The room shifted again, the weight of Charles’s words pressing down on Sharon. He turned to her, his eyes cold and commanding. “I always knew you were vile, Sharon. Desperate… but I did not know you would stoop so low as to attempt murder.” Gasps echoed across the hall. Some elders recoiled, shocked at the revelation that the matriarch of the White Family had plotted against her husband. Sharon’s face contorted with false innocence. “What… What are you implying? I would never harm you!” Charles’s expression darkened, fury blazing in his eyes. “Do not act, Sharon. I know everything. You drugged me in Florida, You orchestrated my heart attack, hired doctors to worsen my condition, all to keep me away from Washington and secure your son’s inheritance! You planned to prevent me from overseeing this family’s affairs and to ensure your son would be appointed heir. If it were not for Chris sending Travis and Ethan to intervene, your plan might have succeeded.” Sharon’s composure finally

The following day, Chris began his first official duties as the heir of the White Family. Escorted by Elliot, now serving as his personal aide, he arrived at the headquarters of the White Family Conglomerate. The building, sleek and imposing, seemed to reflect the family’s wealth, influence, and reach. Inside, he was formally introduced as the new Vice Chairman of the conglomerate. The executives, board members, and staff treated him with the utmost respect, aware that the leadership of the White Family had shifted. Chris moved through the day with a calculated grace, attending critical meetings, reviewing corporate strategies, and addressing both operational and strategic decisions. A press conference was held in the late afternoon, where Chris addressed the media. Cameras flashed, microphones were thrust forward, and reporters clamored to capture every word. “The White Family remains committed to integrity, transparency, and growth. As the new Vice Chairman, I vow to uphold our le

The voice paused for countable seconds before speaking again. “Chris White…..” he stated in a voice that was engulfed with utter disdain and irritation of the name mentioned. “I need every information you can gather about that bastard.” Marcus's voice dropped in disbelief. “Chris White?” he then laughed hysterically. “It seems like we have a common enemy as the task I wanted to give involves eliminating the same Chris White.” This time the voice on the phone was intrigued..”intresting” “Yes. Eliminating him will finally give my family the advantage we’ve long sought. Steele Oil can finally win the upcoming government oil bid and defeat the White Family, who have dominated for decades.” The line went silent for a moment before the receiver finally chuckled darkly. “Fate has brought us together, it seems. We share the same enemy… and to get what we want, Chris must be removed.” “Of course, I agree and it seems fate brought us together as partners because we can help each other acco

Chris sat in his expansive office, surrounded by mountains of paperwork—contracts, business proposals, and confidential dossiers detailing every aspect of the White Family enterprises. The upcoming Global Business Summit, scheduled in three days, weighed heavily on him; among the major events was the government oil supply bid, a prize that could define industrial dominance for decades. Chris’s focus was absolute—until the door burst open. “Chris looked up sharply, pen paused over a contract. “Elliot… calm down. What happened? Why are you yelling like someone’s holding a gun to your head?” Elliot didn’t answer. He moved past Chris and flicked on the television mounted in the corner of the office. The anchor’s voice filled the room, calm yet laced with sensational undertones: “Breaking news: Reports from an anonymous source allege that Chris White, now publicly recognized as the heir to the White Family, has a hidden identity as a mercenary involved in numerous war crimes. The repor

Ethan, who had been silently observing, arms folded, said calmly, though with a trace of disbelief, “There’s no way this could have leaked like this. And all of these allegations… they’re fabricated. This doesn’t sound like a simple expose. Someone is deliberately trying to frame you.” Chris exhaled slowly, his expression unreadable, but his mind was already calculating. He picked up his phone and dialed a number he knew by heart. The line rang once, twice, and then a crisp, familiar voice answered. “Father,” Chris began, keeping his tone steady. “Chris,” Charles White’s voice, laced with concern, filled the room. “I saw the news. Tell me… what is going on?” Chris straightened in his chair, looking every bit the composed heir of the White family, even as the storm raged around him. “The allegations are false, Father. Someone is deliberately trying to tarnish my reputation and the White family’s name. But I will handle this. You have my word.” Charles’s voice, though tinged with w