Mika Summers’s words only deepened the darkness in Silas Kent’s eyes. When he looked at Second Master Joyce, he wanted nothing more than to chop him to pieces.

He strode over to Aria Joyce and sneered, "The Joyce Family? A crime family? Four generations of ancestors—oh, counting yours, that makes five—all involved in organized crime? But Miss Joyce, there’s always a bigger fish. Don’t get the idea that your family can run the world." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"Who are you?" It was true that the Joyce Family was a crime family, but no one had ever dared to say it to their faces like this.

This man suddenly put Aria Joyce on high alert.

"Miss Joyce, why don’t you make a call? Ask your father if he recognizes the name of the Kent Family’s patriarch, Arthur Kent. I am the family’s next head, Silas Kent."

Aria Joyce stared at the man before her in shock.

’The patriarch of the Kent Family? Arthur Kent? She’d never heard of Silas Kent, but she had heard of Arthur Kent. They were just like the Joyce Family.’

’It was just that they had dropped off the radar many years ago.’

’So, this woman was being protected by the next patriarch of the Kent Family?!’

Second Master Joyce, on the other hand, clearly didn’t understand the implications of Silas Kent’s words. He continued to complain, "Aria, stop wasting your breath on them. The Joyce Family isn’t afraid of some Kent Family."

"Second Uncle, shut your mouth!"

"Aria, what kind of attitude is that? I’m your uncle! Getting beaten today is an insult to the entire Joyce Family, and you..."

However, before Second Master Joyce could finish, Aria Joyce cut him off with a cold shout. "Shut up!"

Before Second Master Joyce could even react, Aria Joyce had already turned to his two lackeys. "You two, what are you waiting for? Get him to the hospital!"

"Yes."

Seeing how furious Aria Joyce was, Second Master Joyce could only swallow his own anger. After all, he had no status in the family, and his words carried no authority.

...

After watching her uncle leave, Aria Joyce’s gaze shifted to Tristan Grayson. Seeing him still shielding Mika Summers with a tense expression, she gave a scornful laugh and walked away.

’Going against me and making me his enemy... for a woman like *that*?’

She’d had a crush on Tristan Grayson since her college years. It was the first time she had ever fallen for an on-screen idol, but her high social standing wouldn’t permit her to chase after a celebrity. So, she buried those feelings deep down.

That was until three years ago, when the Grayson and Joyce families began a business collaboration. They started to get to know each other, and her crush intensified.

But it seemed her love was destined to be for nothing...

Seeing Aria Joyce leave, Silas Kent shot Tristan Grayson an angry look. "Can you let go of her now?"

His words snapped Mika Summers back to her senses. Only then did she realize Tristan Grayson was still holding her, and she quickly pushed him away.

Tristan Grayson gave a bitter smile and said in a low voice, "Let’s go home."

At the mention of going home, Mika Summers suddenly remembered something. "What about Kiki?" ’She was here, and so was Tristan Grayson... so where was Kiki?’

The mere thought of Kiki being home alone was enough to make her furious.

"He’s at home," Tristan Grayson answered in a low voice, his brow furrowed.

"It’s the middle of the night! What are you doing out here instead of staying home with him!" Mika Summers fumed, then spun around and said urgently to Silas Kent, "Silas, I caused you a lot of trouble today, but I have to ask for one more favor. Please make sure my sister-in-law gets home safe." As she spoke, she pulled Eleanor Bishop forward.

When Silas Kent saw Eleanor Bishop, his brow furrowed in displeasure. "Fine," he answered coldly.

Seeing that Silas had agreed, Mika Summers gave Eleanor Bishop an apologetic look. "Sister-in-law, I don’t think you’ll be able to work here anymore. But don’t worry, he’ll take care of finding you a job. He has plenty of openings."

Listening to Mika Summers, Silas Kent’s mouth twitched. ’He wanted to tell her he didn’t have any openings. Not a single one.’

But by then, Mika Summers was already dragging Tristan Grayson away...