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2024-12-12 11:57:57Carrying 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—and 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 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, 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 heart failure, 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, and 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, and 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, smirking 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. Guess what? This wasn’t the first time. And it sure as hell won’t be the last!”
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A quick, vicious punch to Denver’s face.BAM~!It was a super-solid punch. Denver’s head twisted more than ninety degrees.“And who did you call a clown?” Stephen snorted, cracking his knuckles. “Know your place, big guy. You’re not someone who even deserves to be around a beauty like her. Just being big isn’t enough. You need class, too.”He was experienced enough in boxing, so even though Denver had a bigger build than him, he was confident in winning this fight.Denver turned his head back toward them when Diane put her hand on Stephen’s shoulder.Denver looked angrily and disappointedly at the woman who did something unimaginable to him.“Let me show you what real class looks like!” Stephen began to shuffle his feet like a boxer and got into his hunting stance.As Denver took a step forward, Stephen swiveled and crafted a powerful back kick, which he thought would secure him a sure victory because back kicks were so powerful.However, Denver caught Stephen’s left foot that was thr
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“I’m a nutjob, huh. Yeah, I was not able to see through you, so you can call me that,”Denver sadly smiled, picking the ring off the floor. It was a heart-shaped ring. Denver also had another such ring on his ring finger now.The pre-engagement rings were worth around 500 dollars, which was not at all a small amount of money for Denver.More than the monetary value, the emotional value these pre-engagements rings had in Denver’s mind was great. They were supposed to be treasured for life, yet how could Diane toss the ring away like it’s nothing?Did she really never love him? Not even like him?“Hmph, go and find a monkey to put that ring on,” Diane snorted and looked away.Denver did not speak afterward.As he was walking away, she went out of her way to say, “Oh, I forgot. You have nothing in your name. Even a beggar wouldn’t want to marry you now.”Denver did not talk back to them but just clenched his hands.He just walked toward the main door, leaving behind a trail of blood d
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The Return of Don Denver CHAPTER 05
“See him out with a stun baton!” Subrina’s voice was loud to irritate every ear out there.The manager regained his haughty demeanor and cast a sharp glance toward Subrina. That gaze alone warned her not to cause a scene anymore. “Do you want to be seen out with the stun baton?”Subrina stepped back twice in bewilderment.She could only grind her teeth and watch the manager take Denver to the VIP lounge on the first floor.“This way, ma’am,” the assistant, on the other hand, respectfully invited Subrina to his office. She kept cursing Denver as she went to the assistant’s room.The assistant gave a soft drink to Subrina which she liked. Of course, she didn’t thank him, because she believed that she deserved it.And the drink helped her body cool down a little.The assistant tried to personally process the check, but when he checked the balance of the associated account, his expression stiffened for a second. Then he raised his eyebrows and looked at Subrina who was enjoying the d
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After Denver sat back on the couch, the manager poured wine to Denver. “Guigal wine. Twenty years old, and worth 12,000 dollars a bottle. This is only served to those who sit in the VIP lounge. I don’t dare drink it unless the guest tells me to.”Denver understood what the manager was implying, so he said, “You can drink it, too.”“Haha,” the manager happily smiled. “Indeed, sir. Drinks taste better when you share them.” He poured wine for himself and happily sipped on the precious alcohol.The manager took a look at the account details and was expecting to see a lot of money. But he was a little disappointed to see only a billion dollars in the account. “You have a billion dollars, sir.”“Pfft,” Denver spilled out the wine.“Mm? Is everything okay, sir?” the manager asked. “Was the wine not to your liking? Do you want a different wine? Cote Rotie? Or Rostaing?”“No, a fly entered my nose, that’s all,” Denver replied. “This wine is pretty good. But, sir… Did you say there are b
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“You know very well who I am don’t you?”Stephen’s words made the manager frown. Seeing the manager conflicted, Stephen hiddenly smirked. In truth, he was no longer as rich as he used to be. His father lost a lot of money lately, but he was still a well-known and feared-figure locally.The manager knew Stephen’s father, which was also why he didn’t think Stephen’s father was capable of having a diamond card, but then again, the card might have been temporarily given to Stephen’s father by the real owner.The manager briefly glanced at Denver who had already entered the correct password. He wished he was able to see the account details, but because of the confidentiality, he was not capable of doing so. It would take too long to get permission from the headquarters, but the problem before him needed to be resolved as fast as possible because all the staff in the bank had stopped working due to this incident. The other customers were also looking and probably even recording the incident
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“Boss, will you give me permission to dispose of this garbage?” Sheryl asked.“D-Dispose?” Denver didn’t like that word.“Yeah,” Sheryl was still smiling. “Just give me a nod, and they’ll be gone from your sight.”Denver reluctantly nodded, “Just make them leave.”“Okay.” Sheryl then turned to face Stephen, Diane, and Subrina, but she briefly looked at the manager.“You haven’t answered my question yet, bitch,” Diane blurted. “Where did you rent the car? How much Denver is paying you for this act?”“Shut up,” the manager raised his voice, startling Diane and others. “Madam Sheryl helped me once in the past. She’s someone who can buy dozens of lamborghinis if she wants, and you bastards dare to badmouth her?!” he glared at them. “Security, chase these dogs out!”The security guard, wanting to redeem himself, immediately activated his baton and jumped at them like a gorilla, causing them to run out of the bank’s premises.Stephen showed some resistance, but the guard did not spare Steph
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Sheryl stopped her car in front of the house and said, “I need to call someone, so you take care of your business here. I’ll be waiting outside. We’ll go to a doctor to get your head wound checked after that.”“Okay,” Denver stepped out of the car with effort because he was a big man. He didn’t think he’d enter this house again so soon. But because he knew that Diane was not in the house, he believed that this was the right time for him to take the items he wanted.One of the neighbors who was walking their dog, an adult brown rottweiler, in the middle of the day tried to chat with him, seeing that he stepped out of a luxury car, but Denver said he was busy right now. The dog, however, came to him and began to rub its body. He gave it a couple of pats. “I don’t have any food right now, Payne. Next time.” He told the dog and then quickly entered the house and was about to go upstairs in a hurry.“Denver, who broke the table lamp?” a voice reached his ears.He stopped and looked to his
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On his way home, Denver met the governor at a restaurant.“Edward Creamer is not as big as he used to be because of his partner betraying him,” Gerard told him while munching on steak. “But he’s still feared by his peers, not because of his strength but because of his ego. Once he focuses on something, he sees it through to the end. And I’m sure his focus is on you now.”Denver, however, was looking at the steak on the plate. “Can I pack this and also order an extra plate of steak to take home?”“Of course, you can, sir,” the waitress politely said. “Do you wish me to pack any more orders?”Denver then picked a dessert and along with an ice cream.After the waitress left, he looked at the governor and smiled, “I know Edward is dangerous, but I already did something to keep him in check.”“Do you have some dirt on him?” Gerard asked. “Can I see it?”“Uh, you might lose your appetite,” Denver scratched his chin.“Oh, it’s that kind of dirt, huh,” Gerard rolled his head once. “Don’t spar
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Diane’s mind numbed after realizing that it was Denver who had beaten Stephen in the Creamer club.Denver saw Diane and came up to her, with his hands in his pockets. “Are you wondering how I am still alive?”“W-What? No,” Diane played dumb. “Why are you in this hospital? Are you sick?”“Don’t pretend like you care for me, Diane,” Denver’s voice wasn’t cold, but it sure wasn’t warm, either. “What you did to me sure shocked me, but what you did to your sister is worse. However, you won’t be smiling for long.”“I wasn’t the one who destroyed that pool. It was Stephen,” she said. “I told him not to do it, but he did it anyway.”“You think I will believe anything that comes out of your mouth?” Denver calmly asked her back. “I’m sure you’re here because you are still trying to hook up with Stephen for whatever reason, but the longer you stay with that guy, the harder you will fall. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. I’m not saying this because I care for you, but for your dad’s sake, I’m giving y
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A few minutes earlier.Diane hid in her car as the Creamer gang members were caught and were being taken away.However, one of the police officers recognized her Corvette and told his superior, “Sir, that’s Stephen Creamer’s car.”Diane saw the officers looking at her, and she started the engine and drove backward. The police chased her on foot, so she drove away fast and ended up hitting the road’s divider. “Shit! Fuck!” She still tried to drive away hurriedly, but the police quickly surrounded her car, leaving her no choice but to squeeze the brake pedal.The officers were about to attack the windows with their batons, but seeing Diane inside, they stopped attacking.“Open the door,” one officer growled.“W-Wait,” she grew so nervous she couldn’t even open the door properly. It was as if she forgot how to open the door. Eventually, she took a deep breath and then lowered the window instead of opening the door. “What’s wrong, officers?”“What’s wrong? Why are you in this car?” the of
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A few minutes later.The special police arrived at the hospital, causing the gang members of Edward to scatter away. The police chased them and caught as many as they could.Inside the hospital, in a certain room.Stephen was getting treated on the bed. He still looked upset, angry, and frustrated.His dad was sitting next to him, looking like nothing happened.The doctor was tending to Stephen’s wrists.“It’s just a kiss. You kiss strangers all the time,” Edward said, smoking a cigar. “So, why are you upset over kissing your father?”Stephen felt like vomiting just thinking about it. “What if he leaks that picture on the internet? My image will be doomed. Our image will be doomed. The Creamer family will become a joke.”“If he releases that image, then that very same day, his corpse will be hung at our fish farm, too,” Edward said.“What’s the point of doing it after the damage is already done?” Stephen snorted. “You should just kill him now, Dad!”“He’s not just an ordinary guy with
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CHAPTER 61
The commotion inside the hospital was still there.Denver brought Edward to the room where Stephen was. To his surprise, Jeremy was still there.“Why are you still here?” Denver asked him in shock.“There are people running everywhere outside,” Jeremy said a bit embarrassedly. “My body is not in a condition to run. But, who’s that on your shoulder? Another patient?”“He’s Stephen’s dad,” Denver put him down next to Stephen and then began to kick Stephen in the gut. He was not gentle.Stephen’s eyes forced open. “Argh, you…” he glared at Denver, “you are still harassing me? When my dad catches you, I will tie you to a chair and have fun with you!”“Look beside you,” Jeremy said.“Mm?” Stephen looked next to him. His eyes sprang out of his sockets. “D-DAD?!” He couldn’t believe that his dad was lying next to him. “How? Who did this to him?”“We fought, and he lost,” Denver said, showing the gun to Stephen.“You beat my dad? That’s impossible,” Stephen blurted. “He was a champion in the
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CHAPTER 60
Catherine had a long, thirty minute ride in her car and returned to her apartment.“Wow,” one of the female neighbors saw her and asked in surprise, “did you buy a new car?”“It’s my old car,” Catherine flashed a grin free of burden and full of ease. “My man got this car restored to its new look.”“Your man?” She was visibly surprised. “Who? The big guy?”“Yeah.”“Oh. Don’t think of this the wrong way, Catherine, but don’t you think he’s way too out of your league?” she said. “I mean, guys like that don’t stay with women like us for long. Once he finds a woman with a better butt or boobs, he’ll move on.”Catherine frowned initially but then smiled a bit uneasily. “I never dated anybody. I never chased after love because it looked like an unending rat race to me.” She remembered the times when her friends shuffled boyfriends every season for stupid and silly reasons.Neither Catherine nor Diane were allowed to date anybody because their dad strictly forbade them. Diane considered this
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CHAPTER 59
Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting shadows that danced forbiddingly along the whitewashed walls of Harryfield hospital. The sterile smell of antiseptic hung heavily in the air, enough to upset any man into easily losing their cool.In the heart of such a hospital where chaos of a different kind has erupted, Denver was now ensnared in a lethal confrontation.Edward, the notorious head of the ruthless Creamer gang that ruled a part of the city’s underbelly, had a commanding presence. His eyes narrowed as they locked onto Denver, assessing the only figure standing defiant in that corridor.“A big body isn’t enough to fight against bullets, brat,” Edward’s voice was smooth but laced with venom as he put his hand under his suit and reached out for something. “You’ve got guts. I’ll give you that, but guts don’t win fights. Guns do.”The polished item Edward took out gleamed ominously in the overhead light.Denver recognized it at a glance and knew it was loaded with one of these
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CHAPTER 58
“Are you going to stay here and wait until my dad arrives?” Stephen asked in a mocking manner. “You acted like you were going to deal with anything that will come at you, but now that you’re seeing the king of the neighborhood, you’re thinking twice, aren’t you? It’s not too late. Fall at my dad’s feet and beg for mercy. He might let you live after severely punishing you, of course.”Denver took a deep breath and walked up to Stephen who was sitting on the chair.Stephen looked up with a cocky, proudful smirk on his face.“It seems just getting the wrists broken isn’t enough,” Denver slapped Stephen with the back of his hand.Stephen spun and crashed on the floor, chin first.“Huhu, you slapped his lights out,” Jeremy loved what he saw.“He was being pretty annoying,” Denver looked at Jeremy. “Can you move?”“I can manage. Why?”“Just in case someone else makes it to this room, you shouldn’t be here,” Denver said. “If possible, go home. Take your daughter and go somewhere else. Keep
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CHAPTER 57
“Hahaha,” Stephen laughed, despite experiencing the pain of broken wrists. “I can’t wait to see you get beaten like a dog by my dad. He ruined entire families of those who so much as stole a dollar from him. What do you think he’ll do to you who messed with his own son?”Denver was staring through the window, counting the number of people that were coming out of cars. “32 of them.”“32 what?” Stephen snorted. “Did you just count their numbers? 32 isn’t all. More will come. If you don’t surrender, they’ll destroy everyone in this hospital. It will become national news then.”“You’re trying to scare the wrong person, dude,” Jeremy voiced his mind. “Even at the construction company, we’re surrounded by many underachievers, but Denver was always working extra hard and extra fast to get things done fast. Watching him would always give me motivation. I still didn’t do risky ladder climbs like him, but thanks to him, I became better at work over the past couple of years. ”Stephen blew air t