Bryan had been patient after days of quiet observation, memorizing routines, and piecing together every small detail about Davis’s schedule had led to this night. He knew Davis’s arrogance was his greatest weakness.Davis had spent the morning in the courthouse, fighting tooth and nail to bury the mountain of corruption charges the prosecution had brought against him. Bryan had anticipated that the proceedings would drag late into the evening. If his calculations were right, Davis would not return to his office tonight. That gave Bryan the perfect window.He sat in his vehicle parked two blocks away from Davis office, gloved hands resting on the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the building’s front entrance. The last of the executives had left an hour ago, leaving only the night staff and the ever-vigilant security team.''Time to move,'' he muttered under his breath.He stepped out of the car, a slim black backpack slung over his shoulder, and walked with the purposeful stride of a man

The three men who are the faceless figures who had manipulated the Brown Empire for decades sat down for another meeting,as Ven is far becoming a thorn in their flesh. To the world, they were titans of influence in separate domains. In reality, they were the silent architects of chaos.The first anonymous Kand, President of Kand Media Group and Davis father-in-law,leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest. His sharp suit and meticulously combed silver hair gave him the appearance of a respectable businessman, but his eyes were cold, calculating. His media empire had the power to destroy reputations overnight,a tool he had wielded ruthlessly for years.The second anonymous, Geli Farrow, a seasoned politician whose career spanned decades, sat with a sly smile playing on his lips. His influence stretched across legislative halls, law enforcement, and regulatory bodies. He was the puppeteer behind many of the legal maneuvers that had crippled opponents of

The atmosphere in Henry Brown’s office was as pristine as always, matching his aura. Behind the large desk sat Henry, reviewing a thick stack of documents, his glasses perched neatly on the bridge of his nose. He exuded the calm, composed demeanor of a man who had mastered the art of appearances.The double doors to his office swung open abruptly without a knock.Henry glanced up, catching a glimpse at the interruption. The sight of Ven storming in, his expression thunderous, made him lean back slightly in his chair. He hadn’t seen this raw, unfiltered intensity from his nephew since the shareholder’s meeting.“Ven,” Henry said smoothly, removing his glasses and setting them aside. “What brings the new Chairman to my humble office? Finally here to consult your uncle for advice?”Ven ignored the pleasantry and strode directly to the desk, his hands slamming flat on the polished wood with a sharp thud. “Cut the act, Uncle,” he growled. “We need to talk about my father.”Henry’s brows a

The world outside the warehouse erupted in flashing lights and deafening sirens as Kand, Geli, Haynes, and Henry were dragged out in handcuffs. The media, tipped off beforehand, swarmed like vultures, cameras capturing every second of the once untouchable shadows being paraded into waiting armored vans. Their faces, pale and furious, would dominate every news outlet for days to come.Ven walked out slowly behind them, escorted by officers who had cut him free. His shirt was torn, his face bruised, but his back was straight, his head held high.Just beyond the police barricade stood Alex, flanked by Bryan and Daniella. Alex’s expression was grim as he watched his father being shoved into a police vehicle. Haynes caught his son’s eyes one last time, a look of pure betrayal etched across his features.''You… Haynes spat, voice hoarse with fury. ''You betrayed your own blood!''Alex’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t flinch. ''No, he said quietly, more to himself than to his father. ''I chose