Since that moment of the Raka Live Broadcast, the media buzz hadn't died down. If anything, it was only getting louder. Every major business outlet in Jakarta and even a few in Singapore and Hong Kong ran headlines on Raka Pratama. "The Rising power," "From Shadow to King," and "The Pratama Group's True Heir Reshapes the Game." Photos of him standing beside Alaric Weiss and Selene were everywhere. Behind the scenes, powerful figures had started paying attention. Investors who once backed Raza Mahardika were quietly withdrawing. Contracts were being paused. Phone calls went unanswered. A few high profile logistics clients even reached out to Pratama Group, asking to renegotiate their deals this time under Raka. In the Santoso mansion, the tension was like glass, ready to shatter. Rini Santoso slammed a magazine on the table. “Look at this! They’re calling him a national asset now. That good for nothing boy is stealing everything you built Raza!” Nadine stood nearby, arm

... two Weeks Later, at the Pratama Group Headquarters , an urgent executive meeting had been called, and every seat was filled in the Boardroom. New faces were present, fresh board members and strategic partners, all handpicked by Raka Pratama himself. Selene sat calmly beside him, her presence was as firm and composed as ever. She picked up Her phone and put it on silent, immediately she hung a call. The call was from Switzerland, it was no other company than the billion dollar empire " WeissCorp". Alaric Weiss had just confirmed from Switzerland , this time from that WeissCorp’s Southeast Asia division was officially aligned with Pratama Group’s next local expansion move. Raka stood, buttoning his dark grey suit jacket with calm confidence. On the massive digital screen behind him, a map of Southeast Asia came to life. “We’ve restructured the board and now, we restructure our territory,” Raka said clearly. The screen highlighted major cities: Bangkok, Thailand - New lo

The next morning, a black car with the Pratama Group emblem rolled up to a modest neighborhood in East Jakarta. Andi Saputra stood outside his small house, still surprised and disbelief. His neighbors watched from their windows, they were twhispering in awe. A uniformed driver stepped out and opened the door for him. “Pak Andi Saputra? You’re expected at Pratama Towers.” He stepped in quietly, adjusting his only good shirt. His hands tremble d. His heart raced. He still couldn’t believe what was happening. Two hours later, he stood before Pratama Towers, the tallest skyscraper of glass and steel that reached the clouds. Staff bowed, doors opened automatically, and executives greeted him with respectful nods. He was led to the top floor, past shining marble floors and private elevators, straight into a boardroom. There, Raka sat waiting with several board members. “Welcome to your new home, Pak Saputra,” one of them said. Raka smiled at him. “You’re weren't just a frien

... weeks had passed and the media was still buzzing nonstop about the new alliance between Mahardika International and the rising foreign giant The Al-Dhafra Global Enterprise. The News flooded every screen and newspaper in Jakarta. Famous Business shows called it a “game changer,” Top Industry leaders claimed Reza Mahardika had finally sealed his place as a true global power. and he had just won the game. The headlines read. “New Era,” one paper read. “Mahardika Goes Global,” another said. But the truth was far from the headlines. At the heart of the glowing alliance stood Andi Saputra, now the trusted face of Al-Dhafra Global Enterprise operations. But every step he took, every check he signed, every business deal approved was quietly controlled by Raka Pratama. Inside Mahardika Headquarters Reza had never felt more powerful. Andi had become his closest business ally sponsoring his new real estate ventures, backing his smart logistics project, even offering foreign t

But far from the chatter and cheers, in a quiet part of Jakarta, Raka sat with Selene, watching the interview on a screen. He didn’t flinch at Rini’s words. Selene glanced at him. “She’s making this personal.” Raka replied softly, “It always was.” He reached for a folder and handed it to her. “Andi sent the latest list. Reza thinks he’s winning, but every deal he signs… every asset he claims… they all walk closer into our trap.” Selene opened the folder and smiled. “Jakarta’s future won’t be written in gold,” she said. “It’ll be written in silence… until the moment we strike.” *** Finally, Two weeks Later,it was now the grand unveiling For the tech project that had been going all about in the news. It was set in the heart of Jakarta. Massive billboards lit up the skyline with one name: Reza Mahardika. The media buzzed, reporters gathered, cameras rolled. He had promised the people something new. Something great. "Now Jakarta, meet the future," Reza said, standing on