“But, as for what kind of details, I couldn't get any data regarding his work there.”Regis was stunned at the report Beth gave. The old woman's information network is quite extensive too, he thought.However, the information Beth Jefferson gathered wasn’t as detailed as Mark’s findings. Earlier, his assistant had provided him with a similar report. But Mark had managed to uncover something crucial about the man named Bobby Turner. He was once the son of a poor laborer who eventually sought his fortune in Turkey through illegal means. It wasn’t easy for an undocumented immigrant like Bobby Turner to find legal work. Mark discovered that the man had changed his name to Jay Turner after joining a criminal organization in that country. After further investigation, Mark found out that Bobby aka Jay Turner was one of Levent's subordinates!Although Regis didn’t have solid proof of Mark’s findings, the information led him to suspect that Levent was behind last night’s shooting. Altan De
"Maybe I’ll get used to things like this eventually. But I hope you can give a little warning so my heart feels safer,” Amora pleaded, knowing her words sounded silly.Regis just smiled ruefully and typed something on his phone.“When did you realize that painting was suspicious?” Amora asked curiously.“From the moment she asked to meet me, it was already suspicious,” Regis replied, leaving Amora astonished.“Are you out of your mind? You knew she was a problem and had bad intentions, yet you still met her?” Amora asked in shock.“Mrs. Jefferson didn’t want to do it either, Amora. She was forced to do this,” Regis said, surprising his wife again.“How do you know that?” Amora inquired, puzzled.Regis gave a faint smile. “I haven’t known Mrs. Jefferson for just a day, Amora. I know she’s someone who calculates every move carefully. Mrs. Jefferson has never met with me without scheduling it first,” he explained.Regis also knew that Beth was far from idle. Beth should have been busy ha
“Here we are, Madam.”Elliot Dale opened the car door for Beth Jefferson. The elderly woman gave him a sharp look, her lips pressed into a firm line.Without a word, Beth stepped out of the car and strode briskly into her grand estate.Several uniformed men stood by the entrance, but they neither greeted her nor welcomed her back with any warmth.Beth walked further inside until she stopped in the middle of an empty living room. Her gaze fell sharply on a young man lounging on her sofa, sipping vodka that Beth assumed he’d taken from her cellar.“Took you long enough. I thought you’d forgotten the way home,” the young man mocked, taking another sip.Beth clenched her grip on her handbag. She wanted nothing more than to slap this arrogant, Middle Eastern man in front of her. But Beth couldn’t bring herself to do it because he held her weakness in his hands.“I’ve done what you asked. Now let them all go!” Beth demanded icily.The young man smirked. He set down his vodka glass, stood up
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
"Really?" Amora murmured, clearly seeing through the man's lie."So what if I am? You want to see her or something?" Chris shot back, turning the question on her."No, I was just curious. I heard the Lysander family went bankrupt. She must be devastated, seeing her parents like that," Amora replied softly.Chris fell silent for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, the Lysander family is beyond saving. I never thought my father-in-law would embezzle that much money. Even my dad doesn’t want anything to do with him anymore," he explained.Bianca’s position as the Walden family’s daughter-in-law had taken a serious hit ever since the Lysander Group scandal broke out. Cassandra Winston and her husband were embarrassed to be related to the Lysanders, so they didn’t care when Chris mentioned he was thinking of divorcing Bianca.Amora gave Chris a sidelong glance. He clearly didn’t want to go into detail about Bianca, but from what he said, she could tell things weren’t going well for Bianca in t
“Why were you walking alone just now? Is something wrong, Amora?”Chris’s question caught Amora off guard. She cleared her throat softly and shook her head. “I … I’m fine,” she mumbled.“You know you’re a terrible liar, right?” Chris teased with a small laugh. He could tell she didn’t want to talk \about it, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to know everything about her.Amora forced a faint smile and quickly changed the subject. “The IV’s almost empty. Can you ask the nurse to take it out? I want to go home, Chris.”Chris glanced at the IV bag hanging beside the bed. He realized he had no reason left to keep her there, so he stepped out to find a nurse.After speaking with the nurse and explaining that the patient wanted to leave, the nurse walked him through the discharge process. She explained that the patient would need to wait for the doctor’s final checkup before being released, but Amora insisted on leaving immediately.So, she was asked to sign a discharge form stating tha
Chris gasped. He slowly nodded and muttered, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry into your personal life. I’m just worried about you.”“Instead of worrying about me, maybe you should take a look at yourself, Chris,” Amora shot back, noticing that Chris looked just as much of a mess as she did.Chris had barely paid attention to his own condition. He’d been too focused on Amora—staying by her side the whole time and asking the nurses and doctors to give her the best care possible. She’d looked like she was in seriously bad shape when she arrived.“Amora, I—”Before Chris could finish his sentence, Amora cut in. “What time is it?”“I’m not sure. Maybe three or four,” Chris guessed. He hadn’t even realized how much time had passed—he’d been too focused on her.“Oh my God ... I’ve been unconscious that long?” Amora whispered in disbelief. She suddenly felt anxious, wondering if Regis or her son had already gotten home and were worried sick about her.Amora tried to sit up, but Chris quickly stop
“Wait … just hold on. Stay home with Uncle Xavier, okay? Let Daddy go check it out,” said Regis, trying to calm his son, who sounded anxious on the other end of the line.Earlier, Regis had asked Xavier to help pick up Rayden from school because he had a meeting with Alejandro. Now, Xavier and Rayden had just arrived at their rented house, only to find that Amora wasn’t there.Rayden clearly remembered his mother wasn’t feeling well that morning. Worried, he tried calling her using Xavier’s phone, but she didn’t answer.Growing more concerned, Rayden used a tracking app he had previously synced with his mom’s phone. The last known location showed her at a restaurant, which didn’t sit right with him.Thinking she might be with his father, Rayden called Regis. But Regis had no idea where Amora was either.“Remember, stay with Uncle Xavier. Got it?” Regis reminded his son not to act impulsively, then ended the call.Alejandro’s face tensed with concern after overhearing Regis’s side of t
“I don’t get it. Why would you take such a risky gamble, Mr. Volker?” Regis asked, unable to hide his curiosity.Alejandro simply smirked at Diego’s son, amused by his confusion.“If you wanted to, you could’ve just used me right now to threaten my father, couldn’t you?” Regis pressed, still trying to get a real answer from the older man.Alejandro’s smirk faded slightly as he replied, “Unfortunately for you, it’s not your life I want. It’s your father’s.”Regis could see the deep-seated hatred burning in Alejandro’s eyes. That’s when he started realizing this wasn’t just about business rivalry. All this time, Regis had assumed the bad blood between Alejandro and his father was nothing more than competition.But there was something darker—something personal—in Alejandro’s voice when he said he wanted Diego dead. Especially now, knowing he was willing to stake the entire Golden Snake organization just to get Regis involved in making that happen?That raised even more red flags for Regi
In the lavish living room of a five-star hotel suite, Alejandro Volker sat on a plush sofa, slowly puffing on a cigar. He seemed lost in thought until the voice of a younger man sitting across from him snapped him out of his reverie.“Let’s cut to the chase. Why did you ask me to come here, Mr. Volker?”Alejandro’s gaze fixed on the young man seated in front of him — clean-cut and impeccably dressed. The look on his face was one of obvious impatience.A faint smirk tugged at the corner of Alejandro’s lips. “Young Master Lorenzo, you’ve changed quite a bit since the last time we met.”Yes — the young man with him was none other than Regis Lorenzo.Not long ago, Regis received an unexpected phone call from Alejandro. He had no idea how Alejandro got his number, but he knew it wouldn’t be hard for someone in their circles.Alejandro had invited him to meet in this very hotel suite. Regis hadn’t planned to accept, but Alejandro mentioned he might be able to convince Diego—Regis’s father—t
Diego’s lips curled into a faint smirk at the woman’s reaction before he added, “But, if you want to tell Regis, that’s fine too. I wouldn’t want to waste the Old Madam Lysander’s time. Besides, she probably doesn’t have much time left anyway.”Amora’s eyes widened in shock. She shot up from her seat and slammed her hand on the table.“Mr. Lorenzo, stop threatening me by using my grandmother! Is this how a leader of the Royal Dragon behaves? Don’t you feel the slightest bit of shame?” she snapped.Diego’s expression darkened at Amora’s criticism, but he didn’t respond to her outburst. Instead, he said coolly, “If you leave Regis, I’ll grant you one request. This is the last of my patience, Miss Lysander.”“That’s not fair, Mr. Lorenzo! Why are you being so selfish? Are you only thinking about your happiness? Regis is your son, but nothing you’ve done reflects what a father should be!” Amora shouted, her anger boiling over.She couldn’t hold back anymore—his words and attitude had cros
“Do you want to meet your biological father, Miss Lysander?” Diego asked, his tone probing.He had considered arranging a meeting between them as a trade-off—if Amora agreed to leave Regis. “If you want, I can—”But Amora cut him off immediately. “That won’t be necessary!”Diego froze, caught off guard. He noticed the tears beginning to pool in her clear eyes, but there was something else there too—a sharp, almost predatory glare that made it clear she wasn’t someone to mess with.A faint, cold smile curved Diego’s lips. That side of her ... it was just like Alejandro Volker—and Diego hated that side the most.Even though he could see how angry Amora was with both Alejandro and himself, Diego couldn’t care less. In fact, he almost welcomed her hatred for Alejandro. To him, that was a win.‘Alejandro Volker … maybe the best punishment for you is your daughter’s hate,’ Diego thought with a twisted smile.He wanted Alejandro to feel the same kind of pain he felt now—being despised by you
"Are you criticizing how I handle my son, Miss Lysander?" Diego asked, his voice cold and piercing.The pressure in the air made Amora hold her breath. She quickly broke eye contact with the middle-aged man. That sharp gaze, almost suffocating in intensity, made her realize she might've crossed the line. Still, she didn’t believe anything she said was wrong.“I think you know what I really meant, Sir,” Amora replied, refusing to back down even a little.Diego scoffed. Her unyielding attitude both impressed and annoyed him. “If he hadn’t chosen a life with you, I wouldn’t have gone this far either, Miss Lysander,” he said as calmly as he could.Inside, though, rage was boiling in his chest. But he wasn’t about to let Amora see that she had managed to stir him so easily.Diego kept cornering her with harsh words, trying to make it seem like all his actions were her fault, as if she were the root of the problem. And that made Amora’s blood boil.‘No! I can’t lose it. He still has Grandma