Tyger didn't expect his fourth reason to kneel would be because of this shameless scoundrel standing before him!As Tyger's imposing frame slowly lowered, his knees approaching the ground, a triumphant smirk spread across the middle-aged man's face.The iron-willed Tyger was kneeling before him after all.The man sneered, "If you had simply told me the origin of those two portraits, you wouldn't have had to endure such suffering. Tell me where they came from, and I'll not only give you food but also cure this blind man's ailment!"It became clear that the middle-aged man's torment of Tyger stemmed from the discovery of two portraits of his person. He had been instructed to use any means necessary to uncover their origins.However, Tyger's lips had remained sealed, even after enduring horrific torture, including the extraction of his teeth.The man's frustration with the unyielding Tyger had reached a boiling point.Hearing his offer, Tyger hesitated. The portraits were drawn by
The middle-aged man hurled chunks of steaming, fragrant meat onto Tyger and Jacob.The five Rottweilers, ravenous after two days without food, fixated on the meat with savage intensity. As their chains were released, the dogs lunged toward Tyger and Jacob. The dogs were ready to tear them apart as if they were part of the feast.Scarlett and Frederick arrived just in time to witness this horrifying spectacle. Scarlett's face drained of color as she covered her mouth in horror."Frederick, we have to save Uncle Tyger and Jacob!" she cried.Frederick's expression mirrored her alarm, but the distance was too great. Even at his top speed, he couldn't reach them before the dogs.Suddenly, he emitted two sharp barks. "Woof! Woof!"Scarlett stared at him in astonishment. Was this ventriloquism?She had no idea Frederick possessed such a hidden talent. But would it be enough? Frederick's imitation was uncannily realistic, not mere barks, but the commanding tones of a dominant alpha do
Tyger's eyes blazed, not with relief at Frederick's intervention, but with the sight of Scarlett unharmed.The middle-aged man's face drained of color as he stammered, "I... I have Mr. Griffin behind me, you..."Tyger's focus sharpened, a thrill of fury replacing the initial unfocused eyes. "That treacherous bastard, Clive! He dared to attack the Dragon League!"The name struck Scarlett like a blow, and her composure momentarily shattered.Clive was once a fellow subordinate under Draco alongside Tyger and Jacob. He had long disregarded Scarlett's authority and seized numerous territories belonging to Draco. This had caused friction with Tyger over the years, but his recent actions were a shocking escalation of his ambition and ruthlessness.Having extracted the necessary information, Frederick swiftly ended the man's life with a subtle gesture. The man's throat shattered, instantly turning him into a cold corpse. Scarlett's tears streamed down her face as she rushed to check on
The following morning, Frederick departed the mansion after ensuring Scarlett and the others had rested well. His first order of business was acquiring a phone to contact Sylvester. With a new device in hand, he dialed the familiar number, eager to resume the "family trial" that might reveal more about his father. Sylvester's voice boomed through the speaker."Frederick?""Yes, it's me," Frederick confirmed. What followed was a torrent of accusations."Where were you yesterday? I arranged a date with your fiancee! I never gave you the location, so how did you even meet her? She claims you were incredibly rude and condescending! Do you even want to complete this trial?"Frederick was taken aback by the questions. He had been unable to get a phone yesterday as the rescue of Scarlett occupied him. Moreover, he hadn't even met this supposed fiancee."Uncle Sylvester, I didn't meet her. Maybe there's some misunderstanding?"Sylvester pondered for a moment and said, "You're r
The elevator doors slid open.Frederick was eager to escape further interaction with the enigmatic woman, and he hurried into the restaurant.He quickly located the table Sylvester had specified, his mind still swirling with questions about his supposed fiancee. Though marriage was far from his thoughts, he understood the necessity of maintaining this charade for the sake of the family trial.A flicker of anticipation stirred within him as he contemplated his mystery fiancee. The image of Priscilla momentarily surfaced. To think that just two months after their divorce, he was already entangled in another engagement…Lost in thought, Frederick barely noticed the delicate hand that gently pulled out the chair opposite him.His fiancee had arrived.Judging by the slender fingers, he imagined a tall, graceful woman with smooth skin—a classic beauty. Eager to make a good impression, Frederick smiled as he looked up. However, the smile instantly froze on his face.It wasn't that
The confusion cleared up, and Frederick felt the urge to explain. He couldn't risk Anya's disapproval, not with the family trial looming over his head."Ms. Romero, there were some unpredictable circumstances yesterday. I didn't have my phone, so I had no idea we were supposed to meet. I simply happened to be at that bar. If you'd like, I can show you the message from my uncle. I only just learned your name and the details of our meet-up."He offered his phone and displayed Sylvester's message.Anya glanced at it and then replied with a hint of indifference, "It seems you are telling the truth. You were unaware of our meeting. Our encounter was purely accidental."Frederick nodded, relieved she had at least accepted his explanation. This was a vast improvement from Priscilla, who constantly doubted him and created endless misunderstandings. But Anya's next words dashed his hopes. "Because you were unaware of our meeting, your behavior yesterday reveals your true nature. You are i
"Shut up!" Anya's voice cut through the air like a knife as she slammed her hand on the table.Her swift ascent to the CEO of a promising company without any family connections had fueled Anya's immense pride and bolstered her confidence in her innate business acumen.She had proudly shared her success with friends and family, convinced she was a natural-born leader and that her decision to leave home was the right one. But now, this thug dared to claim credit for her hard work? It was utterly infuriating!Frederick stared at Anya in bewilderment as he was unsure why she had suddenly erupted.Anya's laughter was devoid of warmth. "You're my boss, you say? The company I lead belongs to you?"Frederick nodded slowly, confirming the truth.Anya leaned back, arms crossed, a mocking glint in her eyes. "Then enlighten me, what is the name of my company... or rather, your company? What does it do, and where is it located?"Frederick was momentarily stumped by Anya's rapid-fire questi
Frederick was stunned. Could it be that the five billion dollars Blazeheart had transferred to him two months ago came from the sale of Ragnarok Ventures? After all, the company had been in decline for years. But why hadn't Blazeheart told him? Why had he sacrificed Ragnarok Ventures to provide for him?A wave of guilt and sorrow washed over Frederick as he realized his shortcomings as a leader. Blazeheart had shouldered so much burden for his sake. Seeing Frederick's silence, Anya sneered. "Caught in your lies again? Don't bother with these childish games in front of me." Frederick was consumed with worry for Blazeheart's safety. He tried repeatedly to call him, but to no avail.Anya's mocking continued, "Are you pretending to make calls now? Do you even know how to tell the truth?"Her relentless taunts pushed Frederick over the edge."Ms. Romero, everything I've said is true. Whether you believe it or not."Anya scoffed, convinced he was stubbornly clinging to his lies. "