"Welcome!!! Mr. Brixton Lawrence!!!"

We read till now...

Olivia was forced to marry, Stephan Fuller by her parents and elder sister, but before the ceremony could complete...

The black cammandos, millitary personel and the police officers surrounded the whole wedding hall, terrifying and shocking everyone present in the hall, including the Valentino and the Fuller family.

Now continued...

Even Olivia was utterly terrified seeing so many armed black commandos, the army, and the police surrounding the hall. She felt overwhelmed and was trembling in fear.

But suddenly, all the black commandos aligned themselves in two straight lines at the wedding hall entrance, standing as if they were soldiers preparing to welcome their king.

Then, two black commandos opened the grand entrance doors, and the moment they did, a polished black leather shoe became visible to everyone.

And then, the owner of that shoe stepped inside—a young, incredibly handsome, yet dangerously intimidating man.

His physique was perfect—a muscular, ripped body with eight-pack abs, a towering height of 6 feet 6 inches, and lean, long, toned legs.

He was a brunette American man, with pale skin tone, brown hair, a sharp jawline, a tall, straight nose, and firm, thin pink lips that were enough to make any woman lose her mind. He had a light stubble** on his face, which only added to his dangerously cold and powerful Aura.

But the most terrifying thing about him was his cold, sharp, eagle-like, crystal-clear, light brown eyes—so piercing and intense that one look from him could make anyone tremble and break into a cold sweat.

He was dressed in an all-black business suit, layered with a long black overcoat, and a luxurious Rolex watch adorned his wrist.

Walking behind him was another man of similar age, seemingly his assistant, and surrounding them were a swarm of heavily armed bodyguards, ensuring their safety.

The moment this dangerously handsome and intimidating man entered, all the single women in the hall sighed in admiration, even the married women fixed their gaze on the man, but none dared to approach him.

Meanwhile, the media present desperately wanted to take his pictures, but the police had already forced them to turn off their cameras.

Curiosity filled the room—who was this man?

Then, as soon as he stepped forward, the two lines of black commandos bowed their heads in perfect synchronization, greeting him in one loud, unified voice: "Welcome!!! Mr. Brixton Lawrence!!!"

The moment the guests heard this name, their faces turned pale as if their souls had left their bodies.

A wave of sheer terror spread through the crowd—everyone was in absolute shock.

Even Mr. Fuller, barely able to breathe, whispered the name in disbelief, his voice trembling with fear, "M-Mr... B-Brixton... L-Lawrence... But how is Mr. Lawrence here? He is the world's business king and the most Richest and Powerful Man on this earth... utterly ruthless... And it's said that Mr. Lawrence only ever shows up when someone has offended him... But we haven't done anything to offend him... So why..."

No one had ever seen Brixton Lawrence in person, but rumors painted him as a much older man, a cruel, cold-hearted figure who could ruin lives with just a snap of his fingers, but no one had expected him to be such a young and handsome yet dangerous man.

It was also whispered that Brixton Lawrence never sent others to take revenge—he always handled it himself.

And if Brixton personally appeared somewhere, it meant something serious had happened.

That's why Mr. Fuller was trembling so much—and so was everyone else.

Yet, Brixton remained completely unfazed.

Without responding to the commandos' formal greeting, Brixton simply walked through the lines of soldiers, heading straight for the stage—his cold, expressionless face unreadable.

As he moved through the crowd, a chilling silence filled the once lively wedding hall.

Despite the air-conditioned hall, guests started sweating, their fear making them tremble uncontrollably.

As soon as Brixton stopped near the stage, right in front of Olivia and Mrs. Valentino, Olivia became extremely terrified, while Mrs. Valentino also started sweating profusely.

She had no idea why Brixton had stopped right in front of them, and his cold, overpowering aura sent a chilling sensation down her spine. The cold sweat on her forehead only worsened.

Then, Brixton cast a dangerously sharp glance at Mrs. Valentino, followed by an equally terrifying look at Mr. Valentino and their daughter, Myra, who were standing to the side of the stage.

That single glance was so frightening that the Valentino family's faces turned completely pale.

They began trembling in fear, feeling as if their souls had left their bodies.

The three of them were so terrified that they looked as if they had been drained of blood, completely frozen in horror.

After that, Brixton cast a dangerously cold glare at Mr. and Mrs. Fuller as well. Just like the Valentino family, their faces turned pale, and it felt as if their souls had left their bodies. A chilling sensation ran down their spines, leaving them completely frozen in fear.

When Brixton's gaze finally landed on Stephen, his blood boiled with rage. After all, this was the same man who had been looking at innocent Olivia with such disgusting, lustful eyes.

The very thought of it tightened Brixton's fists in fury, even his knuckles become pale, drained of blood, due to his immense force he used in making his fists, and his eyes burned with an intense fire of rage as he glared at Stephen with overwhelming anger that he will burn alive Stephan to death with just the fire of rage in his eyes.

Meanwhile, Stephen, who had previously ignored Brixton's power and status, was now trembling in fear under his lethal gaze.

Stephen was an arrogant man, always believing that everyone was beneath him.

He was convinced that being the sole heir of California's richest Fuller business family made him superior to all.

Until now, everyone he had encountered had been of lower status, so he had never learned what it meant to bow before true power.

But today, he had finally met someone far greater than him—someone who could crush his arrogance in an instant.

Yet, Stephen's ego still refused to accept reality.

As a spoiled son of a wealthy father, he failed to grasp the true extent of Brixton's power.

And what he was about to do next—in his blind arrogance—could very well cost him his life.

Stephen, who had been intimidated by Brixton for a brief moment, let his arrogance take over. With rage and pride, he snarled at Brixton, "You may be a big businessman... But only at your house… but this is California—MY territory!!! How dare you crash my wedding?! Leave right now… and maybe, just maybe..."

And then, Stephan saw Brixton, as he was a lowly being at his mercy, and continued with his arrogance, "I'll have mercy on you! You have no idea who I am! I am Stephen Fuller, the sole heir of California's richest Fuller family!!!"

This very arrogance of Stephen had ruined the lives of countless girls—violating their dignity, forcing himself on them just to satisfy his lust.

He had also destroyed the careers of many talented young men, all because he believed no one was above him.

But today, he had finally met his match... No!!! not match but someone much more superior to him.

And Brixton was not someone who would let a man like Stephen walk away unpunished.

Hearing Stephen's foolish words, Mr. Fuller broke into a cold sweat, his body trembling in fear, dreading what Brixton might do to his son, although Mr. Fuller was also furious at his son's stupidity of underestimating Brixton and his power.

But, Mr. Fuller was so scared of Brixton that he was not able to utter a single word to silent Stephen, from doing this stupidity or to protect his son from Brixton.

Meanwhile, all the Brixton's men were furious on Stephan for talking like this to their Boss, but they could not do anything without Brixton's order, that's why Stephan was still standing alright in front of their Boss.

Yet, Brixton stood completely still—calm and composed, as if Stephen was beneath his notice.

At first, Brixton had been burning with rage when he saw Stephen. But when his gaze shifted to Olivia, who was shaking in fear, something inside him twisted unpleasantly.

And when he realized that Olivia was scared of him, he didn't like that at all.

So, he forced himself to remain calm, just so she wouldn't be afraid of him.

Then, with a gentle expression, Brixton extended his hand towards Olivia, his voice soft, low, yet commanding as he said, "Come here!!!"

The sheer gentleness in Brixton's tone left the entire hall in shock.

Was it even possible for someone as heartless and ruthless as Brixton Lawrence to speak so softly to someone?

But despite his kind tone, the chilling aura Olivia had felt from him earlier still lingered in her mind.

She was terrified of Brixton.

And the moment she heard him call her, her eyes filled with tears of fear.

She violently shook her head, refusing to go to him.

Panicked, she tried to hide behind Mrs. Valentino, seeking shelter like a frightened child.

Meanwhile, Stephen watched this unfold and came to his own disgusting conclusion.

He believed that Brixton had taken a liking to Olivia and wanted to spend the night with her.

After all, Stephen assumed everyone thought like him—like a predator.

Stephen usually didn't care if another man laid eyes on Olivia—or any woman, for that matter—because a woman's dignity held no value to him.

But when it came to a beauty like Olivia, he couldn't let anyone else take her virginity.

Of course, once he was done using her, he would discard her without a second thought—he was never the kind of man to commit to just one woman.

He was only marrying Olivia for his own reasons, otherwise, he would have spent one night with her and thrown her away like all the others.

But the moment he saw Brixton Lawrence setting his eyes on Olivia, his so called ego couldn't take it.

Enraged by his own twisted imagination, Stephen lunged forward, reaching for Olivia's hand as he yelled on Brixton, "Brixton Lawrence! How dare you lay your filthy eyes on Olivia?! She is my soon-to-be—"

Before he could reach Olivia's hand or finish his sentence,

"BANG!!!"

A gunshot echoed throughout the hall, leaving everyone shocked with widened eyes.

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Why is Brixton Lawrence here for?

Who shot the bullet and on whom?

To be continued...

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