Chapter 388: The Poisoned Move The underground chambers of the Echelon Vault were colder than usual. Flickering neon lights cast long shadows against the stone walls where once elite players of The Game had stood triumphant. Now, most of them sat hunched in silence defeated, bitter, and waiting for a chance to claw their way back into relevance. Arian Melfor, once considered the golden strategist of The Game, leaned forward at the table’s head, fingers steepled, eyes burning. “We all saw what he did,” he began, voice low. “Chris Brown didn’t just win the Game. He rewrote the rules. Claimed Sovereign without blood. Without alliances. That alone makes him dangerous.” Around him, the room murmured. Old player, Jude, Tatsuya, Lu Cheng, and even the elusive Madam Grey were in attendance. Not one had been able to stand against Chris during the final round. Many had been humiliated. Some bankrupted. All dethroned. “He plays for legacy,” Madam Grey said, her silver ring

Chapter 389: Stephany’s Transformation The city buzzed in the wake of Chris’s public counterattack. The media, once starved for a scandal, now shifted their tone calling him “untouchable,” “ten moves ahead,” and even “a god among executives.” But in the corner of the empire he built, another fire was about to ignite. Not with explosions. But with elegance. And her name was Stephany Preston Brown. Stephany stood at the front of the MTD Board Innovation Hall, dressed in a tailored white suit with sleek gold cufflinks. Her hair was pulled back into a low knot, her makeup soft, and her presence absolute. Before her sat nearly fifty women executives, entrepreneurs, creatives, and tech genius handpicked from across industries. Today wasn’t about being Mrs. Chris Brown. It was about being her, “Good morning,” she said into the microphone. “Today marks the launch of something I’ve been dreaming of since I first entered this world of power, and let’s be honest masculine g

Chapter 391: The Grand Merger The day began like no other. News broke before dawn an emergency press release from MTD Enterprises, Sterling Heritage Financial, and Cradwell Technologies. A Merger. Three titans. One new empire. By 7 a.m., every financial screen in the world flashed the same headline: ‘Chris Brown Orchestrates Largest Private Merger in U.S. History’ Across Wall Street, jaws dropped. Traders froze mid-call. CEOs of rival firms cursed under their breath. No one had seen this coming. And yet, it had been building for years—quietly. Strategically. Ruthlessly. Behind the curtain, Chris Brown had pulled every thread until the web snapped together. He didn’t just merge MTD and Sterling. That was expected. Predictable. But Cradwell? Cradwell Technologies was the untouchable behemoth of the AI and defense industry. Its founder, Silas Cradwell, hadn’t taken interviews in five years. But he'd stepped aside overnight, with only one name listed on the new board of direc

Chapter 393: The Final Collapse of the Browns The stock market didn’t crash with a scream l it exhaled. One moment, Brown Enterprise stood tall, a billion-dollar pillar in the global financial landscape. The next, it started leaking blood into the street. Chris had waited patiently, quietly buying stakes, rerouting influence, making friends out of old enemies and ghosts out of old friends. He didn’t destroy the Browns in one blow. He let them drown in their own pride. It began with a whisper in the Tokyo market. A sudden dip in one of Brown Enterprise’s overseas tech partners. Nothing too alarming until investors noticed the same trend in Frankfurt. Then Dubai. Then New York. The Brown name, once sacred, was now whispered with uncertainty. At 9:07 AM, Chris issued a private letter to two major holding firms. They released their 24% shareholdings in Brown Energy, citing “internal misalignment.” At 9:15 AM, a scandal involving offshore laundering tied to Georgina’s private fund

Chapter 395: The Mastermind Revealed The world had crowned him a sovereign. In boardrooms, his signature closed empires. In the underworld, his name was a legend. On global stages, nations waited for his nod before they acted. But even kings have shadows behind their throne. Chris Brown stood alone at the top of the helipad above MTD Tower, the cold wind slicing through his coat. The city below hummed with life horns, screens, lights but up here, it was silent. The only thing louder than the wind… was the question in his mind. Who started it all? Who killed his parents? Who built the maze that took decades for him to escape? He had buried Georgina. He had dismantled Charles. He had taken over the Brown Conglomerate. He had even crushed the underground game with one final sovereign declaration… But one piece was still missing. Until tonight. A message had arrived on an encrypted server only Chris had access to buried beneath a vault Connor himself hadn