Brent Walker sat alone in the dim light of his small new office. It was a far cry from the towering glass walls of Walker International. The city buzzed outside, oblivious to the storm brewing quietly beneath its surface. To everyone else, Brent Walker was finished. Bankrupt. Broken. A man who had lost everything. But Brent knew better. He leaned back in the leather chair, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he stared at the flickering screens before him. James’s latest report blinked in red on the primary monitor: Chen Industries’ overseas food processing plant was a mess waiting to explode. The perfect weak spot. The kind of vulnerability he could use to dismantle Sarah’s empire piece by piece. Brent’s lips curved into a faint smile. “Let’s start the games,” he whispered to himself, voice low but steady. His phone buzzed softly on

I sat alone in my small room, thoughts of the current happenings rushing through my mind. Behind the shadows... a mask I wasn't ready to reveal to the whole world yet, I was breaking them.The Chens.They were about to know where true power came from. They could try to break us, but there was something they kept on forgetting.That Brent Walker could never be outsmarted. Now that they thought I was out of the way, it is even more fun watching their carefully built empire crumble.In Sarah Chen's mind, Sophia Chamberlain was her new enemy... But what she didn't know was that is was the same old guy pulling strings in the darkness.The personal assistant and ex-boyfriend he humiliated years ago and reduced to nothing... Constantly spilling coffee in my clothes whenever she felt like, slapping me in front of board members, calling me a jerk infront of investors.All those years... It hurt so much, but I tried to endure. Thought

The next day. Brent Walker was up early and he was sure his team members were also up. He had informed them that a bus would come pick them up early at dawn. Yes, he wanted them to move out at dawn to prevent any attention from the media. Those people were always ready to flash their cameras at everything they saw. They were ready to make stories out of every single thing and Brent Walker wasn't up for that. That was why we decided on they moving out early at dawn. He was so sure that decision he had made was the right one. The new house they were moving to was what they needed. The base they needed to break their enemies into two. As he packed his stuff into small boxes, he just couldn't stop thinking how awful is enemies, especially Sarah Chen, was going to look like when they found out that he... Brent Walker was still the one behind this master plan revenge. As he continued, he chanced on a drawing Hope made for him on a small sheet years ago. It was the figure a s

The underground mansion hummed with a quiet intensity. The marble floors gleamed under the soft glow of recessed lights. The command center, which was a cavernous room lined with sleek monitors, pulsed with the heartbeat of Brent Walker’s... shadow war. The strike back... the war he had planned for all his enemies. His humiliaters. The Chens were his first target. He was going to break them in the shadows. In the amazing command room, maps, data streams, and live feeds from Chen Industries’ overseas food processing plant flickered across the screens. They casted a pale blue light over the team gathered around a massive oak conference table. The air there was... it was kinda thick with anticipation, the kind that made your skin prickle and your pulse quicken. It was late—past midnight—but no one was tired. Not tonight. it was too early to be tired because the show... the shadow war had just began. Brent stood at the head of the table, his silhouette sharp against the mo

Brent Walker sat in a quiet diner, dressed so nobody would know it was him. It was early morning, and the diner was old and calm. Red neon lights glowed outside, flickering like a secret signal.The booths were worn out, and the air smelled like coffee and greasy fries. Brent picked a corner seat, his eyes scanning everyone like a hawk. James and Adams sat across from him, their faces serious. A soft tune played from an old jukebox, and dishes clinked in the kitchen. Nobody paid attention to Brent, which was perfect. He was hiding a huge plan.Brent sipped his coffee, his face scrunching at the bitter taste. He wore a plain jacket, looking like any regular guy. But his brain was buzzing with sharp ideas. He was fighting a secret war against Charles and Sarah Chen. His team was working from a high-tech mansion hidden under a beat-up cottage. They were hitting Charles and Sarah hard, and the Chens thought Brent was weak. Big mi