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 825
Aura mixed with ethereal energy detonated point-blank.Catherine flew back, skipping across the ground like a stone on water, coughing as her own gravity field flickered unstable.Denver clenched his hands, trying to control himself.Diane glanced at him and smiled. “As you know, my sister has always been clumsy. When she was young, she didn’t even know how to put her shirt buttons in order. She would use half a bottle of shampoo thinking it’d made her cleaner. She’d put my mom’s makeup on her dolls. It’s cute when I think about it, but that clumsiness doesn’t look good if it carries into adulthood, does it?“How can she get mad at me for something our dad did? He was the one who wanted us to get married. If Catherine had a problem, it should have been with my dad. Yet, she points her fingers at me because I’m an easier target. Compared to that coward, I’m far better, don’t you think, Denver?”Denver didn’t even feel like answering her question because he didn’t see any point of discu
CHAPTER 824
Diane did not care that there were people watching. The sand turned around her.However, the people thought it was just a sandstorm brewing, and they began to freak out and hurriedly leave the place.“Why do you not like seeing me and Denver together?” Catherine asked. “You never appreciated him when he was your fiance.”“What do you mean by that?” Diane snorted. “You’re talking as if I treated him like he’s nothing. Didn’t I go out with him and introduce him to my friends?”“Denver used to come home tired everyday,” Catherine said. “Did you ever offer to massage him a little bit? Did you at least ask him just for asking sake? Did you ever bring a glass of water to him or a cup of coffee?”“I was his fiance, not his fucking slave.”“Was our mom a slave to our dad then?” Catherine retorted.“Go and ask our mom, and she will give you the answer,” Diane blurted. “If the man is poor, what he can give to his wife is little to nothing. The path to a happy marriage is to wed someone so rich
CHAPTER 823
When Peter fell like a stick to his left, Diane was utterly stunned.She thought her mother and Peter’s family wouldn’t be attacked, but Peter was the first person that got shot. She felt foolish for trusting these criminals to keep their word.She was the first one to use her ability to raise sand spears out of the ground and attacked the mafia members.In that process, she ended up hurting some innocent people as well because she wasn’t good at precisely controlling her ability yet. But she didn’t really care about the guests whom she personally didn’t know. Their lives were worth the same as ants’ lives to her.Chaos ensured.Sand got in people’s eyes, making it very difficult to flee or clearly see what’s happening around them.Laser guns were fired left and right, but before any more people died, Denver sent out lightning streaks through the air that not only stopped the laser bullets but also struck the enemies dead.It happened in a flash.In a micro second, all the enemies exc
CHAPTER 822
The wedding day arrived.Peter Mason was rich, but he was not known for his charity. However, because his son had told Peter to donate some money after the recent earthquake, Peter did so.And this earned Peter a great deal of respect.It was one thing if someone who always donated were to donate once more, but Peter was a guy who wouldn’t cough up a dollar for the poor or needy. Someone like him donating was well highlighted in the news, which was also due to his daughter’s efforts behind the scenes.All in all, there was more than expected positive response from the city, and Peter liked it very much.He never experienced the feeling of being called a great gentleman before, and he enjoyed every bit of positive comment he received online or offline.Peter did not hold the wedding at a luxury hotel. He chose his own home.Before the wedding started, Peter asked Subrina, “Is your second daughter going to attend our wedding?”Subrina was hesitant. “I don’t know. She knows about the wed
CHAPTER 821
Three days later.The day before Peter Mason and Subrina’s wedding.Edward was having a nightmarish time the past few days, especially because his bank accounts were frozen.They weren’t hacked but were forcibly frozen.Edward looked into it and realized that he was being legally strangled through shell corporations.What’s more, all the recent allies he made were suddenly getting audited or arrested. Even those who were acquainted with him were randomly getting inspected.Power cuts hit the fish farm and a few villas he owned.The worst of all was that there was a medical delay because of the power cut in the hospital where his son Stephen was admitted.And there was a medical emergency.The doctors did their best, but Stephen died.Edward was told that his son was suffering from diarrhea for a couple of days and that his body had greatly weakened. The power cut and the malfunction of the electric generators has not only affected Stephen’s treatment but also of very many patients liv
CHAPTER 820
An hour later.“So you’re telling me that we lost contact with everyone who was dispatched to kill Alita and Philip?” Lily asked with a frown growing on her face. “Even your clone?”“Yes, my queen,” Serena was down on one knee. “It’s safe to assume that Mickey defeated them. In the worst case, he might take them hostage and use them to force their respective clans to support himself or Sanctus, assuming he’s now chosen to serve Sanctus.”“If he’s at that northern island, it means he’s also after Alita,” Lily opined. “It’s safe to assume that he’s working with Sanctus at least for now. Not only did we fail to kill our targets, we also lost some of our allies. Forming alliances with new groups will become all the more difficult. This is the worst possible result.”“I’m sorry. I’ll take the responsibility and find a way to get the three supreme clans to support us,” Serena said.“If it were that easy, Natalia would have done that long ago,” Lily said. “Let us focus on gathering the ones
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