All Chapters of No Way ! Mafia Again ?!: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

The sky was overcast, with gray clouds hanging low, as if adding a somber weight to this sorrowful day. A fine mist of rain fell gently, blurring the distant outlines of the mountains and settling upon the newly laid grass. The funeral procession stood quietly around the grave, each face etched with grief. Black umbrellas bloomed like a sea of darkness beneath the drizzling rain. The coffin was slowly lowered into the earth, and those dressed in somber black bowed their heads in silent prayer.The officiant's voice was soft and mournful, resonating in the stillness of the cemetery as he spoke of Noah Leslie's brief but illustrious life. His name had once been a legend in the business world, a self-made man who built a vast empire from the ground up. Yet today, the man who had once stood invincible now lay quietly in the coffin, a mere part of the past.Noah’s spirit stood silently to the side, watching it all unfold. He saw his wife, Kate Leslie, overcome with grief, her eyes swollen

Noah began to outline the things he needed to learn and understand: Dean’s job responsibilities, the workings of the law firm, the background of his colleagues and superiors. He also jotted down personal matters to address, like managing relationships with family and friends and finding a balance between work and life. When he finished, he felt a slight sense of calm. Closing the notebook, he picked up his coffee and savored it slowly. The bittersweet flavor grounded him, a tangible reminder that this was no dream but a new reality he had to face head-on. Returning to the apartment, Noah once again examined Dean’s records, repeatedly reviewing his educational background, work experience, and social connections. He discovered that Dean was incredibly disciplined and hardworking, excelling academically throughout his life. In university, Dean had earned multiple scholarships and honors, and his involvement in legal projects had already given him a foothold in the field. Despite his yo

Dean was trapped in the corner, his stomach churning at the words coming from Leroy Tam. He forced himself to stay calm, resisting the wave of disgust threatening to overwhelm him. Trying to turn his body slightly, he sought to distance himself from Leroy Tam’s unnerving proximity. "Mr. Tam," he said with forced composure, "Please show some respect. I’m not interested in discussing anything else right now. If you’d like to continue the conversation about the case, I can inform Linda, and we can return to the client meeting room."But Leroy Tam had no intention of backing down. His hand reached for Dean’s waist, fingers grazing lightly, intent on brushing across his back. Even as Dean tried to evade the touch, Leroy Tam didn’t pull away—instead, he grew bolder, his fingers skimming over Dean’s sides, each movement more unsettling than the last. Dean felt revulsion rising within him but fought to suppress his emotions, striving to stay composed."You really are the type who can only att

Damon took a slow sip from his wine, completely unfazed. His posture was relaxed, but there was an underlying tension in the way he held himself. He looked at Dean with a sharp intensity. "If you refuse my offer, then what's in it for me to help you?" His gaze pierced through Dean, exuding an almost predatory confidence. It was as if he had anticipated this very moment, already knowing the exact response he would get. His words hung in the air like a challenge, unspoken yet clearly present: You want my help? Then pay the price.Dean gritted his teeth, feeling vaguely uneasy in his mind, but calmly asked, “What do you want?” He didn't like Damon's ambiguous attitude, yet he knew he had no choice at this moment. The prerequisite for going toe-to-toe with Leroy Tam was that he had to get Damon on his side.Damon revealed a wry smile, his eyes gradually becoming dangerous and ambiguous. He whispered, “Sleep with you.” These three words just slipped out so easily, without a care in the wor