"Get lost," Dominic Mylod growled, his voice carrying the weight of a decree from a throne. He extended his leg in a sharp, disdainful motion, kicking Tim Parle aside as if he were nothing more than a stray dog scavenging for scraps.
The bustling commercial plaza, usually a den of high-end consumerism and whispered corporate secrets, fell into a suffocating silence. Dozens of bystanders—wealthy socialites, rising entrepreneurs, and luxury retail staff—stopped in their tracks, their expressions shifting from curiosity to pure, unadulterated shock. They recognized the man on the ground. This was Mr. Parle, the Managing Director of Elmsford Group, a man whose influence in Duskhaven City was whispered about in the boardrooms of the Bank of Duskhaven.
Who was this stranger? Dressed in clothes
