Ven and his men were thrown into mourning period,ever since they confirmed the unbelievable news. That took them by surprise and if not that Bryan confirmed it,Ven was ready to debunk the news.Tears welled up their eyes and sadness echoed in their voices, anybody who came in will know instantly that something great happened.Ven was not left as he also was unable to control his tears,that found a way out no matter how much he tried resisting it from coming. Bryan eyes was already red when he delivered the news, and he was still in that state for a while.Daniella took a day off from work, and came directly after Bryan managed to paraphrase the news to her. When she got there,she also didn't know how her voice failed her as her loud cry filled the whole house.Everybody were showing pensive sadness and no one was able to pacify others,they all sat down and were displaying series of reaction to the news.Bryan got a call from one of the men at the prison where Fez was locked, and recei

" Boss,Kate Brown sent a message this morning," Bryan said taking a seat opposite Ven." Is there any problem?" Ven asked, looking up from the documents he was assessing." I have no idea, until I reach there then I will know what it is all about," Bryan replied.They were now engrossed in a lot of things lately and a lot of progress has been made,all these put in place for the main mission. Just as planned, They already planted men at Brown Hotels disguised to report anything going on, and even at Brown's Electricity and Brown's Pharmaceutical company controlled by Davis and Victory respectively." It is better to be on your way immediately, and be careful....." The last statement holding a heavier meaning understood by Bryan." I will be careful, don't worry about that Sir," he said and left.Ven sighed heavily after he left,he would never forgive himself if any of his men lose their lives on the line of this revenge. Knowing what Kelvin faced and raised by him made him vow not to e

The rain had stopped, but the scent of damp concrete still clung to the air as Daniella stepped into the room, her boots leaving faint prints on the polished floor. Ven looked up from the dim glow of his laptop, nodding at her without a word. Bryan closed the door behind her, locking it twice out of habit. “We’re getting closer,” Daniella said, dropping a folder on the table. Ven didn’t respond immediately. He was deep into some information pulled from a corrupted data server inside the Brown Empire's archives. The numbers told a story of embezzlement, covert transfers, and off-the-books power plays. But they weren’t what truly consumed his mind tonight. He clicked the screen off and turned toward her. “Talk to me.” “Victory and Davis are moving faster than expected. They’ve drafted a proposal to revise the Brown Empire charter. The chairman’s authority would be redistributed to a rotating executive council. If it passes, Henry becomes symbolic.” Daniella said unzipping her coa

Elisa sat alone in her home office, fingers dancing across the surface of her tablet, the glow of figures and sales projections casting a pale sheen across her face. She wore a sharp navy suit, her hair pinned up in a style that screamed precision, power, and patience. The room was quiet, but her mind was not. Business was booming. Orders for her latest clothing line had quadrupled in the last quarter. A new investor from Milan was requesting a private meeting next week. Her expansion into luxury fragrances was already trending on social media, and her name "Elisa Cortez " was beginning to stand on its own. No thanks to Alex. Certainly not because of him. She had built this empire silently and deliberately using the same restraint she’d used to endure the marriage. While he flaunted wealth and influence inherited from his father, she created hers from scratch. The contrast between them was poetic, if not maddening. A knock came at the door. She didn’t respond. Alex let hi

The room was dreadfully silent like a graveyard. Everyone expecting the grand order from the boss.A long black table stretched across the center of the chamber, its surface matte and fingerprintless. At the far end, sitting with the poise of a man who never rushed a decision, was Cyrus Vane.He didn’t speak right away. He never did.Six men and two women of his senior operatives sat around the table, each waiting for the moment he would lift his head. He was reading a single folder, thin but weighted with implications. When he finally closed it, he removed his gloves with exact, soundless precision, and looked up.“I want a fire lit beneath the Brown Empire,” he said quietly.The words didn’t boom, but they echoed with effect.Across from him, Mina Odoru, his intelligence chief, leaned forward. “Your confirmation, sir?”Cyrus nodded once.“The entire empire,” he added. “From the board to the last shadow subsidiary in . I want the empire destroyed.He turned to his left. “Lucan?”“Yes