The Heir's Return

g him sway. His gaze on Javon was clouded with disbelief. "You..

change in his center of gravity that made the air feel heavier. The invisible aura he had forged amongst predators-cold, efficient, and merci

was t

ng for?!" Pablo shrieked, his voice cr

rofessionals whose pride had been shredded, finally moved

art sinking. This is the end for us, she thoug

aten to Death, Compan

she saw next d

lazy. His wrist twisted, intercepting the attacker's fist not with a clash, but with a light

L

he bodyguard didn't even have time to scream before Javon's knee slammed into hi

. Swenger, we can discuss the acquisition again!

smirk. "Too late! Unless you

e side was suddenly lifted into the air. Javon, with one hand, had g

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and glass s

he danc

elevant. It was like trying to catch smoke with a net. Javon didn't fight strength with strength; he flowed around it, a living

to jab two fingers precisely into the nerve cluster under the attacker's armpit. The burl

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s of various competitions, fell like bowling pins. They weren't defeated by brutal blows, but by lethal pre

the Javon she knew from gossip. The spoiled child who only knew how to spend money was gone. What stood i

silent. Only the ragged gasps o

s fixing on Pablo, who was now trembling violently. Step by step, Javo

Pablo's expensive suit, lifting him from the ground as easily as if he were a kitten. "Let

the air thinning in his lungs. "I... I ju

om white to red, then to a shade of blue. His eyes bu

ough her shock. She grabbed Javon's arm. "You just got out! Killing him won't solve anyt

m would be easy. But Serana was right. The death of this useless man would on

s tongue, he released his g

thought, he turned and began to crawl, then scrambled into a limping run, his legs trembling. Th

s car, gasping for breath. Fury replaced his fear. "Useless!

he pulled out his pho

ling. "Javon Forger... he's back. He re

like the grinding of a millstone. "A chick fresh from the cage dares to peck at an

*

ked dull, several of its bulbs dead. The once-vibrant Persian carpet seemed slightly faded. The faint scent of dust and must had r

brewed two cups of Earl Grey tea, its citrus aroma slightly chasing away the chill in the

me tea,

voice rose an octave. "You're too impulsive, Javon! You think everything can be solved with your fists? I have been negotiating, begging, swallowing my p

an is always bullied. A tame horse is always ridden. Show

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eping only three hours a day, just to prop this company up! And now the troublemaker is back to burn down what's left of his own house!" Her breat

d silent, let

rembling. "Our capital chain is about to break at any moment. Once the senior empl

ntly. "How much do we need t

f despair. She looked at Javon as if he w

th, each syllable a nail in the coffin of the