Granny’s jaw dropped, her eyes locked on Caleb like she had just witnessed a ghost step out of his skin. The color drained from her face, and her cane trembled in her grip. Her lips curled into a bitter scowl as fury brewed behind her wrinkled eyes. Her chest rose and fell rapidly—one look at her, and it was clear: if hatred could manifest as fire, Caleb would be ash by now.She clutched the edge of the table beside her, knuckles whitening. “That boy…” she whispered, her voice raw and shaking. “If I could strangle him with my bare hands, I swear to God—”Meanwhile, Mrs. Nathan stood frozen, blinking as if trying to confirm she wasn’t dreaming. Then her face lit up like a thousand suns. Her hands flew to her mouth, barely stifling a gasp of joy.“Oh my goodness!” she breathed, trembling with disbelief. “He wasn’t lying… Caleb wasn’t lying!”She took a staggering step forward, then burst into a giddy dance, clapping her hands as her laughter filled the stunned hall. “He owns Scott Empir

Isaac stared at Caleb with a gaze full of disappointment and anger. Watching him kneel before him felt nothing short of disgraceful.Everyone else gave Caleb a pitiful glare—everyone except his mother, who stood silently, tears streaming down her cheeks.At that moment, Caleb didn’t know what to do or how to act. Aside from being an assistant at the Lioness’ Den, he still longed for a well-paying job—something that could help restore his image, especially now that all his properties had been taken from him.That was why he had run to Isaac, begging to be given another chance to reclaim the post. But this time, Isaac’s response was firm and cutting.“You had your chance, Caleb!” Isaac snapped. “I wanted to bring you onto my board at no cost. I even offered to help you pay for some stocks and dentures while you earned five percent of the company’s profit. And what did you do? You rejected my offer and went ahead to commit the most immoral act!”Caleb froze. Slowly, he got to his feet, e

Franco froze halfway, his finger hovering on the trigger. Slowly, he raised his hands into the air.Caleb’s heartbeat thudded louder as his eyes darted past Franco.Uniforms. Guns. The police.The officers rushed in. One of them snatched the pistol from Franco’s hand while another twisted his arms behind him. But just as Caleb took a shaky breath of relief, the senior officer strode toward him, lifting his weapon with calm precision.“Mr. Caleb Stone,” he said, voice clipped and cold. “You’re under arrest for attempted murder. You’ll also be facing charges of fraud and theft. Anything you say or do from now on will be used against you in the court of law.”The color drained from Caleb’s face. His breath hitched, but the fury inside him boiled hotter than before. He struggled to his feet, trembling, fists clenched.“You can’t do this!” he barked. “You saw what happened! He pointed a gun at me. You were here! If anyone belongs in jail, it’s Franco. Not me!”Muna stepped off the stage, w

After Caleb collapsed lifelessly to the ground, Franco hurled his gun at the body, his eyes burning with fury.“This is the death you deserve, Caleb,” he spat through gritted teeth. “For all your cruelty and greed. I wish you a safe journey to the afterlife.”Without another glance, Franco slid the other gun into his pocket and started walking away slowly, his steps unsteady.He hadn’t planned to kill Caleb—not truly. But deep down, he knew it had to be done. Caleb could’ve been a way to get the truth about the Lioness’ Den, but that didn’t matter anymore. Franco had made his choice. He pulled the trigger—and he felt no guilt.“Are you alright, My Lord?” Dave rushed over and extended a hand to steady him.Franco paused, surveying the scene. The media had already arrived. Reporters huddled at the edge of the clearing, their cameras flashing. Police officers were spread out, gathering statements from the surviving men.Dave tried to help him walk, but Franco shook his head. He leaned cl

At Zone 5, where the shootout had stained the night with blood and screams, the place now sat in eerie silence. The crowd was long gone. The police had packed up. Only one figure remained—Mrs. Nathan.She knelt on the cold pavement, arms wrapped tightly around a framed photo of her son, Caleb. Her shoulders trembled, her face soaked in silent tears. She wasn’t just crying—she was breaking apart, piece by piece. The world around her had vanished. All she could see was her boy’s face smiling from that photo, his laughter still echoing somewhere in her memory.She didn’t notice the silver car parked a few feet away. She didn’t hear the door open or the soft click of heels on the cracked concrete.Dyesi stood by the car for several minutes, watching her. Her arms were folded across her chest, impatience flickering in her eyes. When it became clear that Mrs. Nathan wasn’t moving, Dyesi finally approached and placed a hand gently on her shoulder.“Are you not going home?” she asked, glancin