Masuk"I'm actually looking forward to the moment Bruce makes his move," Ray said coldly. "I want them to see what I'm truly capable of."If he went all out, he would kill everyone involved—leave no witnesses—and keep his secret of possessing an otherworldly dimensional space hidden.Even though communications were already down and word would be hard to spread, Ray still wasn't willing to take the risk.In times like these, no amount of caution was excessive.…Meanwhile, in the Gantt household.Lauren made her final plea. "…As long as you let me go, I'll be yours. I'll be your woman—of course I will. You won't have to pay anything anymore. Franklin, I know you truly like me. Otherwise, you wouldn't have come to see me for four days straight. Trust me. As long as you help me, I will never betray you."The man she called Franklin was around forty, short in stature and extremely ugly. His skin was dark, his features coarse. But in Lauren's eyes, he was now the only lifeline that could
That night, Ray was in the middle of an intense workout, sweat soaking his body, when his phone suddenly sounded an alert.He stopped and checked the screen.Someone was at the door—knocking—and holding up a phone high in the air, playing a video directly at the surveillance camera.The image was unclear, but it was enough to tell it was something very much not suitable for children.Ray went down to the basement and remotely opened the door.With a clang, the iron gate swung open.The man at the entrance froze for a moment, then stepped inside, shock flashing across his face.There was light here—that alone wasn't so strange. But how could it be this warm?He looked at Ray, his gaze flickering, clearly weighing whether he should make a move and seize this place for himself.In the end, he restrained himself. After all, Ray's reputation was terrifying."This is the video you wanted," the man said, lifting his phone."Put it on the table," Ray replied.The man walked over an
Hearing Lucy's warning, Ray realized she had a clear-headed understanding of the apocalypse—she wasn't some naive saint.After chatting for a while longer, he hung up.Time to sleep.When he woke, he moved slowly through his morning routine—brushing his teeth, washing his face—then called Leo for breakfast.Out of habit, he reached for his phone, but the no-signal icon greeted him. Only then did he remember that all communications were completely down. Everyone had become a true island unto themselves.He tossed the phone aside; now it could only make satellite calls.No matter—he'd watch TV instead.He had prepped dozens of portable hard drives loaded with movies, TV shows, and variety programs, plus thousands of fully charged batteries. With this setup, he could last for six months or more. After all, lighting barely consumed any electricity.The big power drain had been the air conditioning, but now he relied on the fireplace for warmth, even using it to heat water for bathi
Whether it was Sean or Bruce, their endings would be no different."The fog hasn't lifted yet. Fine—I'll play along a little longer," Ray muttered to himself. In any case, he had no intention of leaving the villa. From the moment he stayed put, he already stood in an invincible position. What was there to fear? A head‑on confrontation?So what if Sean had countless followers? So what if Bruce's bodyguards were highly trained, even former mercenaries?Under overwhelming firepower, all lives were equal."The only thing I need to watch out for is getting stabbed in the back. And for that, I just need to be careful of women who come knocking. Any unfamiliar woman could be sent by either of those two factions. "Even Honey and Amanda might turn on me. It's all about profits."As long as a woman is foolish enough to believe the terms someone offers her—like promising half the supplies after taking me down—she might fall for it."After all, there's no real emotional bond between me
Bruce slowly lowered the phone."Sir?" The four bodyguards all turned to look at him.Bruce had lied. He didn't have just two bodyguards—he had four.He set the phone on the table, his brows knitting slightly, and glanced at the beautiful woman beside him. She looked to be about twenty‑four or twenty‑five, a young boy of three or four sleeping soundly in her arms."He refused," Bruce said flatly.The woman adjusted the child and gently rocked him. "Didn't you say he was lecherous? And he still turned down an offer like that?"Bruce smiled faintly. "Yes. That's exactly why it surprised me."He rubbed his temples, looking deeply troubled."Bruce, what do we do now?" one of the bodyguards asked. "Force our way in?""Force it?" Bruce laughed. "Haven't several groups already tried that? Your combat ability is far above that of ordinary people, but in terms of raw strength, you're at most twice that of a normal man. With just the four of you, you think you can break in by force?"T
"What a coincidence," Bruce continued. "The disaster struck on Children's Day. I came early that morning, planning to take my son out for the day, and then…"There was no need to finish the sentence. They had been trapped there ever since.A thought stirred in Ray's mind, and everything suddenly made sense. He now understood why an assassin had been sent after Bruce.Bruce had an illegitimate son. Of course he'd want to pass Gemini Real Estate to his son. But would his wife's family ever agree to that?When billions in assets are involved, hiring an assassin was hardly strange.If Bruce died, Gemini Real Estate would fall into his wife's family's hands. And the illegitimate son? They'd probably send assassins to get rid of him too.Ray thought about it, then asked, "The photos you showed me earlier—don't tell me that woman is your mistress?"Bruce admitted it outright. "That's right. She's my lover. I'm old enough to be her father, but I chose her because she's beautiful and a t







