Marcus Chen stared at Marcus Collins across his office desk, the weight of impossible choices crushing down on him like a physical force. The threat to his family members hung in the air between them, more devastating than any weapon."You're talking about innocent children," Marcus said quietly, his voice hollow with defeat."I'm talking about collateral damage in a business transaction," Marcus Collins replied with cold indifference. "Nothing more, nothing less."Marcus Chen's hands trembled as he realized he had no choice. His pride, his loyalty to Yemin, his principles – none of it mattered when weighed against the lives of his daughters and grandchildren."If I sign over Group A," Marcus said slowly, "you'll leave my family alone?""Completely alone," Marcus Collins confirmed. "Your cooperation ensures their safety.""And if I refuse?""Then accidents start happening," Marcus Collins said with casual brutality. "Car crashes, home invasions, medical emergencies. Very tragic, very

Despite the overwhelming opposition from the other shareholders, Faye refused to back down. Her eyes blazed with defiance as she turned toward Marcus Chen, expecting him to stand with her against this blatant theft."Marcus might have intimidated these cowards," Faye said, gesturing dismissively at the other shareholders, "but Marcus Chen won't cave to such a pathetic demand. Will you, Marcus?"But when she looked at Marcus Chen for support, she found him staring at the table, unable to meet her eyes. His shoulders were slumped in defeat, and his face carried the haunted expression of a man who had already surrendered."Marcus?" Faye pressed, her voice becoming desperate. "Tell them this is insane. Tell them we're not selling Group A to this criminal."Marcus Chen finally raised his head, but the look in his eyes was one of broken resignation. "The fight is over, Faye," he said quietly. "Now we have to think about survival."The words hit Faye like a physical blow. She stared at Marcu

The whispered conversation was driving Justin insane with curiosity and frustration, but he didn't dare interrupt what was clearly a private moment between the two men.Yemin straightened up and picked up the contract that Marcus Chen had been about to sign. Without ceremony, he began tearing it into pieces, each rip echoing through the silent boardroom like a gunshot."This piece of garbage," Yemin said as he shredded the documents, "represents everything that's wrong with predatory business practices."Justin watched in horror as months of planning and legal maneuvering were literally torn to pieces before his eyes. "You can't do that!" he protested. "That's a legally binding contract!""Was a legally binding contract," Yemin corrected, letting the shredded remains fall to the floor like confetti. "Now it's just recycling."With the contract destroyed, Yemin turned to Faye, who was still sitting in stunned silence, tears streaming down her face. Her emotional state was clearly overw

Meanwhile, Marcus Collins had pursued Yemin into the wide corridor that led to the executive elevators. The space was elegant and spacious, with marble floors and expensive artwork lining the walls."Yemin!" Marcus Collins shouted. "Stop right there!"Yemin paused and turned around slowly, his expression one of mild curiosity rather than concern. "Did you want something, Marcus?""I want to know how you're still alive," Marcus Collins demanded, his enhanced physique coiled with tension."You want to know how I survived your pathetic attempt to kill me?" Yemin asked with amusement."It wasn't pathetic," Marcus Collins protested. "We kicked you into a pit and buried you under forty stories of concrete and steel. Nobody could survive that.""You're right," Yemin agreed. "Nobody could survive that. But then again, I'm not nobody.""That's impossible," Marcus Collins said, though doubt was creeping into his voice."The only thing that's impossible is your competence," Yemin replied with cu

The morning sun filtered through the curtains of Yemin's penthouse apartment, casting warm light across the marble floors where he sat with Faye, enjoying a quiet breakfast. Three months had passed since his public "death" and subsequent victory over Justin Castellanos and Marcus Collins. Life had settled into a peaceful routine that he had never thought possible.The secure phone beside his plate buzzed with an encrypted message notification. Yemin frowned, as very few people had access to this particular communication channel."Work?" Faye asked, noticing his expression."Probably," Yemin replied, picking up the device. "Marcus might have found something that needs my attention."But as he opened the message, his blood ran cold. The sender was listed as "Unknown," and attached was a single photograph that made his world tilt on its axis."What is it?" Faye asked, setting down her coffee cup. "You look like you've seen a ghost."Yemin stared at the image, his hands trembling slightly