Chapter 1: I'm Sorry, Let's Divorce! Silverhaven City, Abyssal Bastion.

On the surface, Abyssal Bastion appeared to be just an ordinary maximum-security prison. Yet, beneath this mundane facade, it housed the most feared and infamous criminals in all of Ardenia.

Within its grim walls languished billionaires whose wealth rivaled entire nations, ruthless kings of assassins soaked in blood, powerful officials who once wielded supreme authority, cunning spies with minds sharper than blades, and enigmatic cultivators whose very existence remained shrouded in mystery.

Yet at this very moment, these formidable figures—any one of whom could send tremors across the globe—stood submissively, hardly daring to breathe, casting anxious glances toward the tall, handsome young man before them.

His name was Anthony Jones, the undisputed king of this prison.

Today marked precisely three years since Anthony entered this place, and now, at last, he was a free man again.

"You little bastards better remember this clearly," Anthony warned coldly, sweeping his piercing gaze across the crowd. "Even after I'm gone, none of you are allowed to cause trouble. Otherwise, I'll come right back and toss each of you into the sewage pit for a nice, long bath. Understood?"

"Understood!" came the unified, obedient chorus from these notorious criminals, sounding more like frightened kindergarten children than hardened villains.

"Good," Anthony nodded, satisfied, before turning towards the prison warden, who stood behind him with a humble, ingratiating smile. "Let's go."

"Mr. Jones, please follow me!" The powerful warden immediately bent forward at a respectful ninety-degree angle, leading the way.

Holding their breaths, the inmates stretched their necks, watching Anthony's departing figure until he finally disappeared entirely from sight.

"Haha, the demon's finally gone!"

"Fuck, I'm finally free!"

"God Almighty, that kid was even more ruthless than his mysterious vanished master!"

Instantly, the prisoners—whose names once struck fear around the world—erupted into wild celebration. Some even shed tears of joy.

Ahem!

Suddenly, Anthony cleared his throat gently, the sound echoing like an ominous final warning in everyone's ears.

All at once, the ecstatic prisoners froze in place, petrified into absolute silence.

Five minutes later, Anthony dismissed the warden and calmly walked out alone amid the respectful gazes of the guards.

Outside, the midday sun blazed brilliantly.

Three years ago, Anthony Jones willingly went to prison, covering for his wife Freya Mitchell's younger brother. Now, stepping into the sunlight for the first time since his incarceration, he felt an overwhelming sense of surrealism—as if he'd crossed back into another lifetime.

Once, Anthony himself was heir to a powerful family. Overnight, however, tragedy struck; the entire Jones family—twenty-four lives—was brutally extinguished. Only Anthony, protected desperately by his mother, narrowly escaped. Later, Freya Mitchell found him, saving his life.

To repay this debt and ensure his survival, Anthony married into the Mitchell family, becoming their son-in-law.

Three years earlier, when Freya's brother Preston killed someone while driving drunk, the Mitchell family begged Anthony to take the blame. Driven by gratitude, Anthony agreed without hesitation.

Initially, Anthony believed prison had forever ruined his future. Yet, fate had other plans: behind bars, he encountered a mysterious old man. This elder, astounded by Anthony's extraordinary talent, proclaimed him a prodigy unlike any he had ever seen. He took Anthony as his disciple, imparting upon him unimaginable power and skill.

Thinking of his murdered family, Anthony's eyes flashed red with rage and sorrow.

At that moment, a sky-blue Maserati Quattroporte slowly approached.

Anthony immediately recognized the familiar figure in the passenger seat—Freya Mitchell, his wife!

Instantly, the crimson rage melted from Anthony's eyes, replaced by a soft, affectionate smile.

"Freya will surely be delighted when she sees what I've become," he murmured warmly, stepping quickly toward the car.

The Maserati soon stopped before him. The door opened, and Freya Mitchell, exquisitely beautiful yet coldly poised, stepped out alongside her sharp-looking assistant, Giselle.

"Freya, it's been three years. Do you have any idea how much I've missed you? I have so much to tell you—"

"Anthony," Freya interrupted quietly, "I'm sorry. Let's divorce."

Anthony froze. "What?" He laughed nervously. "Freya, don't joke about this."

"Here is the divorce agreement." Avoiding his eyes, Freya bit her lip and handed Anthony a document Giselle provided.

A thunderbolt from a clear sky!

Never had Anthony imagined that, after three painful years in prison, he'd be greeted not by Freya's warm embrace but by cold divorce papers.

His hands trembling, he forced a smile. "Why?"

"Anthony, thank you for everything you've done for me and the Mitchell family," Freya spoke steadily. "But things have changed. We're no longer from the same world. Perhaps separation is best."

"Not from the same world?" Anthony laughed bitterly. "Funny, you never mentioned that when I married into your family or when I took the blame for your brother. And now—now that I'm finally free—you say we're worlds apart?"

"Times have changed, Anthony." Pain flashed briefly through Freya's eyes. "Mitchell family is now elite in Silverhaven City. Horizon Group, a powerful rising consortium, is planning significant investment here. If I'm married to a criminal, our family would become a laughingstock. We'd lose all chance of partnership."

Under the blazing sun, Anthony felt chilled to the bone. "Others might misunderstand, but you know exactly why I became a criminal."

Expressionless, Freya signaled Giselle, who promptly handed Anthony a folder.

"Inside is a bank card with ten million dollars—enough for a lifetime. There's also a deed for the villa where I first found you unconscious three years ago, now worth another ten million. Just sign, and it's yours. If you want more, just ask."

Freya's coldness felt utterly unfamiliar.

"So our love is worth twenty million dollars? Indeed, an impressive price." Anthony scoffed bitterly. "Am I just a disposable tool to you? Is your family's status and wealth really that important?"

Freya hesitated, struggling silently before finally raising her head firmly. "Yes."

"Fine. Let's divorce." Smiling sadly, Anthony signed without another glance and handed back the papers. "Congratulations, you're free."

Freya opened her mouth, then closed it, turned, and walked away.

As she reached the car door, Anthony suddenly cried out, "Wife!"

Freya stiffened, her body trembling slightly, but she didn't turn back. Instead, she entered the car silently. A single tear fell, glittering like diamond beneath the sun, shattering upon impact—just like their love, reduced to dust.

"Anthony Jones, know your place!" Giselle sneered disdainfully. "Miss Mitchell is now an elite worth billions, destined for greatness with Isaiah Harris of the Harris family—not a worthless criminal like you!"

Anthony stood frozen, eyes turning icy.

"I would have given you the world, Freya Mitchell. Someday, when you realize what you've lost, I pray you won't regret it."

Chapter 2: My Company—Horizon Group Mitchell Family Villa

"Wow, Freya, you’re incredible! You actually got that loser to sign the divorce papers so easily?"

The moment Freya Mitchell stepped into the Mitchell family villa, she was immediately surrounded by her relatives. Preston Mitchell, her younger brother, caught sight of the divorce agreement in her hand and nearly leaped with joy. His voice brimmed with excitement as he exclaimed,

"I thought that trash would resist, clinging to us like a leech. At least he had the sense to back off. Otherwise, I would’ve had someone break his legs!"

At that moment, Preston Mitchell perfectly embodied the very definition of ungratefulness—completely forgetting that three years ago, he had knelt before Anthony Jones, sobbing and begging him to take the fall for his crime.

Freya’s brows furrowed in displeasure. "Preston, that’s enough. No matter what, Anthony is still your benefactor."

Preston scoffed, rolling his eyes. "If you say so. As long as we got rid of him, that’s all that matters."

Beside them, a middle-aged woman adorned in gold jewelry and exuding an air of wealth—Kimberly Lane, Freya's mother—narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

"Freya, that convict agreed to the divorce so easily… Did he extort anything from you before he left?"

Freya replied calmly, "I gave him a bank card with $10 million and transferred Silverwood Manor to his name. It’s compensation for the three years he spent in prison for us."

"What?!"

The room erupted into chaos.

Preston jumped up, eyes bulging in disbelief. "Sis, are you insane? That’s $20 million in cash and property! Even I don’t have $20 million in my account, and yet a worthless live-in son-in-law gets that just for rotting in prison for three years? Since when does the world work like that?"

Kimberly’s chest heaved with rage. "Freya, have you lost your mind? That piece of trash isn’t even worth $20 million if you sold him for parts!"

At that moment, George Mitchell, Freya’s uncle, spoke in a low, authoritative voice. "Freya, that villa is Mitchell Family property. Who gave you the right to hand it over to Anthony Jones? I won’t allow it!"

The uproar continued, with various family members voicing their objections, demanding that they reclaim the money and the house from Anthony.

Freya’s expression darkened.

Three years.

Anthony had gone to prison for her brother, sacrificing his freedom for their family.

And yet, not a single one of them felt even an ounce of gratitude toward him.

"Enough!"

Her sharp voice silenced the room instantly.

"Anyone in the world can call him a criminal—but not us."

Her gaze swept coldly across her family, her tone carrying an undeniable authority.

"And besides, he was my husband. If I choose to give him $20 million in the divorce, is that not my decision to make?"

For the past three years, the Mitchell Family had risen from a small business to its current prominence—all thanks to Freya Mitchell.

Now, with her commanding presence, she instantly suppressed any further objections.

Even George Mitchell and Kimberly Lane, furious as they were, dared not push any further.

Sensing the tension, Kimberly forced a smile, attempting to smooth things over.

"Alright, alright, dear. Don’t be mad. If you say so, we won’t bring it up again."

Freya exhaled, feeling drained.

"You all can continue your discussion. I have an appointment with Isaiah Harris this afternoon. I need to freshen up."

With that, she turned and headed upstairs.

Hearing Isaiah Harris’s name, the Mitchells’ expressions instantly shifted from frustration to delight.

"Freya, dear, make sure to look your absolute best! You have to charm Mr. Harris!" Kimberly beamed, practically glowing with anticipation. "I’ve been dreaming of your wedding with him!"

Preston grinned. "That’s right, Sis! Now that you’ve finally gotten rid of that loser, you should marry Isaiah Harris as soon as possible! I can’t wait to call him brother-in-law."

Freya ignored them, disappearing into her room.

The moment her door shut, the cheerful atmosphere vanished, replaced by cold, calculating expressions.

Kimberly clenched her teeth. "That worthless bastard Anthony—why should he walk away with $20 million of our assets?"

Preston immediately chimed in, "Exactly, Mom! We can’t just let Anthony Jones get away with this. He wasted my sister’s youth for years—spending three years in prison was already a bargain for him. We need to get that money back!"

George Mitchell rose to his feet, his expression dark. "Then let’s go find him and take back what’s ours. Once we retrieve it, we’ll split the money amongst ourselves."

Preston’s eyes gleamed with greed. "Good idea, Uncle! I’ll take Silverwood Manor for myself, and the cash is yours to divide!"

Kimberly glanced toward Freya’s room, lowering her voice.

"But we have to do this quietly. If Freya finds out, it’ll only cause trouble."

Meanwhile, outside the prison gates, Anthony finally calmed after standing in silence for a long time.

Freya, my debt to you is repaid. From now on, we are nothing to each other.

A chilling light flickered in his eyes.

Now, it’s time to avenge the twenty-four lives of the Jones Family.

His gaze turned sharp and murderous.

Taking out his phone, he dialed a number—one his enigmatic master had given him before vanishing.

The call was answered instantly.

Before Anthony could speak, a voice—clear and feminine, brimming with excitement—came through.

"Master, is it really you? Have you finally been released? I have waited for this call for an entire year, just as the Old Master instructed!"

A woman’s voice?

And… Master?

Anthony frowned. What the hell was that old man up to?

"Who are you?" he asked instinctively.

The woman immediately responded, "My name is Caroline Hill. I am the CEO of Horizon Group—and your humble servant."

"Horizon Group?"

Caroline’s voice remained respectful.

"Yes. Three years ago, the Old Master founded Horizon Group specifically for you. I have been managing it in your absence, but the position of Chairman has remained vacant, awaiting your return."

"In anticipation of your release, Horizon Group recently expanded its investments into Silverhaven City."

Anthony almost laughed at the absurdity of it all.

Freya Mitchell had divorced him, believing it essential to secure a partnership with Horizon Group.

Yet in the end, he was Horizon Group’s rightful Chairman.

And the only reason Horizon Group had invested in Silverhaven City… was to welcome him home.

He remained silent for a long moment.

Sensing his hesitation, Caroline spoke carefully, "Master… are you still near the prison? Shall I come to pick you up?"

"No need," Anthony replied. "Just send me the address of Horizon Group’s headquarters in Silverhaven City. I’ll come to you."

Caroline immediately provided the address. "I will wait at the entrance for your arrival."

"No need for that either," Anthony said flatly. "Wait for me in your office. I don’t like too much attention."

With that, he ended the call.

Instead of taking a taxi, he rented a shared bicycle, pedaling leisurely toward Horizon Group's headquarters.

After three years behind bars, he wanted to take his time, to observe how the city had changed.

An hour later, as Anthony arrived at the towering Horizon Group Building, the sudden roar of an engine made him pause.

A sleek, Ferrari screeched to a halt just inches from him—so close it nearly hit him.

Anthony frowned.

The car door opened, and a young man with slicked-back hair and an arrogant smirk stepped out, removing his sunglasses.

Isaiah Harris.

He sneered at Anthony.

"Fuck, where the hell did this broke-ass loser come from? Riding a shared bike in front of Horizon Group? You must be out of your damn mind."

Anthony ignored him.

His gaze was locked onto the woman stepping out of the passenger seat.

His ex-wife—Freya Mitchell.

Chapter 3: I Am the Boss Here Freya Mitchell stepped out of the car, frowning as she looked at Anthony.

"Anthony, what are you doing here?"

He had just divorced her, and now she was already riding in another man’s car.

Anthony glanced at Isaiah Harris, immediately realizing that this must be the so-called Mr. Harris Giselle had mentioned. A flicker of irritation passed through his gaze, his expression turning cold.

"I believe we’re already divorced, Miss Mitchell. Where I go and what I do is no longer your concern, is it?"

The distance and indifference in his voice made Freya’s heart tighten. Yet, she had no right to refute him. Biting her lip, she chose to remain silent.

"Fuck! So you’re that waste of space—Anthony Jones?"

Isaiah Harris scoffed, his face lighting up with a mixture of surprise and mocking amusement.

"Nice to finally meet you! I’m Isaiah Harris—Freya’s boyfriend."

Anthony barely spared him a glance before looking away, completely ignoring him.

Isaiah felt his pride take a hit. His expression darkened.

"Anthony Jones, you and Freya are already divorced. I’d advise you to give up any delusions of reconciliation!" He sneered, his voice dripping with condescension. "Did you hear that I could help Freya and the Mitchells secure a contract with Horizon Group, and now you’re here to cause trouble?"

"Heh…" Isaiah let out a derisive chuckle. "Well, let me tell you something—you can forget about it! The project director of Horizon Group is a close friend of mine. You stand no chance!"

His arrogance was palpable.

To him, Anthony was nothing more than a lowly ex-convict—a man who had no right to even dream of associating with Horizon Group.

Beside him, Freya’s expression gradually calmed. She looked at Anthony and said, "Anthony, this isn’t a place for you. You should leave."

Deep down, she was worried. If Horizon Group’s people found out about her past with Anthony, it would tarnish the Mitchell Family’s reputation.

Anthony’s lips curled into a smirk, his gaze turning icy.

"That’s amusing. If this isn’t a place for me, then no one here has any right to be."

Freya’s brows knitted together. "Anthony, please don’t make a scene. I know you must’ve overheard Giselle and followed me here, but you need to wake up. This is Horizon Group—a world you can’t even touch. There’s no need for you to embarrass yourself here over me. Why not part on good terms and leave behind some decent memories?"

Her words sent a sharp pain through Anthony’s heart.

So this was how lowly she saw him now.

Isaiah burst into laughter.

"Anthony, you’re nothing more than a pathetic clown! Get lost already! This isn’t a place for some criminal nobody like you."

Anthony’s brow furrowed slightly, his expression turning frigid.

But he still ignored Isaiah.

Instead, he looked straight at Freya and, in a measured voice, declared:

"Freya Mitchell, listen carefully—I didn’t come here for you."

"Horizon Group belongs to me. I am the boss here."

"What?!"

Isaiah’s jaw dropped in shock.

Then, as if he had just heard the most ridiculous thing in the world, he burst into laughter.

"Anthony, have you lost your damn mind? Did three years in prison fry your brain? Or did getting dumped hit you so hard that you started hallucinating?"

Freya’s brows furrowed slightly. "Anthony… if you’ve been mentally affected by all this, I can arrange for a doctor to check on you. But please, leave this place now."

The Anthony Jones she had known three years ago wasn’t like this.

So, she truly believed Isaiah’s words—that Anthony was mentally unstable after everything he had gone through.

Anthony, however, merely replied in a cold voice, "Miss Mitchell, whether you believe me or not no longer matters. Soon enough, you’ll see a very different me."

Isaiah laughed so hard that he clutched his stomach.

"This is hilarious! Do you seriously think you can pretend to be Horizon Group’s owner?"

He scoffed. He knew that Horizon Group’s CEO was a woman—Caroline Hill.

"Anthony, that’s enough!"

Freya’s expression darkened. She looked at him as if she no longer recognized the man before her.

Anthony let out a low chuckle, then glanced at Isaiah with a faint smirk.

"Miss Mitchell, your new man doesn’t seem all that impressive either. His bedroom performance is already failing—I’d suggest you find someone else while you’re still young. Otherwise, you might end up with no sex life at all."

"You bastard! What the fuck did you just say?!"

Anthony had hit a nerve.

Isaiah’s expression twisted in rage.

Anthony smirked. "Why are you so worked up? That was just a wild guess… Or did I actually hit the mark?"

Freya was momentarily stunned. It took her a second to process what Anthony had just implied.

Then, slowly, she turned to look at Isaiah Harris.

Isaiah immediately forced a smile, quickly defending himself. "Don’t listen to this lunatic! I’m perfectly healthy!"

Freya frowned, looking back at Anthony.

"Anthony, Mr. Harris and I are just friends—it’s not what you think."

Anthony’s gaze remained indifferent.

"Is that so?" he said flatly. "Whatever relationship you two have is none of my business. You don’t need to explain anything to me."

With that, he turned and walked into Horizon Group’s building, without looking back.

Freya bit her lip as she watched him disappear inside.

His coldness, his indifference—it cut through her like a blade.

She and Isaiah hadn’t confirmed their relationship yet. Nothing had happened between them.

But in the end, it didn’t matter.

A moment later, she forced herself to calm down.

A misunderstanding is just a misunderstanding.

Anthony and I… are from two different worlds now. Our paths will never cross again.

From now on, I will follow the path I have set for myself.

Isaiah, still fuming, muttered, "Freya, divorcing that bastard was the best decision you ever made."

He then turned to her, his voice dripping with false affection.

"From now on, we are family. Whatever you want, I will give you! I’ll be your strongest support!"

As he spoke, he reached for her waist, attempting to pull her close.

But Freya subtly moved aside, smiling slightly.

"Mr. Harris, there are too many people around. Let’s go inside."

Isaiah froze for a moment, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Too many people?

He glanced around.

His expression darkened for a split second before returning to normal.

Freya Mitchell, you better just be playing hard to get.

Because if you keep testing my patience… I might just take what I want.

Horizon Group’s CEO Office

Inside a spacious executive office, Anthony sat comfortably on a luxurious leather sofa.

Standing before him, Caroline Hill—the CEO of Horizon Group—bowed respectfully.

She was breathtaking.

Her delicate, heart-shaped face was adorned with exquisite features—eyes as bright as the stars, lips soft and alluring.

She was, without a doubt, as stunning as Freya Mitchell—if not more so.

Caroline gracefully placed a cup of tea before him.

"Master, please have some tea."

Anthony studied her for a moment, feeling slightly uneasy.

This woman’s beauty was mesmerizing.

And yet, what unsettled him more was the reality of what she had just said.

"Caroline… this massive Horizon Group… is really something that old man left for me?"

Caroline nodded.

"Yes, Master. We have all been waiting for your return—to take your rightful place as Chairman of Horizon Group."

Anthony let out a helpless chuckle.

"That old man… He really left me with a ridiculously oversized gift. I barely know what to do with it."

Chapter 4: Live With Me Anthony turned to Caroline Hill and asked, "By the way, Caroline, has Horizon Group finalized its list of potential collaborators for the Silverhaven City project?"

"Yes, Master! I'll retrieve the documents for you right away," she replied.

Anthony sighed. "Caroline, you don’t need to call me ‘Master.’ Just call me Anthony… or Mr. Jones."

Caroline was momentarily stunned but quickly nodded. "Understood, Mr. Jones."

She walked over to the safe, retrieving a folder before respectfully handing it to him.

Anthony took the documents and began flipping through them.

As expected, Mitchell Family was on the list.

Caroline, noticing his gaze linger on their file, hesitated before speaking.

"Mr. Jones, are you considering working with the Mitchells?"

Having spent a year in Silverhaven City, Caroline was well aware of Anthony’s past with the Mitchell Family.

It was precisely because of this connection that she had discreetly ensured their name made it onto the list.

Anthony glanced at the file, a bitter smile forming on his lips.

Freya Mitchell, you have no idea what you've lost.

Letting out a sigh, he handed the documents back to Caroline.

"Let them compete fairly."

Caroline blinked in surprise. "Mr. Jones, wasn’t Miss Mitchell… your wife?"

Anthony shook his head. "Not anymore. We’re divorced."

With that, he turned toward the expansive floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out at the city.

Caroline hesitated for a moment before wisely choosing not to press further.

After a brief silence, she spoke again.

"Mr. Jones, there's something I believe I should report to you."

"Go ahead."

Caroline hesitated before continuing.

"When the Old Master first approached me, he told me that you bore a blood feud. As part of his final gift to you, he instructed me to investigate the matter thoroughly."

Anthony’s body tensed.

His head snapped toward her.

"What did you find?"

Caroline frowned slightly. "Mr. Jones, please give me three days. I need to verify the final details. Once I confirm everything, you’ll be the first to know."

A terrifying killing intent erupted from Anthony in an instant.

The sheer force of it made Caroline's heart pound in fear.

Powerful.

The Old Master had been right—this man was truly extraordinary.

Anthony’s voice was ice-cold.

"Good. The twenty-four lives of the Jones Family will finally be avenged. No matter who they are—I will tear them apart, limb by limb!"

The air in the office grew suffocating under the weight of his bloodthirsty aura.

After a while, his rage gradually subsided.

He had waited this long—three more days wouldn’t change anything.

Turning back to Caroline, he said, "Thank you for this, Caroline. If you ever manage to find that old man, tell him—I owe him three bows for taking me as his disciple."

Caroline’s lips pressed together before she spoke again.

"Mr. Jones… the Old Master told me that if you ever needed anything, you could ask me for it—anything at all."

Anthony's gaze softened slightly.

"Caroline, just stay by my side and assist me. I am not the same Anthony Jones I was three years ago. I will show the world what true ascension looks like!"

Hearing this, Caroline’s heart swelled with excitement.

"Mr. Jones, I anticipated your return. I've already arranged for five elite bodyguards to be at your disposal. They await your command."

"Good."

Anthony nodded firmly.

Caroline continued, "In three days, Horizon Group will be hosting a grand banquet in Silverhaven City. Every influential figure in the city will be in attendance.

"I believe this would be the perfect opportunity to publicly reveal your identity—to let Silverhaven City know that you are the Chairman of Horizon Group."

Anthony chuckled.

"That sounds a bit excessive, don’t you think? Wouldn’t that be too high-profile?"

Caroline smiled.

"Mr. Jones, you've stayed in the shadows for three years. It’s time to step into the light."

Anthony thought for a moment before nodding.

"Alright. Let’s do it."

Caroline then pulled out a set of keys, holding them out to him.

"Mr. Jones, this is the key to Villa 001 in Crystal Haven. I purchased it for you. I’ve been living there in your absence, but now that you’re back, I’ll move out today."

Anthony suddenly smirked.

"Caroline, there’s no need for that. Just stay and live with me. The villa is too large—I’m not used to living in such an empty space alone."

Caroline’s eyes sparkled with delight. She nodded eagerly, her beautiful eyes curving into crescent moons.

"Alright. I’ll head back first. If you want anything specific for dinner, just let me know—I’ll cook for you."

"…What?"

Caroline was momentarily stunned, but before she could respond, Anthony had already turned and left.

As soon as he was gone, she clenched her small fists, her face glowing with excitement.

Without hesitation, she picked up her phone and made a call.

"Ensure that the banquet in three days is held at the highest possible standard. Announce to the world that Horizon Group’s true Chairman is officially taking the helm. Every high-profile figure in Silverhaven City must be present!"

"And one more thing—all Silverhaven City projects will now require direct approval from the Chairman himself. There’s no need to make special accommodations for the Mitchell Family. Everything will be judged fairly. If anyone tries to manipulate the outcome—fire them and blacklist them permanently!"

"Understood, President Hill!"

After ending the call, she quickly logged into a private elite network, posting a cryptic message.

"Mr. Jones is now divorced. Any interested families—compete at your own discretion. Absolute secrecy is required."

Within seconds, the network exploded with activity.

The Aurelia City Smith Family immediately expressed interest in a potential alliance.

The Lawrence Family followed suit, eager to discuss marriage prospects.

Meanwhile, at Horizon Group’s Offices…

Inside a private lounge, Isaiah Harris lounged on a sofa, puffing on a cigarette, his legs crossed in smug satisfaction.

Seated beside him was a middle-aged man in his thirties, his demeanor exuding authority.

Across from them sat Freya Mitchell, her brow slightly furrowed at the overwhelming stench of smoke filling the air.

The man beside Isaiah—Richard Osborne—was openly eyeing her, his gaze lingering on her figure with thinly veiled interest.

Isaiah exhaled a cloud of smoke before speaking.

"Mr. Osborne, let’s finalize this deal. Add the Mitchell Family to the commercial district project. Freya will handle everything—she's more than capable."

Richard Osborne chuckled.

"Of course! The Mitchell Family is one of Silverhaven’s most prominent names, and with the Harris Family backing them, I have no doubts about their competence. We’re old friends—it’s all good business."

As he spoke, his eyes remained locked on Freya, undressing her with his gaze.

She was breathtaking.

A woman like her… could rival even Caroline Hill in beauty.

Chapter 5: The New Chairman’s Order "Freya, this is what real connections look like."

Isaiah Harris exhaled a puff of smoke, wearing a smug expression.

"That country bumpkin Anthony will never be able to compare."

Freya Mitchell felt a slight sense of relief. She made no effort to defend Anthony as Isaiah mocked him.

"Thank you, Mr. Osborne, for giving the Mitchell Family this opportunity!"

Richard Osborne squinted, his gaze lingering on Freya’s exposed legs, his desire surging.

With a smirk, he waved his hand dismissively.

"No need for thanks—we’re all on the same side. If you really want to be grateful, you should thank Mr. Harris instead. I only agreed to this because of him."

Richard Osborne wasn’t blind. He could see that Isaiah Harris was pursuing Freya Mitchell, so he simply pushed all the credit onto Isaiah, making it seem like he had done her a favor.

Freya tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and turned to Isaiah.

"Mr. Harris, thank you."

Isaiah grinned, waving it off.

"Freya, with the relationship between us, who else would I help if not you?"

His words were bold, the implications unmistakable.

Just then, Richard Osborne’s phone rang.

He glanced at the screen, his expression shifting slightly before he stood up.

"Excuse me for a moment."

With that, he strode into the adjoining room.

A few minutes later, he reemerged—his face visibly grim.

Sensing something was wrong, Isaiah frowned.

"Mr. Osborne, what happened?"

Richard Osborne’s brows knitted together as he forced a smile.

"There’s been a change, Mr. Harris. I just received a notification—the head of the Silverhaven City project has been replaced. All bidding companies must reapply and compete fairly. No backdoor dealings will be allowed."

Isaiah’s expression darkened instantly.

Freya’s face paled as she blurted, "Mr. Osborne, what’s going on? Everything was already arranged—why did it suddenly change?"

Richard’s expression was equally displeased.

"To be frank, three days from now, Horizon Group’s Chairman will officially take over. This is his directive. If Miss Mitchell wants to secure this contract, she’ll need to persuade the CEO or the incoming Chairman."

"In fact… your company still has a good chance."

Isaiah clenched his jaw.

"Mr. Osborne, is there really nothing you can do?"

Richard shook his head, his expression one of helplessness.

Freya’s heart sank.

She had staked everything on this partnership with Horizon Group—she valued it more than her own life.

"Is there really… no other way?" she asked through gritted teeth.

Richard sighed. "I suggest you both leave. At such a critical moment, it’s best if we don’t meet again for now."

Realizing they were being dismissed, Isaiah had no choice but to get up.

"Freya, let’s go."

Just as they were about to leave, Richard hesitated before adding,

"Miss Mitchell, this information is confidential, but I can tell you one thing—our Chairman’s last name is Jones."

Jones?

Freya’s mind immediately flashed to Anthony Jones.

That can’t be right…

Shaking off the thought, she followed Isaiah out of Horizon Group’s doors.

Once outside, Isaiah’s face twisted with rage.

"Fuck! Could this be Anthony Jones’ doing? That bastard—does he even have the power to pull this off?"

His eyes narrowed.

"And this Chairman of Horizon Group—what the hell is going on? I’ve never even heard of Horizon Group having a Chairman!"

Now that things had fallen apart, Isaiah needed someone to blame—and Anthony was the perfect target.

Freya hesitated before shaking her head.

"It can’t be him. I know Anthony—he wouldn’t do something like this."

After years of marriage, she understood Anthony’s character.

There was no way he would deliberately sabotage her.

Isaiah scoffed.

"Freya, you're too naive. Do you even know what kind of people he was exposed to in prison? Three years is enough to change a man. Maybe he was kind before, but now? He probably hates your family. A man with nothing left to lose is capable of anything."

Hearing Isaiah’s reasoning, Freya wavered.

Three years… is enough to change a person.

Could he really be seeking revenge because of their divorce?

She looked at Isaiah.

"What should I do now?"

She had sacrificed everything for this deal with Horizon Group—including her marriage to Anthony.

But now, everything was crumbling.

Isaiah took a deep breath.

"My father has some close connections inside Horizon Group. Let’s go back—I’ll figure something out."

Freya nodded.

Right now, that was their only option.

Back home, Freya locked herself in her room, hesitating for a long time before finally dialing Anthony’s number.

She needed to know—was he behind this?

The call connected quickly.

"Miss Mitchell, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Anthony’s voice carried a hint of amusement.

Freya took a deep breath.

"Anthony, tell me the truth—why did you go to Horizon Group today?"

The moment the words left her lips, an inexplicable surge of resentment rose within her.

Was it really him?

Otherwise, why would he have been there?

Anthony had never been involved in business affairs, and he had only just been released from prison.

He had no connection to Horizon Group.

So why had he shown up there today?

Her mind quickly painted the worst-case scenario.

He must have gone there to ruin her deal—to destroy her chances of working with Horizon Group.

Her initial guilt toward Anthony twisted into anger.

She had thought she owed him something.

But now?

She hated him for this.

At that moment, Anthony had just arrived at the gates of Crystal Haven.

Freya’s voice suddenly sharpened through the phone.

"Anthony, you’ve truly disappointed me… It seems divorcing you was the right decision!"

Anthony’s expression darkened instantly.

"I disappointed you?"

His voice turned icy.

"Freya Mitchell, tell me—what have I ever done to wrong you?"

"When I was part of the Mitchell Family, I worked tirelessly, never once complaining!"

"When I took the fall for your worthless brother, spending three years in prison—did I ever blame you?"

"And when I was released, only to be greeted with betrayal and divorce—did I beg you to take me back?"

His voice grew colder with each word.

"Freya Mitchell… if anyone should be disappointed, it’s me."

Chapter 6: A New Job Hearing Anthony's words, Freya Mitchell was momentarily stunned.

But she had made her choice.

If she continued to be involved with Anthony, it would not only affect her but also jeopardize the future of the Mitchell Family.

Throughout history, those who sought greatness had to make sacrifices.

And in her eyes, Anthony was a sacrifice she had to make.

Seeing Freya remain silent, Anthony continued,

"Freya Mitchell, is this how you see me? Being cast aside by you wasn’t enough?"

"Enough!" Freya snapped, her voice tinged with frustration. "Anthony, I don’t want to argue with you anymore.

"I only called to tell you this—no one can stop me from securing a partnership with Horizon Group.

"I will win that contract, no matter what."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Anthony chuckled.

"Well then, I won’t argue with you either. I sincerely hope you succeed on your own merits and won’t come begging me later."

With that, he ended the call.

Freya stared at her phone, her face twisted in anger.

Clenching her fists, she slammed them onto the desk, gritting her teeth.

"Anthony, you bastard! I hate you! I hate you!"

Outside her room, Kimberly Lane had overheard everything.

Her face turned red with fury.

"That ungrateful bastard!" she fumed. "How dare he upset Freya like this? I swear, I’ll kill him!"

Still seething, she stormed off to find her son, Preston Mitchell.

When she relayed what had happened, Preston exploded with rage.

"That piece of shit!" he cursed. "How dare he upset my sister?"

"Mom, don’t worry. I’ll break his damn legs!"

Kimberly nodded approvingly.

"Just don’t let Freya find out. She acts tough, but deep down, she’s sentimental."

"Got it!"

Preston’s eyes gleamed with malice as he clenched his fists.

Crystal Haven – The Most Prestigious Estate in Silverhaven City

Meanwhile, Anthony arrived at Crystal Haven—the most prestigious villa district in Silverhaven City.

An oasis of tranquility amid the bustling metropolis, it was a place reserved for the city's elite.

Just as he stepped forward, a military-plated SUV suddenly pulled up beside him.

The window rolled down, revealing an elegant yet sharp-featured woman.

"Anthony…"

Her voice was familiar.

Anthony turned and raised an eyebrow.

Joanna Kennedy?

She was the heiress of the Kennedy Family, a powerful military lineage.

More importantly, she had been Freya’s best friend since their university days.

Her brows furrowed slightly.

"Anthony, didn’t you and Freya divorce? What are you doing here?"

Anthony smirked.

"That’s right. I’m divorced. No place to go. Came here to find a job."

Joanna nodded.

"Good. You and Freya were never a match anyway. Your status was never worthy of her."

Anthony chuckled.

"Of course."

Joanna glanced at him and said,

"Anthony, there’s no work for you in Crystal Haven. Try your luck elsewhere—this isn’t the place for someone like you.

"But since you and Freya were once married, I can help you find a way out—at least so you won’t starve."

Anthony merely cast her a glance before turning away.

Seeing this, Joanna’s expression darkened.

"Stop right there!"

She jumped out of the car, anger flaring in her eyes.

"Anthony, who the hell do you think you are? Did you not hear me? Let me tell you something—you’re nothing without Freya!"

Anthony found her arrogance irritating.

His voice turned cold.

"Miss Kennedy, go about your business. You and I are not from the same world.

"Someone like you shouldn’t waste time talking to someone beneath you."

With that, he strode into Crystal Haven without a second glance.

"Fuck! Bastard!"

Joanna trembled with rage.

She immediately dialed Freya Mitchell.

The call connected swiftly.

"Freya! Anthony is a complete bastard! He doesn’t even know how to appreciate kindness!"

Freya blinked in confusion.

"Joanna? What happened?"

Joanna launched into a furious recount of her encounter with Anthony.

Freya was momentarily stunned.

Why was Anthony at Crystal Haven?

She couldn’t understand it.

But she didn’t dwell on it for long. Instead, she comforted Joanna and invited her over.

Mitchell Family Residence

Half an hour later, Joanna sat across from Freya, her brows furrowed.

"Freya, is there anything I can do to help? I have connections. If I can help, I will."

Freya pondered for a moment before speaking.

"Joanna, can you help me find out where Horizon Group’s Chairman lives?"

Joanna nodded.

"I’ll send out an inquiry right now. We’ll find him."

"Thank you so much, Joanna!"

A smile finally broke across Freya’s face.

Joanna was one of the few people who could still make her smile.

An hour later, Joanna left the Mitchell Family estate.

As she drove, her phone buzzed with an incoming message.

The message was short and to the point:

"Last name: Jones. Residence: Crystal Haven."

Joanna’s hands froze on the steering wheel.

Jones?

Crystal Haven?

Her expression stiffened.

She lived in Crystal Haven.

And the people who resided there were all powerful and influential figures.

She had never interacted much with her neighbors.

But to think that Horizon Group’s Chairman… was her neighbor?

What a twist of fate.

Without hesitation, she dialed the number that had sent her the message.

The call connected, but the response was cold and firm.

"Apologies, Miss Kennedy. Further information is classified."

Joanna was stunned.

Then, slowly, the corners of her lips curled into a mischievous smile.

"Interesting… I refuse to believe I, Joanna Kennedy, can’t uncover your identity."

With that, she sped up, heading straight for Crystal Haven.

Crystal Haven – Villa 001

Inside the grand villa, Anthony stood in the spacious living room.

Before him, five men knelt respectfully.

They were the five elite warriors that Caroline Hill had assigned to him.

Anthony chuckled.

"Please, there’s no need for such formalities. Stand up and introduce yourselves."

"I pledge my allegiance, Master—I am Heracles!"

"I am Achilles!"

"I am Perseus!"

"Master, I am Odysseus!"

"And I am Theseus!"

One after another, the five men declared their names with unwavering resolve.

"Excellent! Absolutely marvelous!"

Anthony's face lit up with excitement. "From now on, you will follow my command."

Chapter 7: How Could It Be You? "Yes, Master!"

Their voices rang in unison.

For some time, they had been hiding within the depths of Silverhaven City. Half an hour ago, they had received orders from Caroline Hill to await their master's arrival at Villa One.

Anthony nodded in satisfaction. "From now on, you will live here in Crystal Haven. I enjoy having company—I don't care for solitude."

"As you wish, Master!"

The five warriors responded in chorus.

Then, Anthony continued, "One of you should stay behind while the other four go out and get some food. Tonight, once Caroline gets off work, let's have a proper celebration."

"Understood!"

They responded with robotic precision, answering only as prompted.

Anthony chuckled. "No need to be so stiff—I’m easygoing. There’s no need for formalities."

Hearing this, Theseus immediately spoke up, "See? I told you our master would be a good man. Let’s not be so uptight! Our only duty is to serve him well and follow him to the very end!"

Heracles' expression darkened slightly. "Theseus, watch your words. A master is a master—we must always maintain the proper hierarchy."

Anthony sighed with a wry smile. "Enough. Theseus is right. When you’re with me, there’s no need for such rigidity. As long as you follow my lead, we are brothers!"

He clapped his hands together. "Now, hurry up and get things ready! I just got out of prison—you wouldn’t leave me without a proper homecoming, would you?"

At those words, Achilles suddenly spoke up. "Master, we are truly delighted at your release. Tonight, we will ensure you have the best company. Would you like me to arrange for some women to accompany you?"

"Pfft!"

Anthony nearly choked on his tea, spraying it out in surprise.

He coughed, quickly waving his hands. "No, no, that won’t be necessary!"

Without further protest, Heracles, Achilles, Perseus, and Odysseus were promptly sent out on their errand, leaving only Theseus behind. Compared to the others, Theseus had a more honest and steady demeanor, making Anthony feel more at ease with him nearby.

---

Meanwhile, Joanna Kennedy had just returned to Crystal Haven.

The estate was vast, with towering walls separating each villa, ensuring utmost privacy.

Soon, Joanna Kennedy arrived at the peak of Crystal Haven, where Villa One stood.

The mansion was unparalleled in both grandeur and scale, a masterpiece of luxury. She had heard whispers that this villa had been built for the estate's owner but had remained unoccupied—until today.

To her surprise, a sleek black Hummer was parked just outside the entrance. Even more curious, the front doors were slightly ajar.

Intrigued, Joanna Kennedy hesitated only for a moment before pushing the door open and stepping inside.

The moment she crossed the threshold, Theseus, inside the villa, immediately sensed her presence.

"Stay calm," Anthony murmured.

He, too, had already detected someone approaching.

Theseus obediently sat back down.

Anthony rose and strode toward the entrance, with Theseus following closely behind.

At the villa’s doorstep, Joanna Kennedy’s breath quickened.

Rumors whispered that a powerful figure resided here. Could it be the chairman of Horizon Group?

It wouldn’t have surprised her. After all, only someone of that stature could have developed a high-end estate like Crystal Haven.

She lifted her hand, about to press the doorbell—

But before she could, the heavy front doors slowly swung open.

Standing before her was Anthony.

Her eyes widened in shock. "Anthony… What are you doing here?"

Anthony arched a brow at the sight of her but maintained his usual easy smile. "Well, well… what a coincidence, Miss Kennedy. We meet again."

"No, seriously—what are you doing here?"

Joanna Kennedy was utterly dumbfounded.

This was Villa One of Crystal Haven! A property worth no less than $500 million!

How could a man who had just been released from prison possibly be standing here?

Then, a thought struck her—Anthony had mentioned earlier that he was looking for work.

So that was it!

Anthony chuckled. "If I told you I lived here, you wouldn’t believe me, would you? So… let's just say I work here."

Of course.

Joanna Kennedy’s lips curled into a cold smirk. "Obviously. There’s no way you could afford to live here. This villa alone is worth at least $500 million. Do you even have $1 million to your name? But I must admit… you sure know how to find a job."

Anthony’s smile didn’t waver. "Half a billion dollars… quite a sum. But tell me, what makes you so sure I couldn’t afford it? Because I’m Anthony? Because I’ve been in prison? Because I was once the Mitchell family’s worthless son-in-law?"

"Exactly." Joanna Kennedy’s tone was icy as she stared him down.

At that moment, her gaze shifted past Anthony to Theseus.

Ignoring Anthony entirely, her expression softened into one of delight.

With a courteous smile, she asked, "Excuse me, are you the owner of Villa One? Is your last name Jones?"

Theseus glanced at Anthony, unsure how to respond. Since Anthony remained silent, he replied on his own, "Miss, asking for someone's surname the moment you meet them… isn’t that a bit impolite?"

Joanna Kennedy quickly adjusted her demeanor, offering a demure smile. "Oh! My apologies. I am Joanna Kennedy, the eldest daughter of the Kennedy family. I also live in Crystal Haven—we’re neighbors."

"Miss Kennedy, pleasure to meet you. Is there something I can help you with?" Theseus asked.

Joanna Kennedy's smile brightened. "You must be the chairman of Horizon Group, correct? You’re incredibly handsome and so young! Actually, I’m here on behalf of a dear friend. She hopes to collaborate with Horizon Group…"

Theseus blinked in surprise.

Business negotiations? That was far beyond his expertise.

He hesitated, falling into an awkward silence.

Before he could respond, Anthony smirked. "What’s wrong? The Mitchell family isn’t confident in their capabilities? They don’t have the strength to compete fairly, so they resort to pleading?"

"Shut up!" Joanna Kennedy snapped, glaring at him. "No one asked for your opinion!"

Anthony shrugged, unconcerned. "Alright, alright. I’ll leave you to it."

With that, he turned and strolled back into the villa.

Theseus, however, now fully grasping Anthony’s unspoken message, turned to Joanna Kennedy and said, "Miss Kennedy, I suggest you return. Only through fair competition can we ensure we choose the most worthy partner."

Chapter 8: The Pathetic Gift After finishing his sentence, Theseus realized this was beyond his ability to handle, so he simply shut the door.

Standing outside, Joanna Kennedy bit her lip in frustration. She was unwilling to give up so easily, but she couldn't force the chairman of Horizon Group to comply.

Inside the villa, Anthony dialed Caroline Hill’s number.

"Caroline," he said calmly, "I’ve divorced Freya Mitchell. However, I still want the project competition to be conducted fairly. That said… keep an eye on the Mitchell family. Let’s see if they truly have the strength to compete."

With that, he hung up without waiting for a reply.

On the other end of the line, Caroline Hill furrowed her brows slightly, contemplating the implications of Anthony’s words.

Was the chairman suggesting she extend some favor to the Mitchell family? Did this mean he still harbored feelings for Freya Mitchell?

The thought made Caroline hesitant for only a moment before she gave the order—her subordinates were to conduct a thorough investigation into the Mitchell family’s capabilities. Furthermore, she personally instructed that they be invited to the grand banquet in three days.

Inside the villa, Anthony sat with his phone in hand, lost in thought.

After a long silence, he exhaled deeply.

Freya Mitchell... this will be the last time I help you. Whether or not your family can seize this opportunity—that’s up to your own strength.

---

Meanwhile, upon returning home, Joanna Kennedy immediately called Freya Mitchell.

She recounted her encounter at Villa One in Crystal Haven, mentioning that she had found the chairman of Horizon Group—and that Anthony had been there as well.

Hearing this, Freya Mitchell froze. "Anthony was there?"

Joanna Kennedy scoffed, "That guy was just looking for work. Who knows what kind of dumb luck he stumbled upon to end up at Villa One? He’s probably just doing janitorial work there."

"Janitorial work?"

Freya Mitchell frowned deeply.

Hadn't she given Anthony $10 million? How could he have fallen so low that he needed to clean houses for a living?

And not just any house—he was working at the chairman of Horizon Group’s villa.

Could it be… he was still trying to help her?

The thought unsettled her.

"Joanna, I want to go to Villa One," Freya Mitchell said.

Joanna Kennedy quickly interjected, "Not tonight, Freya. I already spoke to the chairman, but he was firm in his stance. We won’t be able to persuade him so easily. But don’t worry—now that we know who he is, we still have a chance to negotiate."

Freya Mitchell considered this and gradually calmed down.

After hanging up, she hesitated for a moment before dialing Anthony’s number.

At Crystal Haven’s Villa One, Anthony’s phone suddenly rang. Seeing the caller ID, his brows furrowed slightly before he pressed to answer.

"Miss Mitchell, what do you need?"

His voice was cold, devoid of any emotion.

Freya Mitchell’s tone was equally icy. "Come to the house tonight. Grandpa wants to see you."

At her words, Anthony fell silent.

Back when he was part of the Mitchell family, old Mr. Mitchell was the only one who truly treated him as family. The old man had always defended him, even when the rest of the family looked down on him.

By all rights, Anthony should have visited him the moment he was released from prison. But after the divorce, he had lost the desire to face the Mitchell family.

Taking a deep breath, he finally said, "I understand. I’ll be there tonight."

"Good," Freya replied coldly. "Grandpa doesn’t know about our divorce yet. When you’re here, watch what you say. Now isn’t the time to tell him—don’t make him worry."

"I know."

With that, Anthony ended the call.

This would be his final visit to the Mitchell family. Tonight, he would bid farewell to the old man.

Turning to Theseus, he asked, "Is there anything in this villa that would make for a decent gift? I need to bring something."

Theseus blinked, then suddenly nodded. "Actually, there is!"

He gestured around the villa. "Master, all these antique vases were gifted to Miss Hill by wealthy collectors in Silverhaven City. Each piece is worth millions. Would that standard suffice?"

Anthony glanced around at the various ceramics, searching carefully before settling on an aged yet well-preserved tea set.

He remembered—Grandpa loved tea.

Back when he was in the Mitchell family, he hadn't had the money to give him a proper gift.

Tonight, at least, he wouldn’t go empty-handed.

Theseus grinned. "Master, that tea set is no ordinary item. It once belonged to a king centuries ago. It surfaced at a Silverhaven City auction last year, and Miss Hill bought it for $50 million to furnish the villa for you."

"$50 million?"

Anthony was taken aback.

But upon closer inspection, he had to admit—the craftsmanship was exquisite.

---

As night fell, Anthony drove to the Mitchell family estate.

From a distance, he spotted Freya Mitchell standing at the entrance.

For a moment, he thought she was waiting for him.

But then—

A sleek Ferrari roared past his car and pulled up at the front gate.

Isaiah Harris stepped out, his movements brisk and confident.

The moment Freya saw him, a soft smile appeared on her lips as she walked forward to greet him.

Anthony’s expression darkened. He hadn’t expected Isaiah Harris to be invited to the Mitchell family dinner.

Parking his car, Anthony stepped out, just in time to meet Isaiah Harris’s gaze.

"Anthony?" Isaiah frowned. He, too, was carrying a gift box. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Before Anthony could respond, Freya quickly interjected, "Mr. Harris, I invited him."

Isaiah’s eyes narrowed as he scrutinized Anthony.

Then his gaze flickered to the box in Anthony’s hands.

A smirk curled on his lips. "You actually brought a gift? Anthony, do yourself a favor and leave it in the car. No need to embarrass yourself inside."

Anthony sneered. "Idiot."

"What the fuck did you just say?!"

Isaiah’s face twisted in rage as he lunged forward, ready to strike.

How dare this lowlife insult him? Was he tired of living?

Before he could reach Anthony, Freya shot him a warning glare and grabbed his arm. "Mr. Harris, don’t be hasty. Please, go inside first—I need to have a word with him."

Isaiah pointed a furious finger at Anthony. "You piece of shit, just you wait!"

Spitting on the ground in contempt, he stormed into the Mitchell estate.

Once Isaiah was gone, Anthony turned to Freya, his tone indifferent. "Miss Mitchell, is there anything else you need to instruct me on?"

Freya met his gaze and said coldly, "Tonight, you’re not the guest of honor. Don’t give that pathetic gift to Grandpa. Just eat and leave."

Chapter 9: I Know Your Abilities Best Hearing this, Anthony took a deep breath and said to Freya Mitchell, "I will give Grandpa this gift. I never had the money to buy him anything before, but now that I do, I want to give him something worthy. This is my final gift to him—my way of thanking him for the years he took care of me."

Freya scoffed, her tone laced with mockery. "Money? The money you have now is the money I gave you! Anthony… saying something like that, don’t you feel even a little ashamed?"

Anthony shook his head, clearly exasperated. "Oh? And you’re certain I used the money you gave me? Funny, because I nearly forgot about it myself. But since you brought it up, let me make this clear—I haven’t touched a single cent of it."

With that, he pulled out the bank card and villa keys Giselle had given him earlier and tossed them onto the ground without even sparing them a glance.

Freya’s expression darkened instantly.

She frowned. "Anthony… don't you think you're being childish?"

The air between them grew thick with tension.

Anthony’s voice was calm as he spoke. "I have never taken advantage of anyone. When I was in the Mitchell family, I did everything you all asked of me. Three years of marriage, followed by three years in prison… that alone should be enough to repay my debt to you."

At his words, Freya felt something stir deep within her, memories threatening to resurface.

But she quickly pushed them aside.

Crossing her arms, she said flatly, "Joanna told me you’re working as a janitor in Crystal Haven now."

She let out a short laugh. "Anthony, you really are something else. You’d rather clean houses than accept the money and villa I gave you. You’re such a strange man."

Anthony chuckled softly. "I told you, I don’t accept handouts. Everything I want, I’ll earn myself—I don’t need to beg for it."

"Enough," Freya waved a hand dismissively. "I don’t have time to listen to this nonsense. If you think the money I gave you wasn’t enough, I can add more. But if you refuse it now, then you won’t get another chance."

Anthony shook his head, his gaze unwavering as he looked at her. "Freya Mitchell, I never worked as a janitor. But even if I had, that would’ve been my choice. And as for your money—I won’t take it."

"I entered the Mitchell family to repay a debt," he continued. "You saved my life once, gave me a meal when I had nothing. I spent six years repaying that kindness…"

With that, he turned and walked into the villa, carrying the gift, leaving Freya standing there in stunned silence.

---

Inside the banquet hall, the room was already filled with guests.

Isaiah Harris sat among the Mitchell family members, basking in their endless flattery.

"Mr. Harris, we’re absolutely honored to have you here tonight!"

"That’s right! Mr. Harris, you’re such a refined gentleman—truly the epitome of a perfect man!"

"If Freya could marry Mr. Harris, it would be the greatest blessing for our entire family!"

The Mitchells' relentless praise made Isaiah feel immensely pleased with himself. With a smug smile, he said, "If the Mitchell family ever needs my assistance, I’d be more than happy to help."

"Hahaha! Excellent, excellent!"

George Mitchell nodded enthusiastically.

At that moment, Kimberly Lane spotted Anthony entering the hall and immediately called out, "Anthony, what are you doing here?"

Preston Mitchell sneered, narrowing his eyes. "Well, well, look who it is—our ex-convict former brother-in-law. The moment you walked in, I swear, the whole atmosphere just turned rotten."

Anthony met their taunts with an indifferent gaze, saying nothing.

Just then, Freya walked in behind him and said, "Enough. Grandpa invited him. Just let him eat and leave."

Turning to Anthony, she added, "Don’t just stand there—find a seat."

The entire Mitchell family agreed that divorcing Anthony had been the best decision Freya could have made.

When compared to Isaiah Harris, Anthony was nothing more than a speck of dust—insignificant, powerless, worthless. He was a man who had nothing and amounted to nothing. How could someone like him ever be worthy of Freya?

Before long, old Mr. Mitchell was helped into the banquet hall by a few family members.

Upon spotting Anthony, the elderly man’s eyes widened with emotion.

"Anthony… you… you’ve come back."

His voice trembled with excitement.

Anthony immediately stood and walked toward him, his own emotions stirring. His eyes reddened as he grasped the old man’s hand.

"Grandpa… I’m back. How has your health been these past few years?"

"Good! Very good!"

Old Mr. Mitchell held onto Anthony’s hands tightly, nodding with relief. "Anthony, I’m so glad you’ve returned! These years must have been hard on you. I… I feel truly sorry for everything you’ve endured."

Anthony smiled gently, helping the old man to his seat. "Grandpa, you have nothing to apologize for. You are the last person who should feel sorry."

"Anthony, you’re still as thoughtful as ever."

The old man patted Anthony’s face affectionately, his expression filled with warmth and kindness.

Preston Mitchell, watching from the side, scoffed in disdain. "What a bootlicker."

He couldn’t understand it—why did Grandpa treat Anthony as if he were his own grandson?

Before long, the family banquet officially began.

Halfway through the meal, George Mitchell turned to Freya and asked, "Freya… how is the negotiation with Horizon Group going? Have their executives shown any willingness to cooperate?"

The entire Mitchell family fell silent, all eyes turning to Freya, their attention fixed on her response.

This was their greatest concern at the moment.

Freya hesitated for a moment before replying, "Don’t worry. We’re making progress. Joanna has already met with Horizon Group’s chairman, and negotiations are underway. I believe we’ll have good news soon."

"Really?"

Just as she finished speaking, Anthony suddenly interjected, "From what I recall, that woman was thrown out by Horizon Group’s chairman. Where exactly is this so-called negotiation taking place?"

He leaned back slightly, his tone casual yet piercing. "But… if you’re really desperate for that project, I could help you."

The entire banquet hall fell into an eerie silence.

Kimberly Lane frowned deeply, her voice cold as she said, "Anthony Jones, I know exactly what you're capable of. What makes you think you could help us? What a ridiculous and idiotic claim!"

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The sun blazed over Silverhaven City as I stepped out of Abyssal Bastion, a free man after three years. My clothes were crisp, my posture unbroken, but the world had moved on without me. Then I saw her—the woman who saved my life, now holding divorce papers like a verdict. "I'm sorry, Anthony. Let's divorce." Her voice was calm, rehearsed. No embrace. No tears. Just a bank card with ten million and a villa deed. Compensation for my sacrifice. As she turned away, her assistant sneered, "Know your place, criminal." I smiled. They had no idea who I really was. Horizon Group wasn’t just investing in Silverhaven—they were waiting for me. And the man she planned to marry? He’d soon learn what it meant to stand beside a queen while kneeling before a king.

I pulled out my phone and dialed the number the old man gave me. A woman answered instantly: "Master, is it really you? We’ve been waiting."