Inside one of the city's tallest hotels, known for its absolute luxury, hosted the most precious annual event, reserved for the city's elite, where wealthy tycoons and influential guests gathered beneath crystal chandeliers.

In the meantime, a group of four people arrived.

They walked slowly along the red carpet, carrying an aura that didn't seek attention yet still drew everyone's gaze.

The Adonis family.

Leading the group was the family's first lady, Adonis Carla, accompanied by her husband, Victor. Also, there was the first young master, Noah, the heir who will take control of the entire family's inheritance, and the youngest young master, Lior.

The waiters escorted them smoothly to their seats, which had been arranged perfectly. However, Mrs. Adonis didn't sit for long. She got up and moved in the direction of the jewelry exhibition area.

Soft white lighting illuminated the crystal glass displays, causing the rare jewels inside to glimmer with an almost unreal brilliance, catching her full satisfaction.

Suddenly, a man in a black suit passed behind her in a swift movement, almost unnoticeable. Yet the words he left behind were enough to shift her expression instantly.

"Wolf in sheep's clothing."

She spun speedily, eyes narrowing, but the man had already disappeared into a section where no guests seemed to enter.

Without hesitation, she followed him, anger igniting in her chest and spreading outward.

Weirdly, the further she went, the quieter everything became.

"Come out," she called. "Don't test my patience."

"..." Silence swallowed.

Unexpectedly, a presence appeared behind her.

Before she could react, her heel slipped on the marble floor. Her balance broke, but before she began to fall, a strong hand caught her waist and pulled her back.

"Don't touch me, you bastard! Do you know who I am?" She shoved him away.

"I know." His eyes flicked over her briefly before returning to her face. "You're a wolf in sheep's clothing."

"Watch your words!" Her voice dropped into a warning tone, eyes stared on the nameplate pinned to his jacket. "You think being handsome makes you untouchable...Vaelic?"

"So, what? You will punish me in bed?(⁠๑⁠¯⁠◡⁠¯⁠๑⁠)" The corner of his lips lifted into a smirk.

"I don't need to waste my energy. Maybe just one word from me, and you could disappear from this world."

"Besides using your husband's power to threaten others...what else can you actually do?" His voice lowered.

"You!" Her hand clenched, nails dug into her palm. The confidence on her face cracked, replaced by fury she couldn't fully hide.

"Go on, I'm curious." Vaelic leaned slightly closer, just enough to invade her space again.

At that moment, two of Carla's bodyguards rushed forward, pushing him back and surrounding him at once, like trained hunters closing in on a target.

"I don't want to fight," he said lazily, giving an eye-roll as he folded his arms. "Can you just move away?"

"Go teach him a lesson." Carla murmured.

Without delay, one guard reached for his collar while the other drove a punch straight toward his face.

Vaelic tilted his head slightly to let the punch miss by an inch. At the same time, he caught the first guard's wrist mid-grab, and used the man's own weight to spin him straight into his partner, causing the two of them to crash into each other, stumbling sideways,

From the shadows behind, four more guards emerged. Now all six of them spread into a wide circle around Vaelic, cutting off every exit.

Surprisingly, the lights went out, making the whole room dropped into darkness. Only the sound of breathing and shoes scraping.

"Ugh...!" A few painful groans echoed one after another.

Just a few minutes later, everything fell into dead silence.

The electric power returned, revealing the aftermath in full clarity.

The bodyguards lay scattered across the floor, unconscious, while Vaelic stood fucking fine at the center like the entire clash had never affected him.

"Am I strong enough to handle your desire, Carla?" His gaze locked steadily onto hers.

Vaelic was about to step closer toward her, but his phone suddenly rang.

In a heartbeat after seeing the caller's name on the screen, his emotions changed entirely.

"What are you looking at?" Carla asked softly. "Answer it. Don't keep people waiting."

He said nothing, just raised the phone to his ear.

"..." His expression remained outwardly calm, but his grip on the phone tightened until his fingers pressed hard against the device. A sharp pressure built inside him, rising like magma.

"Tch! You look like a mad dog right now." She scoffed, eyes filled with cruel amusement. "Next time, know your place. Don't try to challenge people who are already far beyond your reach."

"You're nothing without your psycho husband." After that he removed his jacket that smelled of her perfume and threw it aside in disgust and walked out to deal with the problems at the club.

"!!!😡" Even after he disappeared into the distance, Carla still stood there, gazing at the place where he had gone.

And if she chose revenge, what would she do next?