As Yemin drove through the city streets, his mind already working on his next move, he dialed Marcus Chen's number."Marcus, I need you to dig into two corporations for me immediately," Yemin said without preamble. "Meridian Holdings and Apex Financial Solutions.""On it," Marcus replied. "What am I looking for?""Everything. Ownership structures, financial records, real estate holdings, anything that connects them to Justin Castellanos.""Give me thirty minutes," Marcus said, already typing rapidly in the background.Twenty minutes later, Marcus called back. "Got something on Meridian Holdings. It's an auction house operating out of the Sterling Tower downtown. They're laundering money through fake art sales.""How does it work?""Classic setup," Marcus explained. "They auction off near-worthless items for obscene prices. The buyers aren't actually interested in the items – they're just using the auction house to clean their dirty money.""Who's on the lease?" Yemin asked."Some low-

Justin stared at the screen of his phone in stunned silence as the flames consumed his money. The crackling of burning bills echoed through the video call, each pop and hiss representing thousands of dollars turning to ash."You're... you're insane," Justin whispered, his voice barely audible.Then the rage hit him like a tidal wave."You're going to pay for this!" Justin roared, his face contorted with fury. "Do you hear me, Yemin? I'm going to make you suffer for what you just did! You won't get away with this!""Won't I?" Yemin's voice was maddeningly calm through the phone. "It seems to me that I already have.""This is fifty million dollars!" Justin screamed. "Fifty million! Do you have any idea how long it took to accumulate that?""Years, I imagine," Yemin replied conversationally. "And it burned in minutes. Poetic, don't you think?""I'm going to destroy you!" Justin's hands shook with barely controlled violence. "I'm going to tear apart everything you've built! Your companies

James Franx leaned forward eagerly, his eyes bright with desperate ambition. "Mr. Castellanos, I can't tell you how honored I am to be here. Your reputation precedes you. Everyone knows you're the real power in this city—""Cut the ass-kissing," Justin interrupted harshly, his face twisted with disgust. "I don't have time for sycophants and brown-nosers. Get to the point or get out."James flinched at the rebuke but pressed on. "Of course, of course. I just wanted to express my admiration—""You wanted to express how pathetic and desperate you are," Justin said coldly. "I can see it written all over your face. You're a useless fool who got dumped by his girlfriend and now you want revenge.""That's not—" James started to protest."Don't lie to me," Justin cut him off. "I can smell desperation from a mile away. Now either tell me what you want or stop wasting my time."James swallowed hard, his pride wounded but his determination unshaken. "I have a way to take out Yemin Morgan. But I'

Yemin stood outside the casino as IRS agents continued their systematic seizure of assets. He pulled out his phone and dialed Justin Castellanos's number, a slight smile playing on his lips."Hello, Justin," Yemin said when the call connected. "I thought you'd want to know that your underground casino has been shut down. The IRS is seizing everything as we speak."He expected rage, screaming, threats of violence. Instead, silence greeted him on the other end of the line.Through the video call, Yemin could see Justin's face. It wasn't twisted with fury like before. Instead, Justin stared at him with an expression of cold, calculating hatred that was somehow more unnerving than any outburst.The silence stretched on for several long seconds. Justin's eyes never left the screen, boring into Yemin with lethal intensity.Then, without saying a single word, Justin ended the call.Justin turned away from his phone to face James Franx, who had been waiting nervously during the entire exchang

Yemin stared down at the contract in his hands, the dense legal text swimming before his eyes. The document was thick, filled with complex clauses and subclauses that would take hours to properly review. But time was a luxury he didn't have with James's thumb hovering over the dead man's switch.The contract had been expertly crafted by Justin Castellanos's team of lawyers. Hidden beneath layers of legal jargon was a simple but devastating provision: upon Yemin's death, all his assets, companies, properties, and wealth would be transferred to shell corporations controlled by Justin. It was essentially a death warrant disguised as a business agreement."I don't have time to read all of this," Yemin said, flipping through the pages."You don't need to," James replied with manic satisfaction. "Just sign where it's marked. That's all you need to worry about."Marcus Chen stepped forward, his face dark with anger. "Yemin, don't sign that document. Whatever it says, it's not worth your life