"Hello, Mr. Hale. I am Benjamin Caldwell."

A deep, steady voice came through the phone.

"Heh, I’ve long admired Manager Caldwell’s work," Luca Hale replied with a relaxed chuckle.

The Caldwell family was clearly well-connected. Less than thirty minutes after the incident at the charity auction, Benjamin had already obtained Luca’s private number.

After a brief pause, Benjamin spoke again in a measured tone.

"It is an honor to finally establish contact with you, Mr. Hale. If your schedule permits, I would like to invite you to dinner sometime in the near future."

Luca raised an eyebrow.

If this call was merely about cleaning up the mess Tristan had created tonight, there was no need for a formal meeting. Luca had never been someone who held grudges over every minor offense. A sincere apology and proper discipline would be enough.

So why was Benjamin reaching out personally?

The answer appeared almost immediately.

Benjamin had probably discovered that Luca was now one of Octaveo Pharmaceutical’s major shareholders.

A faint smile appeared on Luca’s lips.

"Manager Caldwell, a banquet won’t be necessary. To be honest, as long as your son stays out of trouble and doesn’t provoke me again, I have no interest in interfering with Octaveo Pharmaceutical’s internal affairs."

Whether Benjamin eventually seized complete control from Vivienne or failed in the attempt was none of Luca’s concern.

He was an investor, not a politician.

As long as the company remained profitable, his shares would continue generating substantial returns.

Benjamin released a silent breath of relief.

Earlier that evening, when he learned that the person Tristan had offended was none other than Luca Hale, one of the company’s most influential shareholders, he had nearly exploded with rage. If he had been standing in the hotel lobby at that moment, he might have personally dragged Tristan home by the collar.

Fortunately, Luca showed no interest in participating in the company’s power struggle.

Otherwise, years of Benjamin’s planning and maneuvering could have collapsed overnight.

"Mr. Hale truly lives up to his reputation," Benjamin said with genuine admiration. "To possess such vision and restraint at your age is remarkable."

The atmosphere between them eased considerably after that.

The two exchanged a few more polite pleasantries before ending the call.

As the G-Class rolled through the city streets beneath the glow of the evening lights, Luca sat quietly in the passenger seat, gazing out the window.

Today’s events had allowed him to see Benjamin Caldwell more clearly.

The man wasn’t simply ambitious.

He was cold, calculating, and extraordinarily disciplined.

Throughout the entire conversation, Benjamin had never once mentioned Tristan by name. Not a single word of concern. Not a single attempt to defend him.

It was as though his own son didn’t exist.

Most fathers would have at least addressed the conflict directly. Benjamin hadn’t.

That told Luca everything he needed to know.

Men like Benjamin viewed people the same way they viewed assets. Useful pieces were kept. Problematic pieces were discarded. Family, loyalty, emotions, all of it came second to profit and power.

That kind of person was far more dangerous than someone openly ruthless.

By the time the G-Class returned to the villa, the night had grown quiet.

Luca helped Naomi settle into one of the upstairs guest suites before retiring to his own room, maintaining a respectful distance despite spending the evening together.

The next day, he slept until nearly noon.

Halfway through lunch with Naomi, his phone suddenly rang.

The caller ID displayed a contact from Koenigsegg’s regional distribution office.

At the same time, Francis Excel was conducting her usual inspection rounds around the Elvis Muskov Villa Complex.

The peaceful atmosphere was shattered by the distant roar of a powerful engine.

Her head snapped toward the entrance.

A low-slung black hypercar glided through the security checkpoint, its carbon-fiber body gleaming beneath the sunlight.

Francis froze.

"That’s... a Koenigsegg?"

Her eyes widened further when she recognized the model.

A Koenigsegg One:1.

One of the rarest hypercars ever built.

The vehicle looked almost unreal as it sat before the gates, its aggressive lines and exposed carbon weave making it seem more like a machine from the future than something that belonged on a public road.

Who owned something like that?

Which resident of the villa complex had enough wealth and influence to casually purchase a ten-million-dollar automotive masterpiece?

Unable to look away, Francis remained rooted to the spot.

Back inside the villa, Luca had already stood up from the dining table.

The moment he received confirmation that the vehicle had arrived, a genuine smile spread across his face.

No matter how wealthy a man became, there were some things that never lost their appeal.

A legendary hypercar was one of them.

Although he could easily afford vehicles worth tens of millions, Luca had never felt a strong desire to buy one. His Mercedes G-Class was more than sufficient for daily use.

But the Koenigsegg One:1 was different.

It wasn’t simply expensive.

It was legendary.

"What happened?" Naomi asked curiously. "Why do you suddenly look so happy?"

Luca grinned.

"Come with me and I’ll show you your man’s new toy."

Ignoring the unfinished meal, he grabbed her hand and headed for the entrance.

Several minutes later, they arrived at the estate gate.

A refined middle-aged man in a tailored suit immediately stepped forward.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Hale. My name is Christian Falk, Regional Manager for Koenigsegg North America. It is a pleasure to finally meet you."

Christian had expected a young client.

He had not expected someone this young.

Looking at Luca, then at the breathtaking woman standing beside him, Christian couldn’t help feeling impressed.

Young.

Handsome.

Extraordinarily wealthy.

Some people seemed favored by heaven itself.

After exchanging greetings, the two completed the delivery paperwork.

Off to the side, Francis watched everything unfold in stunned silence.

The owner of the Koenigsegg One:1 was Luca Hale.

The realization alone was enough to leave her speechless.

At that moment, she became completely certain that Luca was the most powerful resident in the entire Cloud Top Dragon View community.

She had originally intended to walk over and greet him.

Then she saw Naomi.

The radiant smile on the woman’s face said everything.

Francis finally understood why Luca had never shown interest in her.

Compared to Naomi, she simply couldn’t compete.

Letting out a quiet breath, she pushed aside her lingering thoughts and silently turned away, returning to her duties.