Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 230

Four hundred thousand followers. It meant immense traffic, lucrative brand deals, and undeniable fame.

His life was about to change forever.

He felt completely intoxicated, floating on air with an electrifying buzz humming deep within his bones.

Reaching out to check his detailed analytics, he clicked his mouse. But the cursor remained completely frozen.

He clicked it again and again, but the tiny arrow was dead to his inputs.

Suddenly, the cursor began darting wildly across the screen on its own.

Frustrated, he flipped the device over, checked the red sensor light, and tossed it aside.

He muttered an annoyed curse.

Still, a minor tech glitch couldn't extinguish his fiery excitement. It was just a broken mouse.

He could always use his phone. He would be rolling in cash soon anyway, enough to replace his entire setup with top-tier hardware.

He picked up his mobile device, but before he could even unlock the screen, a heavy knock echoed from the front door.

The pounding was aggressive and deafening, lacking any semblance of polite restraint.

It sounded as though someone was violently slapping the wood with an open palm, rattling the entire frame.

A gruff, impatient voice shouted through the panel, "Food delivery!"

Before Hudson could even stand, a second wave of knocking erupted.

Unlike the first frantic assault, these strikes were sharp, rhythmic, and incredibly heavy. The metallic clangs echoed violently into his apartment.

The motion-sensor lights in the corridor flickered to life, casting a dim glow over the two figures blocking his exit.

One wore a bright yellow courier vest, while the other was dressed in a dark blue logistics uniform. Standing side by side, they completely engulfed the narrow doorway.

These were not the scrappy, exhausted, sunbaked delivery drivers he was used to. Both of these men were towering mountains of pure muscle.

The man in yellow had shoulders as broad as a brick wall, his thick arms straining against the seams of his sleeves with thick veins bulging across his forearms.

The package courier was even taller, looming over him like an iron tower, his expression as cold and impassive as a block of granite.

Their mere presence seemed to instantly drain all the oxygen out of the cramped hallway.

Hudson instinctively shrank back, but the intoxicating thrill of his newfound internet fame quickly overrode his fear.