After private negotiations and strategic planning, he had decided to sell everything to Roman Averne for two billion dollars. That was the final price they had settled on. A number that would ensure the company’s survival under capable hands. And more importantly, it would strip his greedy, reckless children of the chance to destroy what he had built.The day of the payment had finally arrived. Reginald had chosen to conduct all major meetings at his lawyer’s office — a neutral and secure location where his children couldn’t just barge in and start causing chaos. For days, he had been careful. No leaked information. No suspicious movements. Yet, in the back of his mind, he knew his children.They had spent their whole lives leeching off his fortune. And if they got even the slightest idea that their father was selling the company, they would try to stop it. That’s why today, as he sat in the grand office of his long-time attorney, Walter Bishop, he felt a rare sense of calm. Roman was

Roman remained silent as he guided his car through the city streets. Beside him, Reginald Vaughn sat silently with his face turned toward the window. His eyes were fixed on nothing in particular. The old man looked hollow. Like someone who had finally let go of something heavy, only to realize he had nothing left to hold. Roman stole a glance at him before turning his focus back to the road.“They really would’ve torn you apart back there,” he finally said.Reginald let out a soft chuckle, but there was no humor in it. “You saw that, huh?”“Saw it? I was two seconds away from throwing one of them through the damn window.”That got a real laugh out of Reginald, though it was brief. He exhaled and rubbed his face. He looked very tired. “I knew they’d be angry. But I didn’t expect…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “Actually, no. That’s a lie. I did expect it. I just didn’t want to admit it to myself.”Roman didn't reply immediately. He understood that feeling all too well. Trusting pe

The conference room had a cold efficiency to it. It was all polished wood, sleek black chairs, and a long glass table that reflected the glow of the lights on it. Roman sat at one end, calmly. Reginald sat beside him, looking slightly more tense, but there was a quiet steel in his eyes.Across from them sat Walter Bishop and his team, five of the best corporate lawyers in that country.Walter adjusted his tie before clearing his throat. “Gentlemen, let’s get straight to business.”A younger lawyer, a woman named Sienna Graves, leaned forward. “The Vaughns have filed a claim of coercion, and fraud against Mr Roman, and mental instability against Mr Vaughn.”Reginald let out a sharp laugh. “They’re calling me insane now?”Walter’s expression remained serious. “They don’t have proof, but they don’t need proof. They just need enough doubt to drag this case into the mud.”Roman exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. “Classic distraction tactic. If they can’t win, they’ll make a mess.”

Roman and Reginald stepped out of the courthouse, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows on the pavement. They had just finished the first court hearing. The session had been tense, with Gabriel Langston throwing every trick he had at them, but they had held their ground. Still, as they made their way toward the car, Roman could see the worry on Reginald’s face.“They’re relentless,” the old man muttered, shaking his head. “I knew my children were greedy, but the lengths they’re willing to go…”Roman placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “They’re desperate. And desperate people make mistakes. We just have to stay ahead of them.”Once they reached the hotel, Roman immediately called his legal team for a follow-up meeting. Walter Bishop, sat across from him in the hotel suite’s lounge, his briefcase open with notes scattered across the coffee table.“They’re pushing the psychiatric evaluation angle hard,” Walter began. “If we don’t counter it properly, the judge might be swa

Kade stood by the window, with his arms crossed tight. He had been pacing for the last twenty minutes. He was frustrated. Across the room, Roman sat behind the glass desk. He had helped Reginald get a place to stay safely some days ago, amidst the war with the Vaughns. He could not afford to put the old man in harm's way. “They must think I’m an idiot,” Roman finally said. Kade turned. “I don’t even know if they think at all. Paying off more people to try and discredit you and their father.”Roman’s lips twitched. “That would explain why they played their hand so recklessly.” He leaned back in his chair and exhaled. “How far along are we with the evidence?”Kade’s frustration faded. “Far enough to bury them.”He strode over to the desk, placing his phone down and tapping the screen. A grainy audio clip played—static-filled but clear enough to make out voices.“Yeah, I got the money. Look, I did what they said—went on camera, told the whole story. Man, that Roman guy didn’t even see