RISE OF THE MORTE CONGLOMERATE HEIR
The multi-billion dollar real estate realm of the Morte Conglomerate belonged to Zander Morte. The ruthless heir was a strategic genius, but even he didn't foresee the treacherous plot hatched by his own cousin, Sable Morte. The car crash was intended to be fatal, Sable’s final, envious strike. Zander survived the mangled wreckage, yet the disaster stripped him bare, leaving the most powerful man in the family with absolute, bewildering amnesia. Sable immediately invokes a family clause to seize control of the Property Development arm, assuming Zander is permanently incapacitated.
Zander, with no memory of his power, finds himself working as a low-status driver nicknamed "Ice" in the Morte world. His life is one of constant humiliation, suffering Sable's casual cruelty and the abuse of arrogant employees. This daily degradation fulfills the contest's "looked down upon" requirement, as Zander's lack of memory makes him genuinely powerless.
The plot escalates as Sable prepares to sell the entire flagship building to cover his embezzlement and solidify his power. Meanwhile, five of Zander's most loyal operatives (Merk Keen, Onyx Blade, River Rend, Teggo Steel, and Ellvys Fog) have taken their own disguised roles within the organization to secretly protect Zander ("Ice") and gather the final evidence against Sable. A crucial plot point is River Rend's role as Sable’s Top Property Specialist, where he has access to all the illegal documents.
The climax occurs during the final sale announcement. Zander's memory is fully restored just as Sable attempts to publicly fire and discredit "Ice". Zander delivers the final face-slapping reveal, exposing Sable's crimes with the proof provided by his five subordinates, reclaiming his identity, his company, and his legacy.
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Chapter: Chapter 11The cold, controlled atmosphere of Sable’s executive office settled over the room as he returned from lunch, alone. It was 1 PM. Sable settled heavily into his desk chair just as River walked in, carrying a slim folder of finalized sales documents. Sable looked up, his face registering annoyance rather than welcome. He immediately launched into the attack, tying his suspicion of one employee to the presence of the other. Sable: "Are you going to resign?" River’s eyes widened slightly in genuine surprise and alarm. The question hit too close to his actual recent plan. He stammered, scrambling to re-engage his professional armor. Sable: "Sit, please." River: "I don't want to... uhm... why are you asking me?" Sable: "Merk talked to me earlier today." Sable leaned back, watching River with intense scrutiny. "He was promoted. Now your manager. You weren't in the meeting. You know this, right?" River: "Yes, Boss. He called me. Congratulations to him." River forced a thin, professiona
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Chapter: Chapter 10Mrs. Cassandra Morte: "No need, you're a Top Property Specialist. You're saying 'cheapest' because we're close." They both laughed, the sound genuine and loud, enjoying the private camaraderie. Mrs. Cassandra Morte: "You know, I really hate how Sable works. No business etiquette." River: "Zander is the best. Some days, we were... Sable and me in a one-on-one coaching but it was very different. It feels like, I was the one who introduce 'Sales 101' to Sable." They laughed again, a mutual acknowledgment of Sable's incompetence. Suddenly, Cassandra reached out and gently rubbed River’s back, her touch startlingly maternal. "How long Zander is missing? Two weeks?" River instantly closed his eyes, his entire body tensing in a silent panic. No Madame, Zander is Ice, the truth wanted to burst out, risking everything. Instead, River inhaled slowly, opened his eyes, and gently rubbed Madame Morte's back in return, mirroring her gesture, using the exact, pre-approved lie. "It's just days,
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Chapter: Chapter 9Mrs. Cassandra Morte looked back at him once, holding the door open, her eyes sharp as ice. "Oops, a great man always keeps his promise. Always remember that." The door closed, leaving Sable alone in the silence, trembling not from fear of Zander, but from fear of the Mother of the Morte clan. At 7 PM, the air in the vintage restaurant in Jack County, USA, was charged with volatility. Merk and River had messaged Teggo and Onyx to meet again. When Teggo arrived, he immediately sat beside River, placing a heavy, brotherly grip on his shoulder, trying to diffuse the tension from the day before. "Hi Princess River, how was your sales this month?" Teggo asked, the sarcasm laced with genuine concern for his stressed friend. Onyx sat beside River, silent and watchful. A few chuckles from them, but River didn't join in. They all acknowledged that the joviality was thin. River and Merk had something serious to announce. Onyx: "What now, River? Merk?" River: "Is Madame Morte knows? That Za
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Chapter: Chapter 8Tuesday morning, 9 AM, and Sable spun his chair away from his expensive desk, facing his personal assistant. "Merk, get my favorite coffee..." but with a twist, Sable added, "...just text Ice to get it from my car. The black big thermos, but it's my tumbler. Remember that? Of course he's there, in the parking lot, right?" Merk nodded instantly, his face a mask of efficient obedience but still obeys. Ten agonizing minutes later, Zander/Ice entered the office. He walked with a precise, muted stride, placing the heavy, black tumbler gently on Sable's polished glass table. Sable ignored the tumbler, his eyes fixed on the driver. "Hey Ice, when you get back in the parking lot. Order my favorite meal. Remember what you order last week from Merk's text? Order it again. Got it?" It was a small, petty task designed purely to reinforce the hierarchy. But today, the new Zander Morte memory, still fragmented but aggressively active, provided a counter-move. Zander/Ice replied instantly, his
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Chapter: Chapter 7Sable let out a rich yet barking laugh. Dimé chuckled along, his tone calculated. Dimé: "Oh wow. Stop it, Sable. If the Morte knows it, are you sure you're not in trouble?" They all laughed, the sound echoing in the lobby. Inside Teggo's mind, a fresh thread of suspicion twisted tight. Is Dimé a true best friend of Sable? Teggo forced a laugh, a dry, internal joke about the depths of Morte treachery. Sable, Teggo, and Dimé arrived at the Morte’s New York office at 10 AM. As soon as the three men separated; Sable heading for his meeting, Teggo for a fake negotiation & planning to go out in Morte's office, and Dimé in Sable's office waiting for his driver, Merk Keen found his opportunity. Merk, still playing the role of Sable's indispensable, efficient assistant, cornered Ellvys. In the underground garage, near the executive parking section. Merk leaned against a pillar, his posture casual, his voice strained. "Ellvys, what's your take on Ice with the Morte Firewall moment? Did he
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Chapter: Chapter 6Teggo: "No, man." Sable noticed the familiarity, his eyes narrowing. He asked straightly, "Do you know each other?" waving his pointing finger between Merk and Teggo. Merk: "No, sir." Teggo: "What? Are you kidding, Sable?" Sable crossed his legs, forming the symbol “4”, rubbing his chin in suspicion. Merk and Teggo, however, are prepared for this situation. Teggo: "Maybe this guy is my enemy. Like you. Like Zander. I don't friends with pathetic people." Merk rolled his eyes at the insult, giving documents to Sable. "Sir, these are the documents~" Sable: "We're in the restaurant for that?! Anyway. Are you following me, Teggo?" Teggo: "No. I want to know the updates on the deal~" Sable: "Here? We're talking about the deal here? How do you know I'm~?" Teggo’s face turned slightly red, but he composed himself with brutal honesty. "Hey princess, calm down. Remember, we were here before too? Talking business here because every day, you always go here for your hot raspberry coffee.
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