In an opulent living room with a classic interior and expensive furnishings... A woman in an elegant gown, Miranda, is seated on the sofa, her face betraying a tension she cannot hide. Charles enters the room with a calm stride. He looks at Miranda sharply, then sits in a chair opposite her. With a flat tone, Charles asks, "What happened today? I received reports of a disturbance at your mansion." Miranda takes a deep breath, as if trying to calm herself before speaking. "Joseph," she says with a trembling voice, "He broke into my mansion this morning. He overpowered all my men without mercy." Charles scoffs, leaning back in his chair. "He came, and he brought a threat. He said we need to surrender, to shut down the remote system we’re using to sabotage his project," Miranda continued. "He’s serious this time, Charles. He even threatened me, saying if I don’t back down, he’ll bring us to war." Charles’ voice turns mocking. "War? Does he forget who he’s challenging?"

The next day, Joseph arrived at Miranda's luxurious mansion. Outside, the building was adorned with crystal lights that radiated opulence. Jacky accompanied Joseph to the main entrance, but there, a security guard dressed in a neat uniform politely stopped them. “Sorry, Sir,” the guard said with a respectful bow toward Joseph. “Only guests with invitation cards are allowed inside.” Jacky glanced at Joseph with concern. “Let me come in with you. I want to protect you, Boss.” Joseph gave a slight smile, handing his golden invitation card to the guard. “I don’t need protection, Jacky. You know that.” “But—” Jacky tried to protest, but Joseph raised his hand. “Wait outside,” Joseph ordered, his tone cold but firm. “Stay in position and make sure our men are ready if I signal. I’ll be fine.” Jacky nodded, though it was clear he was still worried. “All right. We’ll keep watch around the perimeter. Don’t hesitate to call us if anything happens, Boss.” “Trust me,” Joseph repli

12 hours ago, in Aussa, Elite X Residence. In the backyard of the elite residence, the air was calm and filled with the sweet scent of lavender. A graceful woman with an unreadable expression served a cup of tea to her guest, none other than her former father-in-law, Mr. Thalib. The sky was clear, and birds chirped in the nearby trees, creating a peaceful harmony in the midst of this strange meeting. "So... what brings Daddy to come here?" Jennifer asked with a calm yet slightly curious tone. Mr. Thalib rarely visited, especially without a clear reason. Mr. Thalib nodded slightly, touching the peach tea that had just been served. He sipped it slowly, as if gathering the words he was about to say. His face was calm but filled with firmness. "I came to protect my grandson," Mr. Thalib said in a low, meaningful voice. He carefully set the cup back down, his gaze unwavering from Jennifer. Jennifer raised her eyebrows slightly. She didn't show much surprise, but it was clear

In a luxurious hotel with dim lights reflecting off the marble floors, the atmosphere in the conference room was tense. Hundreds of members of the G Alliance gathered, standing tall in their black uniforms. Among them, Joseph sat in the main chair, his eyes fixed on an electronic map projecting the Obamo military field onto a large screen in front of him. Jacky, clutching a folder anxiously, stood beside Joseph. His face looked tense, and with a low but clear voice, he began reporting the situation. “They have confirmed the location of tomorrow’s war,” Jacky said, pointing at the map on the screen. “6 a.m., at Obamo military field.” Jacky, still standing next to him, redirected Joseph’s attention back to the room. “Boss, this is what worries us,” he said, his voice sounding more anxious. “The latest intel indicates they will deploy a thousand mercenaries. Meanwhile, we only have three hundred troops here. If we request reinforcements from the eastern region, they won’t arrive in

Charles and Miranda ran toward Jennifer and Joseph, their faces filled with worry and uncertainty. The woman known as Madam Boss looked at Joseph with a calm, blank expression, mirrored by Joseph’s own cold gaze. In that moment, there was a powerful silence between them, an unspoken tension that only they seemed to understand. Charles, nervous and struggling to find the right words, stepped forward first. “Madam Boss, this is Joseph,” he said, gesturing to the young man standing opposite them. “He is the leader of the forces that were originally planning to wage war against us. But after receiving your order, we have cancel all preparations.” Charles hesitated, wanting to elaborate, “We—” But Jennifer, the woman they referred to as Madam Boss, cut him off. Her eyes remained fixed on Joseph, not even glancing at Charles. “There’s no need to explain, Charles,” she said coolly. “I’ve already looked into everything myself.” Charles felt a cold sweat run down the side of his face