2024-11-08 09:09:00Carrying four cement bags that totaled a backbreaking 440 pounds, Denver looked like it was no big deal.
With steady steps, he climbed the ladder to the second floor of the building in the construction.
Today’s grind was simple but grueling.
Hauling all the cement and sandbags upstairs.
His reward? A measly 30 bucks.
It wasn’t much, but he had no choice.
He was working for the future of his family.
Denver carefully placed the bags in a dry corner, wiping a bit of sweat from his brow.
Just as he straightened up, a distinct click-clack caught his ear.
The rhythm of high heels on concrete.
A woman in a sleek purple dress with three-quarter sleeves.
Her dark hair flowing like silk, and a face as radiant as the morning sun.
She looked and swayed like a model, and was so out of place in this dirty site!
Every other worker dropped their jaws as they saw her.
What was a woman like her—dressed to kill in a stunning outfit—doing at a dusty construction site?
From the distance, her wide, sparkling eyes were locked on one person: Denver.
"Boss!"
Her voice rang out, clear and confident, cutting through the hum of the site.
Denver’s eyes widened in response.
“Watch out!”
A loud CRACK! shattered the air.
The tall brick wall next to her groaned and began to tilt.
The woman, completely absorbed in her excitement at seeing him, didn’t even notice the looming danger.
By the time she realized, the wall was already collapsing.
Denver didn’t think. He just moved.
Like a blur. Next second, he grabbed her waist from behind and jumped forth in a diving motion.
BUDOOM~~!!
Dust exploded into the air, swallowing the site in a gray haze.
Denver and the brunette were on the floor, with her lying on top of him.
Their eyes quickly locking on each other.
Her lips curled into a small, knowing smile.
To leap from a ladder 50 feet away and reach her in under three seconds.
Then save her from a collapsing wall?
That kind of speed and reflexes wasn’t just rare.
It was extraordinary.
And now, standing right in front of her, was the man she’d been searching for.
The other workers whispered among themselves.
Some said it was a sudden gust of wind that toppled the wall; others weren’t so sure.
The woman paid no attention to the murmurs or the chaos around them.
Her gaze stayed firmly on Denver.
Her smile emotional.
“Finally find you, boss… It’s great to see you’re still as sharp as ever.”
Denver frowned, confused.
He had no idea what she was talking about.
"Uh, Miss… I think you’ve got the wrong guy. I’m not your boss."
A flicker of disappointment crossed her face, but she quickly covered it up.
“You’re Hawkers’ top-level! Don’t you remember anything at all?!”
Now Denver was sure she had the wrong person.
“I’m just Denver, a regular construction worker.”
She glanced at his neck, her eyes catching a small mole there. Her smile deepened.
"You’re not just any Denver," she said. "It’s really good to see you again."
Her words felt heavy with meaning, but Denver didn’t have time to figure them out.
“You must be in shock from the fall. Sit down for a few minutes.”
He was already thinking about leaving.
Today was Diane’s birthday—her first since they’d gotten engaged.
He had planned a special surprise for her.
Now he was busy finishing his task as soon as possible.
But the strange woman still gripped his hand.
Denver frowned.
Why was she being unreasonable?
“Trust me!”
She insisted, flashing a mischievous smile.
“Just hear me out. You must have lost your memories in the mission. We have been looking for you for 3 years...”
“I don’t have time for this,”
Denver said firmly, finally pulling his hand away.
Realizing she couldn’t get him to stay, she sighed, clearly frustrated.
Then she reached into her purse and pulled out a sleek bank card.
“If you won’t listen, at least take this,”
She said, holding it out to him.
Denver didn’t budge.
It screamed scam—the kind where you accept something and suddenly owe money you never agreed to.
Seeing his hesitation, she smirked.
She leaned forward, and slipped the card into his pocket.
“Check out this card. It’ll give you the answers you’re looking for, about your past.”
She said, adding a wink before turning on her heels and walking off.
“What was that all about? Is she even okay in the head?”
He shook his head and walked away, lifting his helmet to scratch his temple.
Doubt flickered through his mind.
She was right. He did lose his memories.
“I don’t remember anything that happened prior to being saved by Uncle Richard. But…”
He had already formed a new life with Richard’s family, and he didn’t really want to shift his focus anywhere else right now.
After Richard died from a tragic accident, Denver took on all the responsibilities of his family.
Today, on the big day of his fiancee, who is also Richard’s daughter, Denver especially had no time for anything else.
When the project manager’s whistle finally blew, Denver smiled, pulled off his helmet, and rushed home.
A bouquet of variegated roses was in his hand.
Something small and hidden was tucked in his pocket.
The house was quiet and bare.
The kind of emptiness that comes with moving into a new place without furniture yet.
He bounded up the stairs, three steps at a time.
He skidded to a stop outside their bedroom door.
Grinning, he raised a hand to knock but froze mid-motion.
Noises coming from inside.
It was Diane’s voice mixed with another man’s voice.
“Are you sure we can keep doing this here?”
A man’s voice asked, casual but clear.
“He won’t be back until evening,” replied a woman.
Diane’s voice.
The words hit Denver like a punch to the gut, making him stumble back in disbelief.
His chest tightened like a storm.
He staggered, and his foot knocked over a vase sitting behind him.
It toppled to the floor, shattering loudly on impact.
The noise startled the people inside.
The door creaked open.
Diane stepped out, her face pale as she locked eyes with Denver, frozen in place like a statue.
Behind her, the man leaned lazily against the doorframe.
He smirked as if he’d been caught stealing candy, not someone else’s future.
Denver looked at Diane with utter disappointment and immense anger in his eyes.
“Who the hell is this clown?”
He growled, his voice trembling with fury.
“Are you fucking him?”
“D-Denver,” Diane stammered, her usual confidence shattered.
The blonde, her signature mole near her chin trembling with her, tried to explain.
“It’s not what you think! Stephen was just helping me with—”
“Helping you with what? Screaming for sex?”
Denver’s voice boomed, echoing through the house.
“Don’t lie to me, Diane! I heard everything!”
Even caught red-handed, she had the nerve to try and cover it up?!
The man behind Diane pushed her aside, interrupting her response.
Denver’s fists clenched as the stranger stepped forward.
His cocky smirk igniting every ounce of anger in him.
“So you’re the pathetic fiancé she’s been complaining about? You really do look like a loser.”
Stephen grinned wickedly,
“You smell like cement and shit mixed together.”
He walked one step closer to Denver, looked him in the eye.
“YEAH. I’m the one who’s been fucking your girl."
"And guess what? This wasn’t the first time."
"It sure as hell won’t be the last!”
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CHAPTER 841
Denver returned to the house where his team members were staying.He gave the red pill box to Alita.“Why didn’t you destroy these?” she asked.“If I destroyed them, I think Sanctus would know,” Denver replied. “We’ll gather the items first and then destroy them all at once.”Alita could sense his energy signature and tell that he had recently fought someone. “It’s safe to assume he’ll set traps, so be extra careful.”Denver took out the dice and opened his palm.The dice still showed one.“I will try not to directly confront Sanctus until I overcome this dice, Mom,” Denver said.She smiled.“And when I do that, will you remove this cloth and see the world again?” Denver asked.Alita’s lips went flat fast. She didn’t say anything.“I’ll take the silence as a yes,” Denver said and left the room.He looked down toward the floor, then vanished from there and appeared inside the underground hall that Sheryl had created.Sheryl and Philip were fighting. She was trying very hard to beat him
CHAPTER 840
“Take it if you can,” Denver flicked his wrist, and the box disappeared without a trace.The man wearing medieval clothing gritted his teeth. “You’re courting death!” He thrust the golden spear at Denver in the blink of an eye.Denver punched the spear and melted it against the opponent’s will.Denver used the momentum to grab the opponent’s face and squeezed it.Black lightning released from his body and electrocuted Denver. He was pushed back.The opponent grinned and poured black lightning into the melted spear, thereby bringing it back to its original shape. “You’re certainly strong, but my lightning is superior to every other form of lightning. You cannot win against me.”Denver covered his fists with spiritual aura. “I don’t need lightning to deal with you.”“Do you even realize who you’re talking to?” the opponent growled. “I’m the great Mad Monarch Sullivan. The head of the Onyx clan.”“No, you’re just a bootlicker,” Denver retorted coldly. “You love licking Sanctus’ boots and
CHAPTER 839
At one of the biggest pharma companies in the country.Denver just bypassed the security and entered the headquarters.He saw the blood that was being used as ingredients for certain drugs.“They really are making a lot of money with donated blood,” Denver thought. “I need to deal with these pharma companies, too, but right now, my priority is to find that thing.”He went to the CEO’s office.The CEO was a middle-aged lady. She was clueless as to Denver’s arrival and kept talking to someone on mobile while staring out through the glass wall.“Yes ingredients like Benzene are mixed in the skincare products, which cause blood cancer, and the affiliated companies treat leukemia and earn billions every year,” she said. “I may be a vampire, but these businessmen are money-hungry vampires. The people are too foolish to see it. They are too busy with their own lives. They don’t have time to look around, and they’re paying the price for it by paying for products that are harmful to them.“It’
CHAPTER 838
At a blood donation center with a red cross symbol on it.Denver stood outside and was staring at the board on display. It read: Giving Blood Saves Lives.Denver entered the building.“Welcome, sir. Are you here to donate blood or buy it?” the nurse asked.Denver saw the person who was on the bed, giving away plasma. “How much does a unit of blood cost?”“If you go to hospitals, they’ll charge you at least 500 dollars,” the nurse replied quickly. “But we only charge 150 dollars. And it’s also after the testing is done.”“Mm,” Denver looked at the blood packet that was put on the wall for display. “I will buy one packet.”“Sure, sir. Just tell us what you need it for?”“To destroy.”“Pardon?”“To destroy sickness.”“Haha,” the nurse chuckled at Denver’s dry humor. After Denver filled the form, the nurse wrote her number on a small paper and handed it to him. “Call me whenever you’re free.”“For what?” Denver asked.She leaned closer and whispered, “To destroy me.”Denver’s heart trembl
CHAPTER 837
Everybody except for Sheryl participated in the fight against Philip inside a wooden hall underground, which Sheryl had created.Nicole, Lovia, Sakura, Stoney, Rocky, Joelle, and Catherine attacked him with everything they got because most of them were well aware of Philip’s reputation.Even though he might not have recovered fully, they didn’t hold back.However, Philip created water bubbles reinforced with aura and trapped every single one of them.Most of them couldn’t even get out of these bubbles.Only Nicole, Lovia and Catherine were able to get out. The former two used their aura whereas Catherine relied on her gravitas system.Seeing others pass out helplessly, Catherine grew nervous. She still clearly remembered how helplessly she lost the fight against Philip not long ago, and the memories were still fresh in her mind.Nicole and Lovia attacked from different directions.Nicole’s punches were precise and sharp with no wasted movements like the brush strokes of a painter.Lov
CHAPTER 836
The next morning.Philip woke up and found himself on a bed in a room he did not recognize.He looked to his right.Alita was there on another bed.“What happened?” he asked softly.She briefly told him the things that happened after he passed out.Philip covered his face in shame. “It all happened because of me. My right hand man was always working for Sanctus. Sedrick must have told him everything about our organization. That’s why he came fully prepared. And he succeeded in killing the king.”“Even if Sanctus hadn’t killed Casil, he would have still died sooner or later anyway,” Alita replied.“What about Elissa?”“She’s probably hiding and recovering just like us,” Alita said. “You don’t have to be ashamed of yourself. Betrayals often come from whom we trust.”“Is it true that you betrayed Sanctus?” Philip asked.“When you’re a kid, you listen to almost everything your parents tell you,” Alita said. “But after growing up, you’ll not readily agree to everything your parents will sa
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