Radiance gallery? You have already wasted my time tonight. Compensate for that with your investment." Someone coughed violently. Six billion wasn't a small sum! Even if they were from the imperial families and could afford it, how could such a huge amount go to waste?! Kian didn't actually need their money. But thinking of how excited Savannah had been earlier when she found out that five of the imperial families in Cascadia wanted to invest in her gallery, he felt guilty. It was his fault she was roped into his personal affairs. She deserves to be compensated for that. "Brother, six billion dollars..." Someone trailed off. Six billion was too much for compensation. "Well, I won't be collecting your money for nothing," Kian informed them with a serious demeanor. "Of course, sh
As soon as Kian walked out of the reserved room, the strong murderous aura over him disappeared without trace. Footsteps reverberated in the hallway as someone approached him. "Keep an eye on those imperial families," He instructed the person in a casual tone, his gaze flicking back to the room he had just exited. "If anyone attempts to escape, kill them!" "Yes sir," Wesley nodded and retreated. Kian walked out of the restaurant lost in thoughts but his steps faltered when he caught sight of someone pacing to and fro in front of the restaurant. Savannah hadn't noticed him and was still mumbling something to herself. Her beautiful face was filled with anxiety. Didn't he tell her to go home? Was this woman so worried the imperial families would deal with him she couldn't leave? She stood all alone outside the restaurant in this cold... He suddenly regretted getting his jacket soiled. He could have draped it over her delicate shoulders. Nevertheless, he walked forward with a
More people ran over to the gallery to find out what was really going on. They discovered the gallery was still in place but it was locked. Then who was spreading the false news? Some people were more concerned about the whereabouts of the gallery's staff. Some tried to call Savannah but neither her number or that of any of the gallery's staff was going through. This left the citizens of Valoria Prime spiraling in total confusion. Meanwhile, Savannah was resting peacefully at home, unaware of the storm brewing in the city. Kian had suddenly asked her to take a break from the gallery's affairs for a few days. She didn't question his suggestion because she had worked hard since the exhibition event and their gallery had made more sales than expected. RING! Savannah raised her head from the puzzle book she had been solving with Noah when her phone rang. But before she could do anything, Kian had walked over and disconnected the call. "You... What are you doing? That might be
Alexander's eyes darted from his beautiful bride-to-be to his younger half-brother, Anthony who was glaring at him with resentful eyes. Alexander's lips curled up with a mocking smile. Anthony was now mute and although he was glaring resentfully, there was nothing the bastard could do! Now that Anthony was mute and utterly useless, Alexander's position as the future successor of the family was cemented. His competitor was out of the way once and for all! 'And I only have that bastard to thank for this,' Alexander's smile widened. This was all because of Kian. Alexander's eyes darted to his crippled legs. This injury was worth it. "Let the feast begin!" Thomas Sinclair laughed and waved his hands, gesturing to the servants. The courtyard soon echoed with happy cheers and laughter. After a while when the feast and celebrations had started, Jonathan raised his cup and cheered with Thomas. After draining the contents of the cup, he suddenly posed a question that's been trou
"General, I have completed my investigation. The rumors are indeed true. On Friday, the Grays and Sinclairs are planning to invade the hall and dig up your parents grave." Kian's fingers, which had been gingerly swaying a golden cup, stopped. One couldn't see his facial expression as his head was lowered. But Wesley was fuming on his behalf. He has followed Kian for years. He knew his personality more than anyone else. Even if he was a cold general who killed people without batting an eye on battlefields, this man was only human and also knows how to feel wronged. This was the height of wickedness the Grays and Sinclairs could have ever shown. THUMP! Wesley fell to his knees and bowed. In a pleading tone, he asked, "Kian, you don't have to endure this any longer. Just say a word. I will wipe out those two families. Just an order from you is all I need... Please..." Kian didn't say a word but his fingers trembled slightly. Wesley rarely addressed him by his first name. W
There was a big armchair in one corner of the room by a bookshelf. The book shelf was broken and completely ruined. The chair itself was nothing to write home about. After years of neglect, it had been destroyed by moths and was in a miserable state. But Kian could still see a beautiful middle-aged woman sitting on the armchair. A pair of medicated glasses on her face, a teacup in one hand and a book in the other. 'Mom, are you reading one of those romance books again? You already have dad. Why do you still read about fictional men?' Kian would always tease his mother whenever he popped in from work and found her reading. 'I spent the best of my youth dating your father... I didn't have time to read these books. Now he has lost most of the manly charms I fell for. This is my only escape from reality.' Kian's lips twisted with a smile; he could still hear his mother's teasing response. And that was when his father would grumble, 'I heard that.' A bitter laughter escaped from
"Who said that?" The arrogant man from earlier turned around and glared at the crowd. He was the only son of Thomas Sinclair and had been pampered from birth, explaining why he had a terrible attitude. The crowd were silent and no one dared say a word. He smirked and questioned them in a fierce tone, "Why don't you repeat yourself? Are you too scared to do that?" The crowd exchanged a look. A group of young men who couldn't stand his attitude, stepped out and criticized him. "Who do you think you are to—" BANG! BANG! BANG! Hardly had the first man finished speaking when the guards of Sinclair's family descended on, barraging them with kicks and punches. "Ow!" "Ah!" "Mom!" "Stop hitting my son!" "Don't kill my husband!" Painful cries echoed in the hall amongst the crowd until Sinclair's young master raised a palm causing the attacks to cease. The badly bruised young men limped away in fear. "If anyone speaks again, I'll order my men to kill you all! Don't u