The wheels of the private jet screeched lightly against the tarmac as the aircraft touched down at the capital's international airport. The booked flight had failed, as Jackson had to change his mind at the very last hour, just before the flight could take off.“We can’t leave Celestine behind, especially not now that she is mourning her friend.” Jackson had said, and Mr. Copper had agreed to it.He, too, had forgotten that Dr. Celestine had now being dragged into his problems the moment they involved her in the case with the DNA, and if they should leave her behind, there was no telling what the Whitelists may do to her.“So what now?” Mr. Copper asked.“There will be no need to board the flight anymore,” he said. “Just call in for the private jet instead. We’re living with Dr. Celestine.”And that was how their plans changed just a few minutes before their flights, as they called Dr. Celestine to tell her that she would be returning with them, as that was the only way they could tru

Jackson’s phone buzzed relentlessly beside his pillow as the morning sun filtered through his window. After the meeting with his friends, he had felt so much better, knowing that he could still count on them to help him with the cause he was pursuing in getting to find out what had led to Yvonne Tween’s kidnapping as well as the battles and conspiracies within the Hart’s Empire that he had also inherited.He had offered them to come stay with him in the penthouse at Sky Tower, but they had told him they’d consider the offer and get back to him.So, for now, he was there with Dr. Celestine as investigations were still ongoing as to who the masked man was that was captured in the CCTV footage who was seen leaving the lab just before the fire outbreak.The insurance company was still very much involved in the investigation, as they needed all proof that it was indeed arson before any plans of indemnification.Jackson groaned softly as the phone continued to ring, his eyes still heavy wi

“I stand before you today not as the Mystery Billionaire but as Jackson Hart—the son of Philip Hart and heir to the Hart’s Empire.”The words continued to echo in Senator Moore’s ears minutes after the press release, and that got him seething with anger as he slammed the remote control into the floor with such force that the plastic casing split, batteries tumbling across the carpet like retreating soldiers. His chest heaved. His fists shook. The veins on his temple throbbed as his eyes narrowed to hateful slits as every word, every phrase, and every sentence replayed in his head.“That insolent brat,” he growled, standing from the leather recliner like a volcano erupting from years of dormant rage. “He just spat in the face of everything we built—on live television.”He paced, his steps sharp and erratic, like a predator too furious to stay still as the press conference had unfolded like a car crash he couldn’t stop. And every word Jackson spoke had chipped away at his plans. The pr

Jackson stared out of the tinted window, lost in thought as they left Senator Patrick’s Estate, making their return to Sky Tower. The meeting had gone as expected, maybe even better. Senator Patrick’s vision, political influence, and deep-rooted rivalry with Senator Moore painted a clear picture—this wasn’t just a power struggle anymore and that there are those whom he could still call allies.The silence between him and Mr. Copper was comforting—until curiosity finally got the better of him.Hearing that his father had been in full support of Bruce Hamilton’s presidency and yet not once did the media pick it up and made a news about it still surprised him as he couldn’t help but wonder how his father had been able to do it.Just few weeks of pretending to be Mystery billionaire, he had almost come to the end of himself that he couldn’t keep up with it anymore, and yet according to Mr. Copper and the records he had stumbled upon, the Hart’s Empire have been established for almost two

The black SUV cruised through the moonlit back roads on the outskirts of the city, its headlights cutting across the dusty gravel trail that led into the dense Midland district. Inside the vehicle sat Jackson Hart, Mr. Copper, Director Whitaker, and Drake Lahm.Behind them, three police vehicles followed, each armed with tactical units ready to breach whatever lay ahead.Director Whitaker had informed the police department, and they were hoping to get there, rescue Yvonne Tween, and apprehend the abductors.Jackson sat forward in his seat, hands clasped together as his elbows rested on his knees. The weight of everything—the Empire, the threats, the betrayal, and now Yvonne—pressed heavily on his chest.His own fear was that nothing bad should happen to Yvonne because he was the one who had dragged her into the mess that she had now found herself.“You’re sure this is it?” Director Whitaker asked sharply, eyeing Drake from the front passenger seat.Drake nodded quickly. “This is the p