Three days after his recovery, Yemin was sitting in his hospital bed reviewing business reports when a courier delivered an elegant black envelope bearing the seal of the International Billionaire's Consortium.The invitation was embossed on gold paper, announcing the annual billionaire retreat at the exclusive Montclair Estate."Interesting timing," Yemin mused as he read the formal invitation. His recent public exposure as Alexander Ashford had confirmed his status among the world's wealthiest individuals, earning him entry into circles that had previously been closed to him.What made the invitation particularly intriguing was the guest list attached. Among the names of tech moguls, oil barons, and media tycoons was one that caught his immediate attention: Justin Castellanos."Perfect," Yemin said with a cold smile. "Time to finish this face to face."Despite his doctor's protests about early discharge, Yemin checked himself out of the hospital and began preparations for the retrea

The tension between Yemin and Justin was palpable when petroleum executive Harold Blackstone stepped forward, clearly eager to curry favor with what he perceived as the more powerful man in the room."Excuse me," Harold said, positioning himself beside Justin with obvious deference. "I couldn't help but overhear this conversation, and I have to say, Mr. Morgan, you should show some respect here."Yemin turned his attention to Harold, studying the man from head to toe with cool disdain. Harold was typical of the breed – expensively dressed, desperately insecure, and willing to attach himself to anyone he thought could advance his interests."Respect for what exactly?" Yemin asked with mild curiosity."For what Justin Castellanos has accomplished," Harold said, his voice growing more confident as he sensed support from nearby guests. "This man has done more for our city than you could ever imagine. Meanwhile, all I hear about you is spending money on women and flashy cars."Yemin looked

As the elevator doors opened on the ground floor, a crowd of concerned billionaires and staff members immediately surrounded the nine survivors. The relief and chaos were palpable as people pressed forward with questions and offers of assistance."Thank God you're all alive!" Charles Whitmore exclaimed, pushing through the crowd. "We felt the earthquake and heard about the elevator malfunction. Are you injured? Do you need medical attention?""We're okay," Patricia Williams said shakily, still visibly rattled by the experience."It was terrifying," Victoria Sterling added, accepting a glass of water from a concerned staff member. "We thought we were going to die in there."The crowd murmured with sympathy and concern, but before anyone could provide detailed explanations of what had happened, Justin Castellanos appeared, pushing his way through the gathered people with an expression of manufactured relief and concern."Thank goodness everyone is safe!" Justin announced loudly, his voi

Chapter 286Two days after the disastrous billionaire retreat, Yemin sat in his penthouse office with Marcus Chen, reviewing the fallout from the elevator incident and planning their next moves against Justin Castellanos's crumbling empire."So he actually proposed a face-to-face meeting?" Marcus asked, his expression skeptical."He did," Yemin confirmed. "Said it was time to put all our cards on the table and settle things once and for all."Marcus leaned back in his chair, his years of experience in corporate warfare making him immediately suspicious of such direct approaches."It's undoubtedly a trap," Marcus said firmly. "Justin Castellanos doesn't do anything without multiple hidden agendas. The man who tried to drop an elevator on your head isn't suddenly interested in honest negotiations.""I'm aware of that," Yemin replied calmly. "But I'm curious to hear what he has to say. Sometimes your enemies reveal more about their weaknesses when they think they're in control.""And if

Yemin looked at Marcus Collins standing in the shadows of the underground parking garage and let out a derisive scoff. The appearance of Justin's enforcer was so predictable that it bordered on comedy."I should have known," Yemin said, shaking his head with disgust. "Even when you claim to want a fair fight, you still can't resist stacking the deck in your favor."Justin spread his hands in a gesture of mock innocence. "What are you talking about? This is exactly what we agreed to – a final confrontation to settle our differences.""A final confrontation between the two of us," Yemin corrected coldly. "Not between me and your personal attack dog.""Personal attack dog?" Marcus Collins stepped forward, his enhanced physique evident even in the dim fluorescent lighting. "That's rich coming from someone who hides behind money and connections.""At least I don't hide behind other people," Yemin shot back. "Tell me, Justin, are you that scared of losing to me that you brought your lapdog