As the knives came flying toward him, Troy moved with lightning speed, stepping aside with a fluid motion. He easily dodged the attack, his hand sweeping out like a flash of lightning, striking one of the men across the face. The others barely had time to react before they saw a dark blur flash by. The man who had been struck was sent crashing into the wall, leaving a large dent behind. Blood poured from his mouth as he crumpled to the floor, his body broken and his eyes rolling back in unconsciousness.The remaining bodyguards were frozen in shock for a moment before they screamed in fury, charging toward Troy.Troy smirked coldly, casually shaking his arm before disappearing from their sight. In an instant, he was behind two of the men, his hands grabbing the back of their necks and slamming their heads together with a sickening crack.The two men were sent reeling, their bodies swaying as their vision blurred. They collapsed to the ground, unconscious and motionless."Pathet
"Your parents?" The silver-haired man frowned slightly, then let out a cold, mocking laugh. "So you're the son of those two old fools?" Troy's smile grew colder, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "Just for saying that, you're not walking out of here today." A sarcastic grin spread across the silver-haired man's face as he slowly clapped, impressed. "Well, well. It's been years, but someone from Silverton finally dares to stir up trouble here. Guess you're one of those reckless young fools who doesn't know fear." Troy exhaled a cloud of smoke, his expression unamused. "Stop pretending to be something you're not. You're all just trash. Do you really think this sorry excuse for a fight club means anything? Hand over my parents, and I'll let you walk away alive." The moment his words hit the air, a deadly silence hung in the room, quickly replaced by a wave of fury. The bodyguards' faces twisted with anger, their eyes glowing with murderous intent. The silver-haired man's fac
The toughest fighters in the arena, the ones who represented Silverton's strongest underground fighting force, were all lying on the ground, unconscious or worse. One by one, they had been knocked out cold.The few remaining who weren't unconscious dared not make a sound. Fear was etched across their faces, and some were even too scared to open their eyes as they trembled with terror.In the eerie silence, Troy flicked the cigarette from his lips before lighting up another one. His gaze shifted to the silver-haired man not far away.The silver-haired man stood frozen, his expression blank with shock. He stared at Troy as if his body had turned to stone.Beside him, the two beautiful women, both stunningly attractive, were as pale as ghosts, trembling uncontrollably.Troy's cigarette flickered in and out, his voice cutting through the stillness like a blade. "Anyone else think they can take me on?"The silver-haired man suddenly collapsed to the ground with a loud thud, his face
The arena was deathly silent.Everyone stood frozen, their eyes wide with disbelief. Fear gripped them—pure, unrelenting terror.Ferris Hawkins, the silver-haired man, was the reigning underground fighting champion of Silverton for three years, a man who had single-handedly taken down more than thirty fighters. He had even killed opponents with a single punch, causing their internal organs to rupture right there in the ring.Yet now, in front of this young man, he was reduced to nothing! The crowd swallowed hard, their gazes locked on Troy, their eyes wide with fear—fear they had never felt before.Troy's gaze slowly drifted to the two women standing nearby. They froze in terror, then, with a sharp scream, crumbled to the ground, their eyes filled with tears. "W-We had nothing to do with this... Please spare us..." Troy looked at them, narrowing his eyes slightly. A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. "Scared?"Both women trembled at his cold gaze, tears streaming dow
At that moment, inside the grand mansion at the center of the Pierpoints' estate, Hannah sat with an ice pack pressed to her face. Beside her, Madeline asked, "Sweetheart, why don't you call Mr. Hawkin and check if that Ragnar kid has been taken care of? If he's been dealt with, maybe have him brought here so he can apologize to you."Hannah's lips curled into a smug smile. "Mom, Troy is definitely finished by now. Mr. Hawkin probably took care of him already. I'll call and find out."Just as she was about to dial the phone, an elderly man entered the room.The man was gray-haired, leaning on a cane, and dressed neatly. Despite his age, he seemed strong and full of vitality, and his eyes glimmered with intelligence.The moment he stepped in, Hannah's face brightened, and she affectionately called out, "Grandpa, you're back!"The man was Connor Pierpoint, the head of the Pierpoints family and Hannah's grandfather. He had just returned from a meeting at the company. With a warm
Timothy chimed in, his voice heavy with frustration, "Dad! Stay out of this! I'm on Hannah's side, too. My daughter got hit, and I'm heartbroken over it!"Connor's face turned purple with rage. He slammed his cane down on the floor, his anger building. "You… You know nothing! That Troy is no ordinary person. You don't even know his background, yet you talk like you understand everything! You'll see. I'm not getting involved in this, but you'll regret it later. Don't come crying to me when you run into trouble!"With that, Connor stormed out of the villa and walked toward the small mountain behind the estate to cool off.Inside the villa, Hannah scoffed, clearly irritated. "Grandpa is always so cautious! He's scared of someone like Troy, a total loser? How ridiculous!" She huffed, dismissing the whole situation. Pulling out her phone, she prepared to call Ferris.But just as she picked it up, the front door exploded open with a deafening crash. The heavy wooden door flew off its
In a split second, Troy's foot shot out like a missile, landing squarely in Timothy's chest.The force of the kick was thunderous.With a loud bang, Timothy flew backward, slammed into the massive living room, and shattered furniture scattered everywhere. He crashed to the floor, unable to rise, his body broken and battered.Hannah and Madeline screamed in terror, both frozen in shock at the scene before them.On the floor, Timothy spat out blood, the sound of broken bones echoing in the room. His chest heaved with pain as he clutched it. He was unable to stand, his face contorted with agony.Hannah and Madeline rushed to Timothy's side, helping him up. Hannah's face twisted with fury, her voice trembling with rage. "Troy, you scoundrel! How dare you touch my father!""You scumbags took my parents! You're asking for death!" Troy's voice was a cold, lethal growl as he walked toward them, his steps deliberate and heavy.Madeline stood up in a panic, pointing a trembling finger a
Hannah's body jerked violently, her breath caught in her throat as her feet left the ground. Troy had yanked her up with such force that her body dangled helplessly in the air.She began to gasp for air, her limbs flailing in a desperate attempt to break free. Her legs kicked wildly, and her hands clawed at Troy's grip as she tried to pull his fingers from her throat. The lack of oxygen soon took its toll. Her vision blurred, and the once beautiful features of her face twisted into an expression of raw fear and pain.Troy's presence was suffocating, his murderous intent pouring out of him like a tidal wave, drowning her in an overwhelming sense of dread.Hannah felt like her body was being torn apart. The sensation of death pressed against her, and tears began to slowly slide down her face."Let me go… Please, please..." Her voice barely escaped as she gasped for breath.Troy's voice, cold and thunderous, boomed through the air, making her body tremble."Where are my parents?
Troy stared at Hannah, a sudden feeling of disgust washing over him. He shot a cold glance at the two of them. Not wanting to engage in conversation, he turned to leave. Just as he lifted his foot to walk away, the man beside Hannah scoffed. "Is this the Troy you told me about? What a pathetic guy."Troy slowly stopped in his tracks and turned to face the man. The man was dressed in a sharp suit and wore gold-rimmed glasses, his hair slicked back. His skin was pale; although his features were handsome, there was an air of coldness about him. He was Victor, a member of the Hurlbutt family from Silverton. Though the Hurlbutts weren't part of the Nine Great Families, they still held considerable power. Victor was also one of Hannah's suitors and harbored feelings for her.Seeing Troy stare at him, Victor sneered; his arrogance was clearly on display. "What are you looking at? Got a problem?""You just called me pathetic, didn't you?" Troy's voice was calm, but there was an ed
Troy remained silent. Joanna twisted her small hands together, a look of regret crossing her face. "I'm sorry... It's my fault..." Troy, at that moment, extinguished his cigarette and suddenly turned to look at Joanna. Before she could even react, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead. Joanna froze for a moment, and Troy smiled lightly. "I'm not angry. I understand how you feel. It's perfectly normal if you can't accept it yet—after all, we've only known each other for a day."Joanna's heart stirred as she gazed at him; a hint of something new flashed in her eyes, and a genuine smile appeared on her face. "Well, I hope there will come a day when you'll make me willing to give myself to you." Troy chuckled, walked over to the balcony, and glanced back at her. "I'm gonna go. Goodnight." As his words faded, a breeze swept through, and Troy was already gone from the room.Joanna walked to the balcony, watching his retreating figure. A strange expression flickered in her eyes...
Joanna couldn't believe Troy had earned five million in one night so easily.She furrowed her brows, her tone laced with concern. "You didn't do anything illegal, did you?""Of course not. Every penny is legitimate. It's all from them," Troy assured her, his voice steady."You promise you're not lying to me?" Joanna's eyes flickered with suspicion.Troy gave a soft chuckle. "I'd never lie to you. You're my wife."Joanna's cheeks flushed a soft pink. "I'm not your wife," she muttered, looking away."Who's my wife, then?" Troy's eyes twinkled with mischief, his gaze locking with hers. Joanna quickly looked down, feeling a surge of heat rise to her face. The mood shifted, growing heavier. The two of them were positioned in a way that felt far too intimate—Troy on top, Joanna beneath him. She quickly realized what was happening, and her face burned with embarrassment. "G-Get off me," she stammered."I'm not getting off," Troy replied, grinning. "Remember what you promised me t
"Wh-who are you? You'd better not do anything rash!" Joanna said, her voice trembling as she lay still in the dark. The fear in her chest was nearly suffocating.Troy deliberately lowered his voice, his words dripping with menace. "What if I do? What are you going to do about it? Are you going to scream for help?"Joanna's face drained of color. "Please, don't do this. Is it money you want? I can give you money. I'll give you whatever you want!""I don't want money." Troy's voice was dark and close, his breath warm against her neck. "I want you."Joanna's heart raced, and she clutched the bed sheets tightly. Her voice was barely above a whisper. "I'm begging you... I'll give you money. Just let me go..."Troy's voice was steady. "I already told you, I don't want money. I just want you to spend the night with me.""No... I can't... Please, I'm begging you." Joanna's voice wavered, and she was on the verge of tears.Troy's voice hardened. "Why is it impossible?"Joanna instinctiv
"Besides, that Troy is poor as can be, and his family is as low as it gets. How could he possibly be good enough for the Skeldons? How could he be good enough for you?" Lillian scoffed and crossed her arms. "I'm telling you this right now. I'll only approve of you being with Howell. As for Troy, he doesn't deserve a single thing from the Skeldons!"Joanna sighed deeply. "Mom, Troy and I are already engaged. Grandpa insists that we're together. There's not much you can say that'll change that. And honestly, I don't have feelings for Howell."Lillian shook her head. "Now you don't, but you can give it time. The Sowles are a big family, and you shouldn't miss out on this opportunity. Trust me. I'm just looking out for you."With that, Lillian gave her daughter a warm smile. "Alright, sweetheart. Go to bed now. I won't say any more, but you know what's best."Joanna shook her head. "I'll sleep in a bit. I've got some things to do."Lillian raised an eyebrow. "What things?"Joanna b
When Troy's gaze shifted back to Khloe, she suddenly felt uncomfortable. "Mr. Ragnar," she said, flustered, "why are you staring at me again?""Is it so wrong to look at how beautiful you are?" Troy teased with a grin."Yes, it is," Khloe replied, her tone firm. "I only allow my future husband to look at me like that.""Well, in that case, I'll just be your future husband," Troy shot back with a mischievous glint in his eyes.Khloe slammed on the brakes, the car coming to a halt as she turned to him, her eyes wide. "Really?"Troy rubbed his nose and chuckled. "Just kidding. We've just met, and you want me to be your husband already?"Khloe pouted, giving him a pointed, almost reproachful look before she started the car again silently.Half an hour later, Troy had Khloe drop him off near the Skeldons' estate. As the car came to a stop, he flashed her a warm smile. "Drive safely on the way back. If anything comes up, call me."Khloe shot him a playful look. "Call you? What are
"I…" Khloe's eyes were filled with a hint of panic, her voice trembling as she spoke. Earlier, she had indeed intended to provoke Troy, just as Frank had suggested. It was only meant to be a harmless test—just to see if Troy was even remotely interested in her. She never expected things to escalate this quickly. How could she let this happen? Sure, Troy was handsome, young, and successful—but she was still a virgin! How could she possibly lose herself to him on the very first meeting? Khloe bit her lip, feeling a wave of fear wash over her. Her eyes darted away as she whispered, "Y-You should sit down." "Now you want me to sit down? Weren't you just teasing me a minute ago?" Troy's large hand slid up Khloe's smooth thigh. He leaned in slowly, pretending to kiss her. Khloe gasped softly, her heart racing as she watched Troy come closer. She raised her hand to stop him, but how could she possibly hold him back? He was getting closer and closer, and she found herse
Troy quickly averted his gaze, but even that fleeting glance sent a restless heat simmering through him.A moment later, Khloe's melodious voice broke the silence. "Mr. Ragnar?"Troy stiffened, clearing his throat. "Hm? What is it?"A long red light stretched ahead, and Khloe brought the car to a stop. She turned to him, lips curling in a knowing smirk. "Do you like my legs?"Troy's mind blanked. Had she noticed?He rubbed his nose, feigning nonchalance. "Yeah, I do. But next time, try black stockings. I prefer those."A flush crept up Khloe's neck, her cheeks blooming pink. She bit her lip. "You…like stockings?"Troy grinned. "Yeah. A lot."Khloe exhaled sharply, then suddenly hit the gas. The car lurched forward, veering onto a quiet side road before jerking to a halt.Troy blinked. "Ms. Langstaff, what are you—"Before he could finish, Khloe pushed her seat all the way back, reclining slightly. With deliberate slowness, she lifted one long, shapely leg and draped it over t
Godfrey was taken aback—but not because of the money. What shocked him was the fact that Frank was giving away the Soulvine, a treasure he had kept for many years.However, Godfrey didn't dare protest. He immediately went upstairs. A moment later, he returned with a small box made of black wood. He presented it to Troy with a respectful gesture, smiling. "Mr. Ragnar, this is a token of my father's appreciation. Please accept it."Troy looked at the Soulvine inside the box, feeling a slight warmth rising in his chest. This Soulvine contained spiritual energy from the earth and sky, which could help with his hidden injuries.He gave Frank a deep look. "This Soulvine is a rare treasure. Are you sure you want to give it to me?"Frank chuckled. "No matter how precious this Soulvine is, it can't compare to my life. You saved me, Mr. Ragnar. Giving you this Soulvine is the least I could do."Troy smiled. "Alright. I'll accept it, but I won't take something of value from the Langstaff