The following morning, Yemin sat in the sterile visiting room of the county jail, his orange jumpsuit a stark contrast to his usual tailored suits. The metal table between him and his visitor was scarred with years of use, and the fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across the room.The fake Alexander Ashford walked in with a swagger, his expensive suit and confident smile making him look every inch the successful billionaire he was pretending to be. He settled into the chair across from Yemin with obvious satisfaction."Well, well, well," the impostor began, his voice dripping with smugness. "Look how the mighty have fallen. Not so tough when you're behind bars, are you?"Yemin regarded him with cold indifference. "Why are you here?""To gloat, obviously," the fake replied with a harsh laugh. "You thought you were so clever, so untouchable. But here's the thing you never understood, Yemin – you might be richer, but Justin has power. And power is always more important than money.""

The Grand Ballroom at the Metropolitan Hotel buzzed with electric energy as reporters, cameras, and curious onlookers filled every available space. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as news personalities from major networks positioned themselves for the best angles. The general public, drawn by the spectacle of a billionaire supposedly giving away his entire fortune, crowded behind the media barriers.Tony Marcelli stood at the ornate podium, looking every inch the benevolent philanthropist in his perfectly tailored suit. The forged document lay spread across the table beside him, ready for what he hoped would be the performance of his lifetime."Ladies and gentlemen," he began, his voice carrying across the packed ballroom. "Thank you all for coming to witness what I believe will be a historic moment in philanthropic history."The crowd murmured with excitement, cameras flashing as reporters jotted down notes. Tony smiled, feeding off the attention."After much soul-search

With the fake Alexander Ashford situation resolved, Yemin's mind shifted to his next target. Justin had crossed too many lines, but what infuriated him most was how the man had weaponized a father's love for his sick child. Such manipulation was unforgivable, and it was time to strike back with precision.Yemin arranged a clandestine meeting through encrypted channels, sending a simple message to Matteo Valerio: "Pier 47, Warehouse 12, midnight. Come alone."The abandoned warehouse district was shrouded in fog as Matteo's black sedan pulled up to the designated location. The senator stepped out cautiously, his expensive suit looking out of place in the industrial wasteland. He had expected to meet with one of his usual informants, but when he pushed open the heavy warehouse door, his blood ran cold.Yemin stood in the center of the empty space, a single overhead light casting stark shadows across his face."What the hell?" Matteo gasped, his hand instinctively moving toward the concea

The heavy oak doors swung open as Justin Castellanos stepped into Matteo Valerio's luxurious study. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing across expensive furniture."Justin, thank you for coming," Matteo said, gesturing to a chair.Justin remained standing, his cold eyes scanning the room. "You said it was urgent. What do you want?""I wanted to discuss Yemin Morgan," Matteo began carefully. "Do you have any solid plans for dealing with him?"Justin's expression darkened instantly. "Since when do you have the fucking balls to question me about my methods? Since when do you think you have the right to ask me about such things?""I'm not questioning you, Justin. I'm just concerned—""Concerned?" Justin's voice dripped with contempt. "You're concerned? Listen to me very carefully, you spineless piece of shit. Yemin Morgan is nothing more than a minor nuisance who will be dealt with when I decide to deal with him.""But he's already caused significant damage," Matteo pressed. "He got y

Yemin stared at the elegantly wrapped box in his hands, curiosity getting the better of him despite his suspicions.The weight felt wrong somehow, too heavy for its size, and there was something unsettling about Jonathan Blackwood's expectant smile."Well?" Jonathan asked, his voice dripping with anticipation. "Aren't you going to open your gift?"Yemin carefully unwrapped the box, his fingers working methodically at the ribbon and paper. As he lifted the lid, the metallic scent of blood hit him immediately, followed by the sight that made his stomach lurch.Matteo Valerio's severed head stared back at him with lifeless eyes, the politician's face frozen in an expression of terror and pain."What the fuck is the meaning of this?" Yemin asked, his voice steady despite the gruesome contents.Jonathan's smile widened with sadistic pleasure. "That, my dear Mr. Morgan, is what happens to people who betray the Sphinx organization. Poor Matteo made the fatal mistake of listening to your pois