A gunfight became inevitable. Royal Dragon's men managed to take down several of Altan Demir's guards in front of the Jefferson estate. They stormed in ruthlessly, leaving only a few of Altan's men standing within the grand house.Regis had just stepped out of his car, holding a handgun, and was walking calmly. His men had already cleared the way, allowing them entry into Jefferson's residence.Regis's sharp gaze scanned the room quickly until he locked eyes with Altan, who waited for him with a smug expression.The men on both sides aimed their weapons, awaiting orders from their bosses.Altan raised a hand, and his men lowered their guns slowly. Regis’s men followed suit.“Young Master Lorenzo, welcome. Your arrival is very festive,” sneered Murat Demir’s son.Regis smirked. He walked over quietly and sat down on one of the sofas directly opposite Altan who was enjoying his alcoholic drink. His legs were neatly crossed. One hand rubbed the body of the gun he was holding."Altan, it
Since discovering that Regis was investigating the accident from seven years ago, Altan had grown restless. He had hoped that Regis would never recall that incident."You're the one who killed Kenneth Volker, aren't you?" Regis asked, his voice chillingly calm.Beth, overhearing this, was stunned. She remembered the major event from back then. Although there was no accurate news about the cause of death of the Volker family's eldest son, back then some big people heard rumors that Regis Lorenzo was at the scene.But no one dared pursue the matter further, especially since Alejandro Volker had stayed silent."Are you that certain I'm the killer? Weren't you the one who shot him, Regis?" Altan replied, unwilling to admit his actions.Altan smirked. He recalled his argument with Kenneth Volker just before Regis had arrived that time. They argued because Altan heard that Kenneth was going to collaborate with Royal Dragon behind his back. However, Alejandro Volker's eldest son denied this.
Beth sat limply on the floor. Her twilight eyes watched Altan's face turn pale. Altan was groaning in pain. Blood flowed from his right arm. Regis’s men quickly subdued Altan, restraining him to prevent further struggle.Moments before, Mark’s bullet had successfully halted Altan’s actions. Regis had calculated precisely and signaled to Mark to take action.Beth tried to stand up and approached her granddaughter, who was now sobbing uncontrollably, her entire body trembling. "La-Laura... calm down. It's all over. We're safe now," she soothed.The poor girl didn’t respond, still lost in her terror, unable to calm herself after facing the brink of death. Laura truly believed her life would end just moments ago.Seeing her fear, Regis felt a pang of guilt. But he had no choice but to act that way to distract Altan. The girl was fortunate to remain still, allowing Mark to act before Altan could harm her.Regis walked over to the elderly woman and her granddaughter, his expression unchang
“Deport him back to his country. Block his access to enter this country again,” Regis ordered suddenly.“Young Master, are you sure?” Mark was quite surprised to hear his young master's decision which he considered too inhumane.Regis smirked. Of course, he wanted nothing more than to kill Altan Demir, as the man was dangerous to him. But he couldn't ignore Levent. Killing Altan would be an open declaration of war with them.Royal Dragon could likely handle it, but Regis couldn’t ensure there wouldn’t be many casualties if he did. Besides, Golden Snake would surely use the chaos as an opportunity to worsen the situation.Even though Murat Demir had allowed Regis to do whatever he wished to Altan, Regis couldn’t be certain Murat wouldn’t retaliate behind the scenes.Regis knew that his heart was too weak this time. However, suddenly the image of his son flashed through his mind. He now had a wife and an adorable little boy.As a father, he understood that Murat would likely wish for his
Amora’s eyes were fixed on her phone screen. She’d been holding it for quite a while, but the call she was waiting for still hadn’t come."Why hasn’t he called yet? Is he okay?"A long sigh escaped her lips, worry evident on her face. Since Regis had left her two hours ago, Amora hadn’t stopped waiting for his call. She’d never been this eager to hear from someone before.Amora’s lips formed a slight pout as her heart remained unsettled, her mind crowded with negative thoughts.She ran her fingers through her hair, her expression showing clear frustration. "Why am I even worried about him? Isn’t he a skilled mafia boss? He even managed to take down three guys with his bare hands that time," she reminded herself.Amora remembered the three men sent by Julia Brown who’d fallen helplessly to Regis's fists."Alright, stop thinking about him. No news is good news, right?" she tried to reassure herself.She let out another long sigh as her fingers typed quickly on her phone until Albert’s v
Estelle Mauverick let out a sigh of relief. “I’m glad to hear that your life is better now. I used to feel guilty for not being able to help you much back then. My father—”“I know, you had to leave for Paris because your father arranged your marriage with a Frenchman, and you ended up settling there after the wedding,” Amora cut in, already familiar with the story and excuses Estelle often brought up.Back then, Amora had asked Estelle for a temporary place to stay at the Mauverick residence after being kicked out by her grandfather. Out of all her friends, only Estelle had agreed to help.But Amora only stayed three days. Estelle had to leave for Paris to meet the man her father had arranged for her to marry. A month later, Amora heard about her friend’s wedding.Estelle had invited her to the wedding, but Amora knew her presence would only turn into a source of ridicule. Especially since Estelle’s father had already warned her to stop “bothering” his daughter. To prevent any confli
"Did you ask her to endorse your clothes?" Chelsea teased her best friend, the boutique owner."As if. I’m worried she’d ask to borrow money instead. That’d be a disaster," Gloria replied with a chuckle.Chelsea burst into laughter instantly. She was sure Amora had overheard their conversation, but the woman remained unfazed, acting indifferent from her spot.Chelsea’s eyes narrowed as she scrutinized Amora’s appearance. Today, she looked incredibly chic. Though Chelsea didn’t know where Amora got such luxurious clothes, she guessed they were purchased with dirty money."So, what do you think? Do you like anything?" Gloria interrupted, seeking Chelsea’s opinion on the outfits she had tried on. Gloria wasn’t interested in prolonging the snide remarks, as it would only escalate the situation. She wanted to avoid a scene in her boutique."I like them all. I’ll take everything," Chelsea declared proudly."Wow, did your dad just refill your allowance?" Gloria asked, genuinely amazed."Pret
“Chelsea, that’s enough! Stop belittling Amora. I’m the one who invited her here. Is that a problem? Aren’t we all friends? And besides, this is a public place. I believe everyone has the right to shop here. Don’t you agree?”Estelle, who had been quiet all this time, finally decided to speak up. She felt Chelsea’s attitude and words had gone too far. Nothing about it seemed remotely amusing.She turned to Gloria, the boutique’s owner, and asked, “Does this boutique have a rule that only certain people are allowed to shop here?”Gloria gave an awkward smile, glancing at Chelsea, who looked annoyed. Still, she had no choice but to respond, “O-of course not. Everyone is welcome to shop here, as long as they can afford it.”Chelsea’s lips curled into a smug smirk. “You heard her, didn’t you? As long as they can afford it,” she said, shooting another condescending look at Amora. Her eyes settled on the diamond ring adorning Amora’s finger.“I’m sure ... that ring she’s wearing is just som
"Aaaahhh!"Amora’s scream echoed through the forest, followed by a rapid burst of gunfire. Birds took to the skies in a frenzy, their alarmed chirps blending with the chaos as they fled their disturbed habitat.Her face went pale. For a moment, Amora thought she was going to die—right then and there. But she didn’t.“Re-Regis, you .…” Her voice cracked, disbelief evident in her eyes. She hadn’t expected Regis to throw himself in front of her, shielding her with his own body.Tears welled up in Amora’s eyes and started to fall. She thought Regis had taken the bullet meant for her—he wasn’t moving at all.But Regis was just in shock. His face was as pale as hers, convinced for a second that Jack had shot him. Yet, he didn’t feel anything aside from a small scratch on his arm.Slowly, Regis let go of Amora. He could see the fear in her hazel eyes, reflecting his own face. But now wasn’t the time for comforting words. His priority was making sure they were safe.As he looked around, Regis
Finally, the taxi Regis was riding in came to a stop near a narrow trail that led into the mountains, surrounded by dense forest. Amora also asked her driver to stop, just a short distance behind the taxi ahead. She pulled out all the cash she had and handed it to the driver.“Sir, if you don’t mind, could you wait here for me? If I’m not back within fifteen minutes, please contact the authorities,” Amora said, her voice tense.The driver gave her a small nod after accepting the money. As soon as she stepped out of the car, the driver pulled out his phone and dialed a number.It didn’t take long for the call to connect, and a deep male voice came through the speaker—it was Alejandro Volker!That’s right—the taxi driver who had been taking Amora around was actually one of Alejandro’s men in disguise: Hank Watts.For the past week, Alejandro had sent Hank to tail Amora, using various disguises to monitor her every move and report back.Today, Hank happened to be undercover as a cab driv
Mark's car had just pulled up at the arrival gate. He glanced at his young master, who was resting his eyes in the backseat.Regis looked exhausted. For the past two nights, he’d been tied up in a series of private meetings with Royal Dragon’s subordinates, carefully planning the strategy to take over the power held by Diego Lorenzo.At this point, Regis and a few of his loyal aides had managed to secure the support of some underlings willing to serve him. However, there were still others who refused, afraid of becoming the target of Diego’s wrath if their plan was ever exposed.“We’ve arrived, Young Master,” Mark said, gently waking his superior.Regis slowly opened his eyes and took a moment to assess his surroundings before stepping out of the car. Standing by the departure entrance, he spotted Albert waiting to greet him.“Have you found Old Madam Lysander yet?” Regis asked bluntly.“Not yet, Young Master. We have no idea where she’s heading. My team and I had to split up to searc
The tension in the Royal Dragon leader’s office was palpable. Everyone’s face had gone pale when Pablo Varon returned with a report that darkened Diego Lorenzo’s expression.“What did you just say?” Diego asked, his tone cold and sharp.“I’m sorry, Boss. I failed to take Miss Lysander with me. The young master showed up and took her away first,” Pablo replied, bowing his head deeply.Diego stood from his chair and approached Pablo. He placed a hand on Pablo’s shoulder and gripped it hard.“How long have you worked for me, Pablo? And you still can’t handle a single woman? Are you trying to disgrace the name of Royal Dragon, huh?” Diego hissed, a cynical smirk curling his lips.Pablo could feel his boss’s rage and disappointment. “I’m truly sorry, Sir. I’m ready to accept any punishment,” he said, dropping to his knees in front of Diego.From the beginning, Pablo had known the risks of letting the young master’s wife go. He never once thought of escaping the consequences.“My ungrateful
“H-How did you find out about this?” Amora mumbled, still feeling dazed.She had tried so hard to hide her pregnancy complications from Regis. She didn’t want his excitement over the baby to waver because of it.“You don’t need to know how I found out,” Regis said firmly. “All you need to know is that I’m never going to let you go, Amora.”His eyes burned with anger at his wife’s deception. But a few seconds later, his gaze softened.Regis took both of Amora’s hands in his and looked at her gently. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he saw the regret in her eyes.He let out a quiet sigh and spoke gently, “I hope you won’t make the same foolish mistake again, Amora. I know my father crossed the line this time. But please, trust me … I’m going to stop him.”Amora’s hazel eyes were still wet with tears. “But how can you stop him, Regis? Grandma’s already been taken to the airport, and .…”Her voice cracked as her sobs took over. Seeing his wife cry, Regis actually smiled.
“Regis, your father actually had a reason for doing all of this.”Amora’s words made Regis frown for a moment, but then he let out a short, dry chuckle.“A reason? What reason could he possibly have other than wanting to control his rebellious son?” Regis scoffed.Just like Amora once had, Regis had no idea about the real reason behind his father’s constant efforts to keep them apart.Seeing the hatred in Regis’s eyes whenever he mentioned Diego Lorenzo, Amora finally decided to share what Diego had once told her.She thought maybe—just maybe—it would help lessen Regis’s hatred toward his father. She could’ve easily kept it to herself, letting Regis continue to resent Diego as payback for everything that man had done to her.But her conscience wouldn’t let her pretend she didn’t know the truth.“Regis … your father did all this out of hatred and revenge toward my dad,” Amora said, leaving Regis completely stunned and confused.“What do you mean, Amora?” Regis asked, his gaze narrowing
Seeing the deep regret on Amora’s face, Regis let out a sharp sigh. He hadn’t meant to scold her. He just wanted her to understand how her actions affected them both.Regis tried to keep his emotions in check, not wanting to lash out. He knew Amora was clearly torn and dealing with a difficult inner conflict.“Haven’t I told you time and time again not to carry everything on your own, Amora?” Regis reminded her gently.Amora didn’t respond. Her head remained lowered until Regis reached out, cupped her chin, and lifted her face so their eyes could meet again.The look in Regis's eyes, which looked shady and sad, made Amora feel both comforted and hurt because she felt guilty for hurting him with the divorce papers she’d filed.“I’m your husband, Amora. Didn’t we agree to face all our struggles together? Can’t you give me just a little time to prove that I can turn this around without asking you to sacrifice everything?” Regis asked, his voice soft but full of emotion.He still believed
Regis and Amora had just entered their rented house, but Regis was still gripping his wife’s wrist tightly, causing her to wince in pain.“Regis, didn’t you hear me? Let go of my hand!” Amora snapped, clearly annoyed at being dragged around by her husband.The sound of the bedroom door slamming made Amora jump. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the fury in Regis’s eyes.Amora swallowed hard and muttered, “That hurts, Regis.”Seeing how helpless she looked, Regis finally let go of her wrist. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the red marks left by his grip.Even though guilt started to creep in, Regis didn’t say anything. He still couldn’t bring himself to forgive what Amora had done.His lips curled into a bitter smirk as he glanced at the small suitcase behind her. “So you’re leaving, huh? Who told you to do that?”His voice was laced with a mix of anger and disappointment. Amora nervously bit her lip, slowly lowering her gaze, unable to meet his eyes.“Why are you quiet? A
“Did you bring what my boss asked for?” Pablo asked, his expression completely unchanged.Amora looked down at the document in her hands, her heart heavy. The papers were divorce papers—something she had prepared at Diego’s request, and a requirement to get Rayden accepted into the Lorenzo family.The truth was, she still wasn’t ready to divorce Regis. But the pressure and threats from Diego had completely worn her down. Unlike Diego, she held no power. And more than anything, she didn’t want to see Regis crushed under the weight of his own father.“Miss, my boss isn’t someone who breaks his promises. He’ll accept your son as part of the Lorenzo family, just like he said. Your sacrifice won’t be in vain,” Pablo assured her on his employer’s behalf.Hearing that, Amora felt something heavy lift from her chest. ‘I’m sorry, Ray. I know I made this decision on my own, but I believe one day, you’ll understand this was the best thing I could do for you,’ she thought.Amora handed the docume