Evelyn’s eyes flashed with authority as she leaned forward slightly, her voice was sharp and direct."I am the Director of Neovalle’s Advanced Energy and Technology Commission, remember?" she said coldly. "If you want to continue this conversation without problems, I suggest you speak with more respect. Otherwise, I’ll have no choice but to show you my bad side."Her words cut through the room like a blade, and for a moment, silence settled between them.Marvin’s jaw tightened, but he knew better than to let his temper take over. Becoming feral toward Evelyn wasn’t why he came here. He took a slow breath, forcing himself to stay calm.Evelyn watched him carefully, satisfied that her words had made an impact. She straightened in her chair, with her fingers tapping lightly on the desk."Now," she continued, her voice was cool but firm, "where are the papers? The proof that you followed the necessary protocols before the arrival of your shipment—which, if I recall correctly, is worth rou

Marvin’s expression shifted slightly as Mrs Evelyn’s words hit him like a cold wave. He was calm on the outside, but inside, he was uneasy. His mind raced, trying to make sense of her sudden knowledge. How could she know? The thought flashed through his mind repeatedly, causing his heart to beat faster. For a moment, he felt a knot tighten in his chest. The realization dawned on him—if Evelyn knew he was an "over being," it meant she could be part of the very reason why he had to keep his identity hidden. He was now a target, a marked man. And it made him feel... vulnerable. "I’m not what you think I am," Marvin said quickly, shaking his head. His voice was firm, but there was a slight tremor. He wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince her or himself. "I’m just a tech guy, like I said. There’s no Synapticore Force in me." Evelyn’s lips curled into a small smile, almost like she was enjoying his attempt at denial. She didn’t seem surprised at all. "I think you’re wron

Mrs. Evelyn’s breath hitched. A sudden, cold sweat broke out across her forehead, trickling down the side of her face.Her fingers clenched into fists, her nails started digging into her palms. The thumping of her heart grew louder—so loud it felt like it echoed inside her head.She refused to believe it.This had to be a bluff. A trick. There was no way Marvin could know about A7-NX42. No way he could have even the slightest idea of its existence, let alone access to it.And yet… he was smiling. Smiling.Marvin tilted his head slightly, his dark brown eyes were filled with cruel amusement. He wiped the blood from his nose and took a slow breath, as if savoring the moment."You’re sweating," he said, his voice was smooth, almost teasing. "Feeling nervous, Mrs. Evelyn?"She gritted her teeth. "You’re lying," she spat.Marvin’s smirk widened. "Lying?" He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "Oh no, Mrs. Evelyn… I never bluff when it comes to war."Her breathing quickened. She had

Marvin’s smirk deepened, his fingers were tapping lazily against the table. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes locked onto Mrs. Evelyn with quiet amusement."I wouldn’t say so, Mrs. Evelyn," he said, his voice was smooth yet laced with something sharp—something dangerous.Mrs. Evelyn swallowed hard. "But… I did as you asked," she stammered. "The solar components are being prepared for transport as we speak."Marvin chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Oh, I don’t doubt that. But you see, trust isn’t something I give freely. Not to someone who just tried to cheat me."Mrs. Evelyn’s lips parted, but no words came out. She had no argument.Marvin pulled out his phone and dialed a number. It rang once before a deep, gruff voice answered."Hello boss, it is Oliver Grant speaking.""Oliver," Marvin said casually, stretching his legs out. "Mrs. Evelyn has finally seen the light. She’s agreed to release sixty percent of the solar components."A beat of silence. Then Oliver’s voice came throu

Mrs Evelyn's submarine sat silently beneath the ocean surface, its steel walls trapping the former occupants inside like a coffin waiting to sink.Inside, dim red emergency lights flickered weakly, casting long shadows over the terrified hostages. They had been tied up, left to sit in the damp, metallic cold. Their muffled cries echoed within the narrow passageways, unheard by the world above.They had once controlled this vessel. Now, it was their grave.The team of elite operatives affiliated to Marvin and the prime minister had infiltrated the submarine under the cover of darkness. Two hours later, from a secure location, upon the order of the Prime Minister, Marvin gave the final command.A single button press.Beneath the water, the countdown began. The explosives ticked away silently, hidden in the belly of the submarine.Inside, the hostages barely had time to react.A deafening BOOM ripped through the vessel. Fire and metal tore apart in an instant. The shockwave sent a bru