Woody Henderson takes the fall for his brother-in-law. During the four years he spends in jail, he picks up various medical skills and becomes a doctor who makes miracles happen. Aside from his medical prowess, he also gains power. The affluent and powerful all come knocking on his door, but he gives it all up so he can return to his wife’s side.
Yet all he gets in return are divorce papers. His ex-wife says, “You’re a former convict. You’re no longer worthy of me, especially now that I’m most beautiful and successful CEO around.”
Chapter 1
“Doc, please reconsider. Is it really worth it to give up your supreme status for just a regular woman? With your status, you could have any supermodel, actress, or even a princess of any nation that you wish for! They would stand in line just for a chance to share your bed!”
Tiusto Penitentiary Facility was where the world’s super-villains and industry mavericks were housed. It was a prison unlike any other.
Presently, there was a well-suited elderly man begging pitifully at a young man who was on the other side of the bars.
The elderly man was Brayden Trevor, head of the Business Association of Darea. He was in control of several sectors of the country’s business, and one word from him could bring the whole nation’s economy crashing.
He was well known for being ruthless and merciless.
To get the young man to treat him for his condition, Brayden had voluntarily opted to serve time in this dangerous place. And this wasn’t a rare occurrence here at Tiusto Penitentiary Facility either.
Behind Brayden, all the prison officers and convicts were on one knee as they lined up in straight lines. They all wore hopeful expressions in hopes that the young man would stay.
That was because the young man was Woody Henderson. Besides his identity as a convict, he was also the unchallenged ruler whom everyone revered in here. He was the Majestic Ruler!
When the Majestic Ruler appeared, even death ran away in fear!
Rumor had it that the Majestic Ruler wielded two blades. One was a surgical scalpel to help the ailing, while the other was a powerful sword that took lives.
The kind put him on a pedestal and worshiped him as a god, whereas the evil saw him as the Grim Reaper and trembled at the mention of his name.
“Oh, you still don’t understand …”
As Woody stood before the iron gates with a forlorn expression, he couldn’t help it when a beautiful figure popped up in his mind. It was his wife, Pamela York.
Four years ago, on the day of Woody and Pamela’s wedding, a scion of a wealthy family barged into the bride’s dressing room and attempted to defile her. Fortunately, Pamela’s brother noticed it and attacked him with a glass bottle, cracking his skull.
