The Forgotten Titan's Resurgence

At the same time, the young heirs of the Torres, Campbell, and other families received similar harsh scoldings from their fathers. The five men exchanged bewildered looks, uncertain of what was happening.

"What's going on, guys?" Eric asked in confusion, but they could only offer apologetic looks.

"I'm sorry, Eric. There's an emergency at home. I need to go right away," Ivan said hurriedly.

"Same here..."

The others echoed similar excuses and quickly bolted out of the building with their hired muscle. What had been a crowd of 58 thugs now dwindled to just eight.

"Surround them!" Fred commanded quickly, and their 20 security guards encircled Eric and his remaining thugs.

The tables had turned, bringing relief to the Snows, while Eric stood there dumbfounded, unable to understand why his allies had suddenly abandoned him.

"Fred, I'll let you handle this," Gideon said casually.

"No problem," Fred replied with a cold smile. Though he did not know exactly how, he was certain Gideon had orchestrated Ivan's group's sudden departure, which only increased his admiration for him.

"Fred, what are you doing?" Eric shouted, his hair standing on end. Then, he called out to the departing Gideon, Stop right there! Tell your men to let me go, or you'll face the consequences!"

Gideon did not even bother to respond, and Fred stepped in, saying, "Stop yelling! You've pushed the Snow family around one too many times, thinking we're pushovers. Today, you're going to learn your lesson-get him!"

The security guards swarmed forward. Though the eight thugs were skilled fighters, their sheer numbers quickly, overwhelmed them.

After that, it was Eric's turn, yelping as he tried to protect himself.

Fred laughed. "How does it feel, Eric? Should we turn up the heat?"

"Stop... Ouch! You're killing me! I'm sorry! I won't do it again!"

"What's that? You want us to hit harder? Hey, guys, Mr. Gross thinks you're going easy on him. Let's give it all we've got!"

Eric was soon beaten unconscious, and Fred ordered coldly, 'Dump him in the trash where he belongs."

In the Maserati across the street, Rachel asked, "Mr. Morrick, should I call Gideon to come here, or should I go to his office?"

Wilder replied, "Ms. Avila, trust your grandfather's judgment. If he sees potential in Gideon to help the Avila family, that young man must be extraordinary. I suggest you go to him."

Rachel nodded and walked into the building alone while Wilder stayed behind.

"Wow! Mr. Snow, look at that stunning woman!" Fred's secretary nudged him as they were heading upstairs.

When Fred turned, his eyes widened

in surprise. He recognized the

woman immediately-Rachel Avila,

the head of Avila Group and a

household name in Goldspire, as she was a regular in news headlines.

Fred rushed over, his tone filled with respect. "Ms. Avila, it's an honor to have you

at our humble company. How can we help you?”

The remaining Snow family members gathered around, their eyes filled with awe and admiration.

"Take me to Gideon," Rachel

commanded indifferently, causing

everyone's hearts to skip a beat. The

famous Rachel Avila had comenoveldrama

personally to see Gideon. Could there be something special between them?