"Yes," Carl said, his voice was steady but laced with frustration. "We had been working with Oceanic Freight for months. Oceanic Freight was the name of the shipping company they initially signed with in order to transport their goods."The Sea Serpent which was the ship we used was exclusively contracted to transport a critical shipment of Bowen Industries, my company goods—valued at thirty million dollars. We had the documentation. Bills of lading. Cargo manifests. Every single item listed under the Bowen family name."Ms. Eleanor Vance, Carl's lead attorney, stood beside him. "And what happened when the ship docked?" She asked.Carl clenched his jaw. "Our cargo wasn’t alone. Somehow, Arceneaux family's goods were on the ship too—mixed with ours. Then their reps showed up and claimed that half our shipment was theirs. Just like that.""You believe this was planned?" she asked, though her voice made it clear she already knew the answer."Absolutely. Vincent Arceneaux’s people were r

Jayden’s mind was racing. His body was still sore from what he had just felt. But something else was bothering him now—something big.The suppressor unit.It was placed right in front of Judge Hayes during the trial. That device was made by Nexus—the strongest human-run organization left in Westwood. Its job was simple: to block powers. No psychic energy, no synapticore, no mind-reading, nothing. As long as it was working, no one—not even someone as strong as Vincent—should’ve been able to affect the judge’s mind.And yet… she was clearly compromised.Jayden’s jaw tightened.Either the suppressor was broken…Or someone had turned it off.Either way, he needed answers.His eyes darted around the courtroom, scanning for the Nexus enforcers.They were supposed to be here. Five of them. Always assigned to legal trials involving powerful beings. Always in black gear, always carrying their special weapons—guns that could knock out any powered person for five minutes with one hit. Long en

Jayden drove through the lower district fast, with his eyes always checking the mirrors. The bag beside him pulsed slightly, the soft glow from the suppressor was hidden under layers of cloth. His grip on the wheel was tight. He didn’t slow until he passed the last security checkpoint and pulled up into the underground lot beneath the high-rise building of the Orion dynamics headquarters.He parked the car. The engine cut off.Silence.He grabbed the bag and stepped out. A flickering overhead light buzzed above him as he walked toward the elevator.The Nexus van mission was done—but his real work was just beginning.He hit the button.The elevator blinked. It was Broken. Typical.Jayden didn’t wait. He turned for the stairwell and pushed the heavy door open. The concrete steps stretched endlessly upward, cold and narrow.He climbed fast.Floor 72… floor 80… floor 89…By floor 91, his legs burned. His lungs fought for air.But his mind was clear.Vincent Arceneaux had rigged the t

Jayden’s heart was pounding fast.He wanted to say it.He wanted to tell her who he really was—that he was Marvin Richmond, the man she loved and missed, the father of her baby. The man she thought was dead.But he couldn’t.Not now.Stella needed help. She was bleeding, shaking, barely able to speak.This wasn’t the time for truth. It was the time to act.“Stay with me, Stella,” Jayden whispered, holding her shoulders gently. “Help is coming. Just hold on.”She blinked slowly, her body was trembling. Blood continued to drip down her dress, pooling on the office floor. Her lips parted again, but only a soft breath came out.Jayden knelt beside her, wrapping his arms around her back to keep her steady in the chair. She felt cold. Too cold.“Breathe,” he said, trying to keep his voice calm. “You’re not alone.”He kept his hand on hers, watching the blood. It felt like time was moving too slowly and too fast at the same time.Then—the door burst open.Four people rushed into the office,

Jayden stepped further into the office, his every move was measured.Vincent gestured to two sleek leather chairs near a black glass table. “Please, Mr. Ross. Make yourself comfortable,” he said warmly.Jayden nodded and sat down slowly, his posture was relaxed but sharp. Vincent followed, crossing one leg over the other, with hands folded like a gentleman hosting a guest—not a manipulator hiding weapons behind his smile.“I must say,” Vincent began, “we’ve had investors before… but none with your reputation.” His voice was rich and smooth, like warm honey. “You’ve built things, Mr. Ross. Real things. Not just portfolios. Empires.”Jayden was confused now, I mean he was a fake and this personality, this Kylian Ross was just a week old."I am sorry, how did you get to know about my reputation?""Your bio of course. I looked at your profile on the internet when you expressed some interest in project Cognivault." Vincent Arceneaux replied."Oh." Jayden Cole understood now. That profile V