When Asher arrived at the office, he immediately noticed something unusual. A group of people stood on the street in front of the building, holding banners and posters with bold, striking messages. "OUR LAND IS NOT FOR SALE!" and "STOP THE FORCED LAND SEIZURE!" were prominently displayed. Their faces were tense, and some pointed angrily toward the building. Even their shouts caught the attention of employees and passersby in the area. "Our land is not for sale!" One of them yelled. "Stop forcing us to sell our property rights!" "We have the right to defend our land!" Asher frowned, his eyebrows knitting together as his sharp gaze studied the crowd from behind the car window. He stepped out of the vehicle with firm, measured strides. Once he entered the building lobby, Joseph was already waiting for him, his face equally tense. “What’s this protest about, Joseph?” Asher asked, his tone curt and authoritative. “I’m not sure about the details yet, sir, but Kailos is handling

The meeting room at Dixon Marketing & Innovations felt cold, even though the air conditioning blew softly. Glass walls offered a view of the bustling city outside, while the large table in the center was cluttered with documents, laptops, and tense faces. Asher sat at the head of the table, dressed in a sharp black suit with a slim tie. His handsome face was neutral, exuding an air of authority. In his hand, he twirled a pen slowly, a reflection of his patience running thin.Across from him sat Gaurav Fernandez, a man in his fifties with a large build clad in an expensive gray suit. His face was red with suppressed anger, and he slapped the table hard with his hand. “Those villagers need to know their place! My project could be a massive opportunity for them, yet they refuse because of their sentimental attachment to some worn-out land. It’s absurd!”Leonard tried to ease the tension, speaking carefully. “Mr. Fernandez, we understand your frustration. However, this situation requires

The party grew livelier. Guests chatted, laughed, and indulged in the luxurious dishes served at every corner of the ballroom. Soft classical orchestra music filled the air, complementing the brilliance of the crystal lights that illuminated the room. However, in a dimly lit corner, Kaylery Barnnet’s mood stood in stark contrast to the festive atmosphere around him.Kaylery’s sharp eyes were fixed on Asher, who stood by Alicia’s side. The woman was smiling warmly while Asher casually brushed his hand against her cheek. The simple gesture was enough to make Kaylery’s anger boil over. His left hand gripped a glass of whiskey on the table tightly, while his right hand clenched the edge of his chair.In one swift motion, he lifted his whiskey glass and drank it down to the last drop. The burning sensation of the drink wasn’t enough to distract him from the storm of emotions in his mind. His eyes remained on Alicia, glowing beside Asher.“Are you jealous?” A low, mocking voice sounded from

The abandoned building was eerily silent, illuminated only by the dim light of a portable lamp Joseph had brought. The walls were covered in graffiti, and the dirt floor was dusty, mixed with footprints and drying stains of fresh blood. The early morning air was cold, but inside that room, the tension burned hotter than fire.Three men lay sprawled on the dusty floor, their bodies bruised and their faces battered, groaning faintly in the heavy silence. Their hands were tied behind their backs, and their eyes darted with fear every time they glanced at the figure standing before them.Asher stood tall in front of them. His black suit, simple yet impeccable, radiated an aura of authority and mercilessness that couldn’t be ignored. His face showed no hint of compassion, only a sharp, penetrating gaze that could pierce the soul of anyone unlucky enough to meet it. Behind him, Joseph stood still, his eyes carefully watching every movement of the three men.“Is it done?” Asher asked flatly,

Alicia’s office exuded a modern and elegant atmosphere. Glass walls provided a sweeping view of the city, while a large wooden desk at the center of the room was neatly organized with stacks of documents. Alicia looked cheerful, wearing a maroon blazer paired with white trousers, making her appear both professional and graceful. This was the first time Asher had visited her office—normally, their meetings took place elsewhere or at Asher’s own office.When the door opened and Asher walked in, Alicia immediately stood from her chair with a wide smile. “I’m glad you could come,” she said sincerely, gesturing for Asher to sit on the comfortable sofa in the corner of the room.Before Asher could say anything, he handed her a bag filled with desserts he had purchased earlier from La Pâtisserie Éclat. “This is for you,” he said casually, looking at Alicia with a calm, attentive gaze.Alicia was momentarily surprised, then let out a soft laugh, her sweet smile lighting up her face. “You didn