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
Regis had arrived at his penthouse. He entered the access code for the door and stepped inside as it swung open.The interior was dimly lit, with only a few lights casting soft glows in scattered corners of the room.“Amora? Ray?” Regis called out. But there was no response from either of them. The entire space was eerily quiet, the only sound being his own footsteps.‘Looks like everyone’s asleep,’ he guessed.He glanced at his watch, the face on his left wrist showing it was already nine in the evening. The drive to the penthouse had taken longer than expected, thanks to heavy traffic.After swapping his shoes for indoor slippers, Regis headed toward the living room. He stopped abruptly when a sharp pain flared beneath his chest.His hand instinctively reached out to steady himself against something. He bent slightly and leaned against the piano in the room. But his weight accidentally pressed down on the keys, sending an echoing note reverberating through the space.Regis let out a
"Leave your son’s problem to me, Regis. I’ll make sure he’s safe."Hearing Xavier’s assurance, Regis smiled and nodded. He trusted the young man wouldn’t disappoint him."What are you guys talking about? Can’t you discuss something I actually understand?" Gino chimed in, feeling even more left out of the conversation.Xavier chuckled. "It’s better if you don’t know—if you value your life," he teased.Clicking his tongue in irritation, Gino opted to sip his vodka rather than look clueless. He already knew Regis had deliberately kept him in the dark to avoid dragging him and the Moonstone family into dangerous matters.Even without asking, Gino understood that most of Regis’s problems were life-threatening. It wasn’t that Gino didn’t want to help; he just knew his limits. He’d only end up being a liability. Besides, he was confident Regis could handle things, especially with Xavier’s help."So, Xavier, what’s brought you here? Can’t you just talk things out with your father? I bet they’
Regis handed the bottle of vodka Gino had just opened to Xavier. “Done already?”Xavier nodded, grabbing an empty glass and accepting Regis’s offer of a drink.“What else do you have to do besides the task I gave you, Xavier?”Regis was curious about his friend’s busyness. All he’d asked Xavier to do was keep an eye on his son for a bit. To ensure Rayden’s safety at school, Regis had enlisted Xavier’s help.Regis couldn’t trust anyone else to protect Rayden because of the threats posed by Levent and Golden Snake, both of which required him to be vigilant about his subordinates.When Regis learned of Xavier’s arrival, he couldn’t think of anyone better suited for the mission.His trust in Xavier wasn’t based on instinct alone; their long-standing relationship had given them ample time to understand each other.After the jewel heist case was resolved, Regis hadn’t seen Xavier anywhere in New York City. However, fate had reunited them in a different place a year later.When Regis’s fathe
"Hey, Kid. We came here to celebrate your arrival. Could you at least appreciate me a little?" Gino quipped at Xavier, who was still engrossed in his laptop.The moment Gino called him "Kid," Xavier shot him a sharp glare. Even though he was much younger than the other two men, he refused to be underestimated. Not wanting to engage in an argument, Xavier simply ignored him.Gino let out a heavy sigh. Hearing about Xavier’s arrival from Regis yesterday, he’d been so excited. He caught the latest flight, even traveling from another continent, just to meet him. But now that he was here, he was being ignored."Why am I even friends with people like you two?" Gino grumbled, his face set in a look of exaggerated annoyance. Of course, he wasn’t serious. It was just his way of expressing frustration.Since the incident that had involved them in a case of theft and auction fraud, Gino had grown to admire both Regis and Xavier. When he found out Xavier was in London, he didn’t think twice about
Laughter echoed in the soundproof room, filling the space with an almost contagious energy. A man with ombre blue hair, reminiscent of ocean waves, held a wine glass in his hand as he strolled over to Regis.“If I hadn’t done that, I’m not sure I’d ever have the chance to meet someone as honorable as you, Your Highness,” he teased, a smirk playing on his lips.“Should I buy a lottery ticket today? I must be lucky if someone as busy as you managed to attend my invitation,” the man continued, slinging an arm around Regis’s shoulder as he guided him toward the plush seating area.Regis, however, brushed off the gesture and glared sharply at him. “I didn’t realize someone as carefree as you even existed. Maybe I should switch careers and become a gemstone tycoon instead of a mafia boss, Young Master Moonstone,” Regis shot back coldly.The stylish man from head to toe was none other than Gino Moonstone, heir to a renowned gemstone empire.One of the ten largest precious gemstone mines in t
Regis raked his hair in frustration. He quickly typed out a reply to his wife, his fingers moving fast across his phone screen.[Sorry, Amora. It’s not that I didn’t want to reply to your messages. The last one didn’t send. I’m doing fine now.]The message was sent in seconds, but waiting for her reply felt like an eternity. Growing impatient, Regis decided to call her.Unfortunately, Amora didn’t pick up.“Where could she be?” Regis muttered anxiously.He called again, and still no answer. Running out of options, Regis decided to call his son. Within moments, his son’s cheerful face popped up on the screen.“Hi, Dad!” Rayden waved with a big smile.Regis smiled back but skipped the pleasantries. “Ray, where’s your mom?”“Mom?” Rayden paused for a moment, his eyes darting around before he turned back to the camera.“I think she’s in the bedroom, Dad. Maybe she’s taking a shower,” Rayden said matter-of-factly.“Ah, I see.” Regis let out a relieved sigh. He’d thought she was mad at him
Mark was stunned. He shared the same thoughts as his boss, then said, “There’s information suggesting that Levent has recently been involved in human organ trafficking.”“Oh, really?” Regis raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.“Apparently, Altan Demir himself is handling the transactions, and because of this, he’s been clashing with Murat Demir. It seems Murat doesn’t approve of Altan engaging in such dealings,” Mark added.Regis smirked cynically. He found Murat Demir’s anger justified, as Altan was straying far from the vision and mission Levent had upheld under the Demir family.Levent had always focused on providing illegal services rather than dealing with tangible goods like Altan did now.Regis was certain that Murat disliked Altan’s actions because Murat had always chosen to work behind the scenes. He could only imagine Murat’s frustration upon discovering Altan’s endeavors.“Is the operation still ongoing?” Regis asked with keen interest.“It seems so, Sir. Our informants ha
Royal Dragon Office Building“This is the report just sent by Manager Sunny, Sir.”Monica Grant handed over a document she had just received from the finance division to Regis. The woman, dressed in a pink blazer and matching pencil skirt, stood in front of Regis Lorenzo's desk with a nervous expression.Her gaze lingered on Regis cautiously, worried about making a mistake, though her boss had said nothing for several minutes.“Just leave it,” Regis replied indifferently.Monica obeyed and placed the document on his desk. Her eyes darted to a neatly arranged lunch box that remained untouched.She had ordered the exact meal Regis requested earlier that afternoon, yet he hadn’t eaten any of it. Her thoughts were interrupted when Regis suddenly looked up.“What is it?” Regis probed.“N-no, Sir. I was just worried you haven’t eaten anything all day,” Monica stammered nervously.Regis’s sharp eyes narrowed. He glanced briefly at the meal and muttered, “I’m not in the mood.”“But you should
“You’re not even seven yet. I don’t want you carrying such heavy burdens on your little shoulders, sweetheart. I don’t want you to regret the time you’ve missed out on, Ray,” Amora said earnestly.“I know, Mom. I’m only doing this to fill my free time,” Rayden replied. “But, can I continue the programming class later tonight, Mom?” he asked, looking for reassurance.Earlier, he had to ask the instructor for a break, interrupting the lesson. Now, he hoped his mom would allow him to resume the session later.Amora considered refusing, but when she saw the eagerness shining in her son’s eyes, she relented. “Alright, but just for an hour, okay?” she said.A wide smile spread across Rayden’s face. He hugged his mom tightly and gave her a kiss on the cheek.“Thank you, Mom. You’re the best in the world!” he exclaimed joyfully.Amora chuckled softly, her face lighting up with her son’s happiness. Memories of the past suddenly came rushing back—when she first discovered she was pregnant.She