The creditors who had come to collect their debts were now pale and on edge.

Was that reckless guy still alive in there?

With Horatio's temper and sheer brute strength, he had probably been torn to pieces by now.

A few of the more timid ones could not take it any longer and slipped away quietly. Whatever the Ackermann family owed, they no longer dared to ask for it.

Just then, Abel, the ever-polished CEO of Ackermann Pharmaceutical, finally appeared. He strolled in with a perfectly composed smile, his gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. A sleek designer suit framed him in that carefully curated image of a high-society professional.

The moment he appeared, he smiled apologetically. "Sorry, everyone, I'm late! But rest assured, the Ackermann family will repay what we owe—every last cent."

However, no one answered. The creditors kept their heads down and avoided eye contact, unwilling to challenge the man behind that gentlemanly mask.

Abel was quite pleased with the ef