The news about the attack by Magno and Mr. Gon on Joseph's research laboratory had shaken Leeds, spreading rapidly. The headlines featured dramatic images of the destroyed lab's ruins, accompanied by speculation about Joseph's grand ambition—his revolutionary climate control technology. The news became a hot topic, causing fear and unease among the global elite. If this technology were indeed created, Joseph would gain immense power, shaking the military and medical industries to their core. In a luxurious office with tall windows overlooking the cityscape, a woman sat behind a large marble desk. Her hair was neatly styled in a bun, her face adorned with perfect makeup, yet her eyes betrayed a hint of hidden anxiety. In front of her, a flat-screen TV broadcast the latest news about the incident. The woman crossed her arms over her chest, her fingers tapping the desk in a rapid rhythm, a sign that her mind was racing. "If this technology really becomes a reality, we'll all lose

Miranda rose from her chair, her voice barely a whisper, “Just wait and see what I’ll do to sabotage Joseph’s project.” *** The first few days working at the villa felt like a torment for Jenny. Her new role as a housemaid trapped her in what felt like endless punishment. Every morning, she woke up early to clean the villa, prepare meals, and take care of various household tasks. However, nothing was more unnerving than the cold gaze Joseph often cast her way in the living or dining room. One morning, as Jenny was tidying up the living room, Joseph appeared, standing silently in the doorway, his sharp eyes fixed on her. He said nothing, only observing her every move with a look full of suspicion. Jenny’s heart began to race. “I want every corner of this villa kept spotless,” Joseph said coldly, his tone almost devoid of emotion. “And make sure you don’t touch anything that doesn’t belong to you.” Jenny nodded, struggling to suppress the anger and shame boiling inside her.

The next morning, the core team gathered in front of the lab building, gleaming with the latest technology facilities. Joseph stood before them, his gaze meeting each person’s with a look of confidence and a hint of pressure. It was a big day—the day the climate control device project would finally begin. After confirming that the entire team was ready, Joseph walked into the lab, followed closely by Gawali, Professor Samuel, Professor Rowan, and the other tech experts. The lab was filled with the quiet hum of advanced machines functioning as part of the climate control system, while a large screen on one wall displayed environmental data from various test sites. Eager to begin, Professor Samuel started up the micro-control system he had designed, while Professor Rowan monitored the energy flow from the solar panels and eco-friendly generators spread around the lab building. “Incredible,” Rowan murmured in admiration, watching the data stream across the screen. “This system

After more than ten instances of persistent sabotage, Joseph’s research team began to feel frustrated. Each time they solved one problem, another inexplicable technical issue would arise almost immediately. The situation created a tense atmosphere in the lab, and trust among team members started to waver. One morning, Joseph gathered the entire team in the conference room. Standing at the front, he looked at each of them in turn. His face showed tension, exhaustion, and a hint of restrained anger. “We’ve carried out this project with the utmost precision and security protocols. Yet, these attacks keep happening. Technical malfunctions, system errors, and… yes, even key parameters suddenly changing!” Joseph said, his voice sharp but controlled. Professor Samuel and Dr. Sarah exchanged glances. Gawali stood in the corner of the room, arms crossed with a tense expression. Laila, who was responsible for data transmission, looked uneasy, while Alex sat with a neutral expressi

They stepped cautiously into the old building, their flashlights cutting through the darkness, illuminating the dust-filled corridors and mold-covered walls. Each of their footsteps echoed, heightening the tension. Ahead, Mia held a tracking device connected to the alarm system detecting ‘The Void’s’ signal. The alarm grew louder, signaling that they were getting closer to the sabotage device. “The signal’s getting stronger,” Mia whispered, her eyes glued to the tracking screen. “The closer we get, the stronger it becomes. We’re almost there.” Joseph, just behind her, tightened his grip on the flashlight and nodded. They moved carefully, navigating the narrow, winding corridor. The red light on Mia’s tracker continued to flash, guiding them to the signal’s source. Finally, they reached the end of the hall where the corridor split. Mia stopped and focused the tracker’s screen toward the right corridor. The alarm pulsed, faster and louder. “The signal’s source is right ahead