The conference room at the Sky Tower’s media center was already packed when Jackson stepped in.He knew what he was about to do was quite a declaration of open war with the enemies of the Hart's Empire but he was ready for it.The fact that everyone was beginning to accuse the Hart's Empire for what had happened to Yvonne was his way to get the real culprits.He knew if he declared open war with them on the basis that Yvonne Tween's testimony was their way to get the truth when she eventually wakes up from the coma, they'll go after her and try to silence her, making sure she doesn't wake up.And with the level of security that they had put in place to watch over Yvonne, it would be very easy to intercept anyone they'd be sending and if that happens, that person's confession might just do the job alongside Drake Lahm's testimony.The press had been summoned barely an hour before, but word had spread like wildfire. Rows of cameras, microphones, and flashing bulbs filled the space, all

It was still the very early hours of the morning when the black SUV quietly pulled into the secured compound of one of the Harts' properties at the outskirts of the city, far from prying eyes or political watchers. The property was one of many under the Hart Empire’s concealed assets, reserved for moments of crisis like this one.After rescuing Drake from Jack and his cohorts, Mr. Copper suggested that the safest place to have Drake stay where none of the members of the Red Tails could find him was that safe house.Drake had been lucky that Mr. Copper and one of the officers from the CIA had showed up right on time to salvage the situation, as he was already thinking he would get caught by Jack before help arrived.As for Mr. Copper, he didn't spare Drake the harsh words, asking him what he was thinking that made him leave the CIA facility."If not for the tracking chip that was installed in your phone, do you think we'd have been able to find you so easily?"Drake's eyes almost drop

It was just after midnight at St. Helena’s Medical Complex. The quiet halls hummed with fluorescent light and the soft whir of machines. In Room 302, Yvonne Tween lay motionless. Her vitals were stable, the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor the only sign that life still pulsed through her veins.It's been three days since she was rescued but she has yet to regain consciousness. Everyone was quietly offering their silent prayers, hoping that this won't be the end of the fashion queen whose presence once commanded attention—a real definition of beauty and class.Two nurses at the duty station dozed gently, the late-night shift dragging by. They didn’t notice the figure that slipped in through the emergency exit door at the far end of the hall.The security personnel that had been stationed to watch over her to prevent anyone from making any funny attempts on her life have stepped out to grab a bite at the hospital's cafeteria.They've been without food all evening and had asked the nu

The mood inside Andrew’s dorm room was strangely energetic despite the storm of events surrounding the Hart Empire. Andrew, James, Nancy, and Hailey were all gathered in a mix of excitement and secrecy. Pizza boxes lay forgotten on the side table, half-eaten snacks scattered around, but none of them were thinking about food.They were thinking about Jackson.Specifically, his birthday.“Twenty-two,” Andrew said, tapping a pen against his notepad.James nodded from where he sat cross-legged on the floor, arms folded. “And after everything he’s done for us, from back when we didn’t even know he was Mystery Billionaire… I mean, we owe him big time.”Nancy sat with her knees hugged to her chest, eyes misty with sentiment. “He showed all of us what it meant to have a friend, and the least we can do for him in return is to make his birthday special.”Hailey nodded in agreement. “I still remember how he pulled me out of complete despair after the whole Arowana fish tragedy. If not for him, I

Sky Tower glowed like a crown of fire in the heart of the city that evening. Every floor shimmered with golden light, the skyline a breathtaking silhouette against the stars. But no light in the tower burned brighter than the one that awaited Jackson Hart on the 52nd floor—where love, loyalty, and memory had all come together.Jackson stepped out of the elevator with Mr. Copper by his side, not suspecting anything. He had been told they had a private dinner meeting scheduled regarding new intelligence from Senator Stones' campaign—something about new endorsements. Jackson hadn’t even thought to question it. His mind had been too full lately. Of Yvonne. Of the failed assassination attempt. Of the countdown to the unknown legacy waiting for him in the room beneath Sky Tower.His friends had called him the previous day to ask him if he had any plans for his birthday but Jackson had told them he didn’t. He had told them that a lot had been going on around him lately and there wouldn’t be