The Arrogant Heir Violently Pushed the Waitress to the Floor — Until the Silent Mafia Boss Stood Up from Table 23

The absolute, bone-chilling horror freezing the blood in Ethan's veins was completely palpable.

To understand the absolute magnitude of Ethan's apocalyptic mistake, one had to look back twenty years. Victor had intentionally sent Anna away to be raised by a civilian family completely outside the violent world of the syndicate, desperate to protect her from his enemies. He had spent two decades watching her from the shadows, ensuring she was completely safe.

She was working as a waitress because she wanted to be independent. And Victor had simply come to the restaurant tonight to quietly watch her work.

"Your... your daughter?!" Ethan shrieked wildly, violently thrashing his arms as his entire untouchable corporate delusion completely collapsed into dust.

"Dad," Anna whispered softly, leaning against Victor's heavy black suit jacket, her bleeding arm throbbing.

"I've got you, sweetheart," Victor replied smoothly, gently wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

He turned his dark, lethal eyes back to the weeping billionaire heir.

"I'm sorry!" Ethan wailed hysterically, dropping completely to his knees on the polished marble floor. He looked like a pathetic, feral animal. "Mr. DeLuca, please! I'll pay her! I'll write a check for a million dollars right now! Just let me walk away! My father is a powerful man!"

"Your father is a cowardly real estate developer," Victor whispered coldly, completely dominating the massive room. "And his money means absolutely nothing to me."