Victor’s gaze fixed on Luiz, his eyes were a mixture of hope and desperation. “What solution? Tell me, Luiz! What can you do to help?” His voice cracked, the weight of his panic spilled into his words.Luiz leaned back slightly, exuding calm in contrast to Victor’s chaotic energy. “Mr. Vayne, amigo, I can get you up to forty men to help deliver the batteries to the retail market,” he said with quiet confidence.Victor’s heart skipped a beat. “Forty men?” he repeated, his voice was barely a whisper as he processed the words. Relief began to seep into his features, but Luiz’s next words made him freeze.“However,” Luiz added, his tone firm, “it will cost you.”Victor flinched at the statement. He had no room for negotiation, no time to bargain. Desperation had tightened its grip on him. His voice came out rushed, almost pleading. “How much, Luiz? Tell me how much. Whatever it is, I’ll make it happen.”Luiz folded his arms and let the silence stretch for a few moments before replying, “

Victor tightened his grip on Lucien's collar, and his face twisted with fury. “Now, does it look like the batteries blew up within twenty-four hours?” His voice was loud and sharp, echoing through the blackened warehouse.Lucien’s eyes darted nervously, sweat started dripping down his temple as he stammered, “I...I don’t know, boss! Please, I...I did my research, and I made my calculations before I gave the warning. The batteries were supposed to blow up after twenty-four hours.”Victor’s eyes narrowed, burning with anger. He released Lucien with a shove, taking a step back but not taking his eyes off him. “Twenty-four hours, Lucien? Twenty-four damn hours!” His tone dripped with sarcasm and frustration. “Then tell me why we’re standing here in a room containing destroyed batteries just hours after you said it was safe?”“I am as confused and surprised as you are, Mr. Vayne!” Lucien pleaded, his voice trembling. “I swear, scientifically speaking, those batteries were supposed to blow

After a couple of minutes, the servant stepped back into the room, followed by a man who appeared to be in his late forties. The man’s appearance was impeccable, every inch of him radiated confidence and sophistication. His sharp, tailored suit clung perfectly to his frame, and his neatly combed salt-and-pepper hair only added to the aura of elegance he exuded. He walked with a grace that made it seem as though he owned every room he entered, his eyes were cold and calculating but they never betrayed the sharp intelligence behind them.“Here he is, sir,” the servant said, his voice was steady as he stepped aside.The man, Darius Crowe, stood tall, his posture was rigid as he offered a respectful bow toward Mr. Landon, who had yet to look up from his poolside view.Mr. Landon slowly raised his gaze, his calm demeanor was never wavering. His eyes were locked with that of Darius Crowe, and there was a moment of silent recognition between them.“How are you, Mr. Darius Crowe?” Mr. Land

The silence that followed was deafening. The six men inside the warehouse froze in place, their bodies were rigid, and their breaths caught in their throats. Time itself seemed to pause as their eyes locked onto the pile.A single, faint click echoed through the warehouse.Victor’s eyes widened in horror.And then—BOOM!Two hours later, after the second wave of Dynocell batteries had exploded, the chaos had subsided, leaving a heavy silence over the warehouse. Emergency responders had come and gone, securing the area and treating the wounded. Though the explosion had been controlled, the aftermath lingered in the air like smoke.Meanwhile under the dim glow of overhead floodlights, forty men Luiz Tarejo had arranged for worked tirelessly to load the remaining Dynocell batteries into company trucks. Their movements were methodical and urgent, knowing the risk that still lurked within the remaining 350,000 units. The six staff members who had survived the explosion, now wrapped in

Two days later, Victor Vayne woke up at exactly 7:30 in the morning. The sun was already peeking through the blinds of his bedroom window, casting streaks of golden light across his neatly arranged room. Slowly, he sat up on the edge of his king-sized bed, rubbed his face, and let out a low sigh.Dragging himself to the bathroom, Victor grabbed his toothbrush and began brushing his teeth. The minty flavor of the toothpaste refreshed him, but his thoughts were far from calm. Once he was done, he splashed some cold water on his face, dried it with a soft towel, and headed to the kitchen.The aroma of freshly brewed coffee soon filled the air. Victor poured himself a cup, the steam swirling lazily upward. He took a small sip, allowing the warmth to settle in his chest, but his mind was still uneasy.Victor picked up his phone from the kitchen counter, his heart quickened as he unlocked the screen. He was expecting to see missed calls or messages from Luiz Tarejo or Carlos Santos, th