All Chapters of Dragon King's Hall: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

'So, he's President Yates's useless husband?' Sean was in the office in the morning, so he was not informed yet. Sean had always tried to get on Yulia's good side. He was from a wealthy family and did not need the money. He worked as a manager in Yulia's company just so that he could be closer to her. 'Now that you're in my department, I'll make sure that you suffer.' Sean had the urge to punch Yakov when he was reminded that his goddess lived under the same roof as that useless bum. However, he was the society's elite and needed to behave like a gentleman. He glanced nonchalantly at Yakov. "You must be Yakov Xayarath, our new salesman? I'm the manager of the sales department. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you. Right, how about we sit down and talk about cars. What car do you drive?" Sean knew that Yakov was married to the Yates family and did not have any money under his name, which was why he wanted to publicly humiliate him. He did not expect that Yakov only

In the office. "It is my honor to be the spokesperson for your company, Sir." Helen agreed without hesitation to Yakov's offer. She did not behave like a celebrity when she stood in front of Yakov. She was as meek and obedient as an elementary schoolgirl. "Your fee?" "You must be joking, Sir. I wouldn't dare to ask for any money from you. I only ask for one simple favor," Helen said. "What is it?" "I'd like to treat you to dinner. I wonder if I may have the honor…" Working for the company for free was worth it if she could be acquainted with Yakov Xayarath. If Yakov were any other man, he would be the one trying his best to invite the beautiful and famous Helen Zeilinger for dinner. "Are you trying to negotiate with me?" Yakov's expression sank. Helen shuddered when Yakov glared at her. His penetrating gaze seemed to strip away her clothes, leaving her bare-naked in front of him. Cold sweat streamed down from her forehead. "No, I wouldn't dare to. Please forgive m

Although it was around eleven at night when Yulia returned home, she saw the lights were still on and Yakov was watching television on the couch. “Welcome home.” There were no unnecessary exchanges; no asking how each other’s day was whatsoever. Yulia Yates changed into slippers and placed her bag on the table before throwing herself onto the sofa. “Here, Soup.” Yakov stood and fetched a bowl of aromatic chicken soup from the kitchen. Yulia looked at the offensive bowl of chicken soup in disgust and spoke impatiently, “Put it down first. We need to talk.” Yakov froze momentarily and sat back on the couch. “Tomorrow’s Family day. Everyone from the Yates Clan will be going back for a get-together.” “Yeah, I know.” Yulia Yates hesitated for a while before deciding to let the cat out of the bag. “The Clan takes Family Day as the chance to make important decisions together. This time, it’s on the matter of my divorce.” Yulia Yates had been living with a man she had no

Yakov Xayarath squinted, glowering at the people around him. It was obvious that Xylia Yates misunderstood. He had saved Xylia, only for her to misunderstand that he had intentions of defiling her. However, he was too lazy to explain himself. It was the same concept, ‘A person who knows they’re strong enough fears not of gossip, humiliation, or unjust’. He was the Dragon King for goodness’ sake, there was no need for him to explain himself to such commoners. There would be no more ties between them the moment he finished repaying their kindness. “You, and everyone else. Your actions today have disappointed me greatly.” Yakov left Yulia Yates a pained look before he turned to leave. Right as he walked out, Yakov Xayarath threw a punch at a large pillar. Everyone was shocked to find out that the pot on the pillar he attacked was left with an enormous dent! Just how strong was this man? Still curled up on the floor, Tyler shivered in a cold sweat as if he had just bru

The next morning, Yakov Xayarath arrived at Yin City’s Ivy Orphanage where he had grown up. Yakov had lived at the orphanage for a few years after the death of his parents. It was only by chance, much after, that he had gone overseas. As a result, Yakov Xayarath had deep emotional ties to Ivy Orphanage. Innocent children ran about on the grassy lawn while Rachel Kyne sat cross-legged on the same lawn. Donned in a long white dress, Rachel’s long hair swaying freely, raven locks contrasting against the blinding dash of white. A flower crown, made by the hands of her children, sat prettily on the top of her head. Coupled with her flowy white dress that splayed across the grass she sat on; the scene painted Rachel in the light of a Forest Elf. “I want candy too, Miss Rachel!” A strong and honest looking little boy came running, stopping in front of Rachel Kyne with an impish smile. “You’ve had enough candy for the day, Shoko.” Rachel stretched out an arm to ruffle Shoko’s hair, h