Marvin’s smirk didn’t waver. He studied Mr. Hirsch for a moment, enjoying the way the man looked utterly defeated. Then, he finally gave a slow nod.“We’re good,” Marvin said, his voice was smooth and confident. But then, his expression darkened slightly, his eyes narrowed. “But let’s be clear on one thing, Mr. Hirsch. This nonsense ends here. You will never— and I mean never— try to sabotage me or my business again.”He took a deliberate step forward, his gaze was locked onto Mr. Hirsch’s trembling eyes.“I don’t care who asks you to do it—whether it’s Victor Vayne, the Business Council, or anyone else no matter how powerful they may be. If I ever find out that you’re working against me again, trust me… I won’t just make phone calls next time.” His voice dropped lower, carrying a dangerous edge. “I will not be as gentle as I was today.”A violent shudder ran through Mr. Hirsch’s body. He nodded quickly, repeatedly, as if his life depended on it.“Yes, yes, I understand,” Mr Hirsch

The moment Helena stepped into the grand hall, everything seemed to pause—at least in Marvin’s world.She was dressed in a long, form-fitting gown that covered her from neck to toe, leaving no inch of skin exposed. Yet, despite being fully covered, she looked breathtaking.The dress, a deep shade of crimson, clung to her body, emphasizing her curves while flowing like liquid silk with every step she took. Under the golden glow of the chandeliers, it shimmered ever so slightly, drawing eyes toward her like a magnet.Even her hands were covered in elegant gloves, adding an air of mystery to her already striking presence. Her dark hair, neatly styled, cascaded down her back in soft waves, and the light reflected in her sharp, piercing eyes.Her lips, painted a bold shade of red, curled into a small but knowing smirk.Marvin’s grip tightened around his glass.He had always known Helena was beautiful, but this—this was something else entirely.For the first time, he forgot that beneath t

Helena’s feet moved instinctively with the rhythm, but inside, she was anything but calm.Something was wrong.A deep, unsettling feeling churned within her—something beyond the whispers and admiring glances of the guests.Her robotic systems, powered by the Synapticore Force within her, pulsed with warning signals. Her processors worked faster than usual, analyzing the environment, scanning for potential threats.The music played on. The dancers swayed. But Helena’s senses screamed danger.She tried to focus on the dance, but the feeling only grew stronger.She wasn’t the only one who noticed her sudden change in demeanor.Some guests standing near the dance floor exchanged confused whispers."Why does she look so tense?" one murmured."She was dancing so beautifully a moment ago. What’s wrong?" another asked.Marvin, holding her hand, felt the shift in her grip—tighter, more rigid."Helena," he whispered, concern lacing his voice. "What’s going on?"Helena didn’t respond. Her gaze

Four days later the bright city lights of Neovalle shimmered in the distance, but Marvin barely noticed. He stood in his private lounge, shirtless, staring at himself in the mirror. His abdomen was tightly wrapped with a medical strap, pressing against the wound that still burned with every movement.Slowly, he unwrapped it, hissing as the cool air touched the injury. His fingers traced the scar—a painful reminder of how close he had been to death.Four days ago, he had nearly died. If Helena hadn’t been there…His reflection stared back at him, tired but alive.Victor Vayne was now locked up behind bars, awaiting trial. The authorities had wasted no time. The moment Helena delivered him, the investigation moved swiftly. Victor’s past crimes, his financial scandals, and now an attempted assassination—it all ensured he would stay in prison for a long time.But Marvin wasn’t surprised that Victor had attacked him. What truly stunned him was that he had never anticipated it. He had

A month had passed since Marvin came up with the idea of using his drones for political campaigns. In that short time, his company the Helios enterprise had worked tirelessly, producing thirty state-of-the-art drones designed specifically for campaign coverage.These drones were equipped with solar-powered systems, high-resolution cameras, real-time tracking features, and advanced AI technology. They could hover over campaign events, record speeches, track audience reactions, and even live-stream footage across social media.Marvin had spent weeks marketing his drones. He reached out to political candidates vying for the member of the house of representatives representing the Eastern Neovalle district explaining how these drones could give them an advantage over their rivals. He made sure his pricing was fair—charging candidates for hiring the drones instead of selling them outright, which meant he would continue making money throughout the campaign season.His plan worked. All fi