Victor pressed his phone closer to his ear, his heart was still racing. “You better not be joking, Luiz. I’m not in the mood for games.” His voice was sharp, almost cutting.Luiz, however, didn’t falter. His laugh was hearty and sincere. “No, Señor Vayne! I swear to you, I am not joking. Why would I joke about this, eh? I am telling you the truth. Carlos Santos, he confirmed it to me. The robotics company, Robosure, they are ready to buy everything. The profit, it will be one hundred twelve million dollars! Believe me, Señor, it is real. You know me—I do not play with serious business like this!”Victor exhaled slowly, his nerves still tingling. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he paced the kitchen. “Alright, Luiz. I hear you. But don’t get too comfortable or start celebrating yet. Things can still go wrong, you understand?”Luiz’s tone became earnest. “Señor, I understand, I do. But trust me, everything is fine. The customers, they love the Dynocell batteries. The explosion probl

Victor’s eyes darted between Marvin and the door as if expecting his security team to burst in and drag the intruder out. But nothing happened. The room was deathly silent except for Marvin’s steady, calm breathing."You... how did you even—" Victor’s voice cracked, his words were faltering under the weight of shock and hatred. His lips trembled as he pointed an accusing finger at Marvin, his mind was spinning.Marvin raised an eyebrow, leaning slightly forward. “What’s the matter, Victor? Lost for words?” His tone dripped with mockery. He smirked and spread his arms wide. “You’re excited to see me, aren’t you? Come, give me a hug.”Victor’s jaw clenched, and his knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge of his desk. His eyes burned with pure hatred, yet he didn’t move. Marvin’s calmness was unnerving.With the nonchalance of someone who owned the room, Marvin strode to one of the chairs opposite Victor’s desk and sat down, crossing one leg over the other. He looked completely at

Marvin’s piercing gaze remained fixed on Victor as he spoke into the phone, his tone was calm yet unnervingly smug.“Where are the drivers and the monetary profits gotten from the Voltforge Dynocell batteries there at the retail market?” Marvin asked, the question cut through the tension in the room like a blade.Luiz Tarejo’s voice came through clearly on the other end of the line. “They’re at my stronghold.”Victor’s ears perked up at the response. Stronghold. That sounds like that’s where Luiz and his cartel operated.Marvin’s eyes flickered with understanding as he leaned back in his chair. His smirk grew even wider. “You’ve done well, Mr. Tarejo,” he said, his voice was smooth and calculated. “Make sure everything is finalized as planned. I’ll be expecting the report and a possible spending spree by tomorrow.”Victor’s fists clenched at his sides, his nails started digging painfully into his palms. His blood boiled as the realization sank in. These bastards were talking about hi

Victor Vayne stood frozen, his mind started racing for a solution—but nothing came. His brain, which had always been sharp in times of crisis, was blank. It was as if his entire world had collapsed in an instant. His grip on the gun remained firm, but for the first time, his fingers felt numb. His eyes, still locked on Marvin, burned with hatred, yet deep inside, fear was creeping in like a slow poison.Meanwhile, his assistants had lost all composure.One by one, they bolted for the door, shoving past each other in blind panic."Run! He’s planted a bomb!" one of them screamed."Get out of the building now!" another shouted as they disappeared down the hallway.The sound of their footsteps echoed like thunder as they stormed through Voltforge’s corridors, their terror started spreading like wildfire.Outside the office, chaos erupted. Staff on the evening shift, who had just been going about their usual business, were suddenly thrown into a state of confusion.“What’s happening?” so

Mr. Hirsch took a slow, measured breath, his fingers were tapping lightly against his desk. Then, he leaned forward, with his voice dropping into a warning tone.“Mr. Marvin, I hope you have not forgotten where you are standing right now? This is—”“Fuck the place I’m standing, Mr. Hirsch,” Marvin cut in, his tone was as sharp as a blade. His cold, piercing gaze never wavered. “You know…” He paused, letting the silence stretch before continuing, “You know, if this association isn’t as autonomous as it claims to be, only God knows how many businessmen have fallen victim to the top players—men who think they’re untouchable.”Mr. Hirsch’s jaw tightened, his polite mask began to crack. He exhaled sharply through his nose, shaking his head.“Marvin,” he said, with a firm voice, “if you’re here to rant, I suggest you stop. This is my office, and I won’t tolerate any reckless tone. If you keep this up, I’ll have security throw you out.”Marvin smirked, his fingers started tightening on th