Standing there, dressed impeccably as always, was his father—Mr. Richmond.“Hello, son,” Mr. Richmond greeted softly, his voice almost hesitant. “I am amazed by the structure you’ve put up here. It’s really… ecstatic.”Marvin’s eyes narrowed, and his jaw was clenched. The faint glow in his veins pulsed brighter as his anger surged. “What the hell are you doing here?” he snapped, his voice was dripping with disdain.“Marvin, please, calm down,” Mr Christopher urged, stepping forward slightly, his hands were raised in a calming gesture.Marvin ignored his uncle’s plea and glared at his father. “I don’t care about the trash you want to say to me,” he seethed, his voice was low but filled with venom. “Now get out before I do something you’ll regret for the rest of your life.”“Marvin, please…” Mr. Richmond began, his voice was heavy with desperation, but he faltered under his son’s piercing gaze.“Marvin,” Mr Christopher interjected, his tone was firm but compassionate, “everything you’re

Mr. Richmond shifted uneasily in his seat, his lips trembled as he finally found the courage to speak. His voice was soft, almost pleading, as he asked, “What do you want me to do, Marvin?”Marvin’s gaze didn’t waver as he leaned forward, his expression was calm but deadly serious. The glow of his veins was gone, but the intensity in his eyes remained. “If I decide to help you deal with Mr. Daniel Bowen,” Marvin began slowly, “then I will be entitled to thirty percent of what Richmond Tech generates annually for the next twenty years.”The room went silent. Mr. Richmond’s eyes widened in shock, and his mouth opened slightly as though the air had been knocked out of him. “But... but with all due respect, son, that is an outrageous offer. Come on, son, that offer is not fair.”Marvin’s eyebrows furrowed in disgust. “Not fair?” he asked, his voice rising slightly as he repeated the words, a sharp edge of bitterness lacing his tone.“Not fair?” He stood abruptly, glaring down at his fat

Daniel Bowen’s heart raced as he held the phone tightly against his ear. "What happened, Carl?" he asked again, his voice was barely above a whisper.Carl Bowen took a deep breath on the other end of the line. "Daniel, the Quantum Nexus crystal has been stolen."The words hit Daniel like a thunderbolt. He straightened in his chair, his confident demeanor started faltering. "What?" he asked sharply, shaking his head as though he hadn’t heard correctly."I said the Quantum Nexus is gone!" Carl’s voice was louder this time, filled with urgency. "I just got the report from the security team. It's not a mistake, Daniel. The crystal is missing!"Daniel’s lips curled into a doubtful smirk. He leaned back in his chair, trying to dismiss the situation. "Come on, Carl. That’s impossible. You’re joking, right? There’s no way anyone could steal the Quantum Nexus crystal. I made sure the vault was impregnable. You know how tight our security is."Carl’s voice cracked as he insisted, "I’m not jokin

Mr. Richmond's smile widened as he locked eyes with Daniel Bowen. "And there is the prize," he said smoothly, pointing at the glowing Quantum Nexus crystal in Carl Bowen's hands. "The singular object that put you on a high jump."Daniel’s chest heaved with fury. He turned his gaze to Carl, and his voice trembled with disbelief. "Carl, how could you do this? How did you become a part of this madness? What could you possibly stand to gain by stealing the Quantum Nexus crystal, the very lifeblood of our family’s special Quantum Veil abilities?"Mr. Richmond raised a hand, silencing the growing tension. "No, no, no, Mr. Bowen. Carl didn’t steal it—not entirely. I mean, yes, he planned for the Quantum Nexus crystal to be carried out of the vault, but surely, it would be returned. Eventually." His smirk was sharp, cutting like a blade.Daniel gasped, the realization dawned on him. His voice cracked as he whispered, "You... you used it to lure me." His mind raced, piecing the puzzle together

Now at Marvin's Helios enterprise, the Atrium was quiet, the soft hum of machines and the occasional beep of equipment echoed through the massive glass space. Marvin stood on the balcony, leaning on the steel railing, staring down at the workshop floor below. His body still ached, but he was recovering but slowly aftermath of the telepathic maneuver he had exerted using his Synapticore force continued taking its toll, but his focus was elsewhere.There she was—Helena.She was crouched beside an advanced prototype machine, her metallic fingers were working with an elegance that left him captivated. Sparks flew as she welded delicate components together, her movements were precise and efficient. Every motion she made was a blend of human grace and machine perfection, a seamless harmony between two worlds.The bright glow of her cybernetic eyes never wavered as she inspected the damaged parts. Her hands moved quickly, dismantling and replacing faulty wires with an almost supernatura