At that moment, over in Blumedale, Kenny was on the verge of exploding. "That little bastard! If I don't skin him alive, I don't deserve my last name!"

Inside the villa on his private lake estate, Kenny was so enraged that he grabbed a crystal tea set from the table and smashed it into a thousand pieces.

The housekeepers nearby trembled in fear, their heads lowered, barely daring to breathe. That tea set was not just any tea set—it was a gift from the Golding family, worth millions of dollars.

Yet, he had shattered it without a second thought. That was how furious he was.

A low, chilling laugh suddenly echoed through the room. "Well, well, Mr. Rhodes. Quite the temper you have there. Why don't you let me take care of this problem for you?"

A tall man in black stepped into the villa. He had a single eye, the other covered by a dark leather eyepatch.

His remaining eye was sharp and predatory, piercing like a hawk's, making it impossible to meet his gaze without feeling a deep