“I said, where is Master Jason?” Dante roared like his life was on the line. And it probably was. He was not alone. He had two other men and three ladies behind him in their suits, panicking as well.The security guards froze mid-step, dropping their hands as though burned. Carson’s smirk evaporated, his throat tightening. Mia gasped, covering her mouth. And Jason? Jason just stood there, calm as stone, his eyes glinting with the faintest spark of amusement.“Here he is, sir,” one of the guards motioned.“A… are you Mr. Jason Cole Echelon?” Mr. Dante asked, shivering.Jason didn’t respond, he didn’t even nod a bit. But the answer was clear. In a room full of mad dogs, barking relentlessly, the calmest cat was always the lion, sitting there quietly like the king he is.Without hesitation, Mr. Dante fell to his knees, clapped his hands together and pushed himself closer to Jason. “Forgive me, young master. I was in my office when Mrs. Elena called me. She told me the son of her boss wa

“Zane, no. Zane, please be sane, stop this, stop this right now! Don’t you dare fucking touch my sister!!” Victoria tried to command, but her voice was shaky, desperate.“Would you look at that? Zane, sane – rhymes so perfectly. Isn’t that insane?” Zane mocked, his grin stretching unnaturally wide. He tapped his temple like a deranged poet. “You should consider getting into hip-hop, sweetheart. But let’s get something straight—you’re in no position to give orders now, Victoria Lang. Out there, you’re the CEO of LangCorp. Down here? You’re my slave. I’m the boss. I have your sister. Tell me, what are you going to do now?” His giggle was sharp, slicing through the feed, while behind him her sister struggled, ropes cutting into her skin, muffled cries pleading for freedom.“P… please, Zane, please,” Victoria begged, her polished, powerful mask cracking into shards. Tears streaked down her flawless face, and her voice trembled. “Whatever this is… it’s between you and me. Please don’t put

Finally, Jason spoke, his calm voice reassuring, as if nothing explosive had just happened. “Mr. Dante, you’re a good man. I’ve read about you. Return to your post. All of you —please, continue your work. I’m glad to be your new boss, and I promise —you will love my management.” His lips curved faintly. “I have a few tricks up my sleeve for global expansion.”The executives straightened, nodding vigorously, relief washing over them like rain. The guards exhaled. Even the doctors seemed lighter. Jason had just declared himself not only their owner, but their shield.But Mia? Mia sat frozen on her hospital bed, her mind a storm. Jason Cole —the boy she thought she had outgrown — had just rewritten the rules of her world with one phone call. And deep in her chest, buried under the weight of fear and confusion, something quite uncanny flickered.Hope?The room slowly emptied, leaving only Jason and Mia. Jason’s steps were quiet, deliberate, as he walked toward her. Her lips parted, a tho

Jason stepped out of the hospital. The late afternoon sun cut across the asphalt, painting everything in gold, but he hardly noticed. His driver was already waiting by the sleek black car, holding the door open with his usual precision. Jason slid into the back seat, leaning his head briefly against the cool leather. His chest felt tight. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way—not after everything.Too many emotions rattled inside him. He was human too, whether the world liked to remember that or not. For all his stoicism, for all the cold control he had built like armor, it still hurt to see Mia like that. Broken. Crying. Even knowing she had done wrong, that she had chosen greed and selfishness over loyalty, it still dug at him. Jason hated seeing people hurt, even people who deserved it. That was his weakness. He wished it weren’t. He wished he could be like Marcus Aurelius, untouched, unmoved, a pillar of reason unshaken by sentiment. But he wasn’t.Still, he knew better than to dro

“We did it!” Alisha blurted out, her voice breaking the silence like a gunshot.Tori’s head snapped toward her, eyes wide with disbelief. “Alisha—” she hissed, but the damage was already done. Jason hadn’t flinched, hadn’t even blinked. He simply sat there, calm as stone, his hands resting lightly on his knees.“Go on,” Jason said, his voice even, almost detached.Alisha swallowed, her throat tight. The weight of his gaze pressed on her like an iron hand. “It was Mia’s idea,” she started, her words tumbling over each other. “She… she called us that morning. Said she needed us to back her up. That Priyanka was getting too bold, too… close to you. She wanted proof that Priyanka was dangerous.”Jason tilted his head slightly. “Proof.”Alisha nodded quickly, desperate to get it all out. “Yes. Proof. She said if something happened, if there was a confrontation, we should record it. That way, she could turn it against Priyanka. Make it look like Priyanka was… violent.”Tori’s lips pressed i