The Heir's Return

s, usually as sharp as an assassin's dagger, now shimmered, wet like a moon

was flushed, not from shame, but from the torrent of energy they had just sum

ling his legs from hers with a movemen

ht when we've almost succeeded? After all this?" Her hand gripped the bedshe

or five years in this prison. This place was a cage for the world's most brilliant and

by his master. A technique that transformed the turbulence of desire into a current of pure energy,

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l door being thrown open s

e blazer that looked bizarre in these squalid surroundings. Her sharp eye

disgust. "Utterly shameless," she hissed, her voice as sharp as

s now blazed with white-hot fury. Before her imprisonment, she was a mercenary leader whose name alone made generals t

d. She met Meisha's glare with a superior

to Javon. "I am Serana," she said,

owned. S

ing, especially to a woman as beautiful and as cold as an iceberg, felt impossible. And Serana was indeed stunning. Her ski

delivered with cruel precision. "The Forger Group is

, had declared he had nothing left to teach him. "The only living encyclope

dden medical arts from a mad biochemist, strategy from a master con artist, and tempered h

beneath his pale skin, the result of relentless training. Every movement r

emies attacked. The company's stock plummeted. Your father left to find a solution and neve

emotions-anger, confusion, and a strange, cold fear-threatened to overflow. He took a

You? The spoiled son who was jailed for a

the image he'd left behind. Let them underest

ong back, her voice softenin

formed in this place, born of shared danger and power

hed the exchange, her disgust deepening. "If it weren't for Gerald

*

down the asphalt road of the

To Javon, after five years behind concrete and steel, the outside world felt too bright, too quiet. The

orger Family villa came into view,

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ng a human barricade. In front of them, a young man smirked arrogantly. He

d to turn back, but a glance in her rearview mi

ger, shouted. "I'm tired of waiting. The Forger Group is a carcass! Five milli

," she said, her voice a forced, cold calm. "I've told you, even

y run off with his tail between his legs. Why are you, his mistress, still so loyal? Just come with me. I'll show you what it's

hty stepmother, but she now carried the Forger name.

ck

The Qi he had cultivated for five years infused his voice, causing the car windo

is cynical laughter erupted. "Well, well! Isn't it the legendary Young Master Javon? Fresh ou

siness rival that could once only look at the Forger Gro

reply wi

world seemed to slow down. He could see the shock in Pablo's eyes, the sha

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crack of a whip. Its piercing echo shattere

steps before collapsing to his knees. Five fiery red fingerprints

ards froze. Serana, inside the car, stared wi

with disbelief and searing pain. Bloo

trembling with shock and rage.

sing the young man from the sun. His e

voice terrifyingly qui