The moment Antonio’s father drew his final breath, the stillness in the room shattered.A cry went up first from one of the maids who had been standing quietly near the door. It was sharp, raw, and full of disbelief. Within seconds, that cry spread through the mansion like wildfire. Voices rose from different corners of the house—shouts of grief, gasps of shock, muffled sobs, and loud wails that echoed down the long corridors.“The master is gone!”“Oh no… no, no…”“He’s dead—he’s really dead!”The Morris mansion, which had always carried an air of restrained dignity, dissolved into chaos. Servants dropped what they were holding. Some fell to their knees. Others pressed their palms to their mouths in disbelief. A few older staff members wept openly, tears streaming down their faces as they remembered the man who had once been both strict and generous, feared and respected.Antonio remained standing beside the bed.For a moment, he did not move.He looked down at his father’s still f

Antonio didn’t bother checking the time or questioning the urgency. Calls like this didn’t come without reason.“Yes,” he said.The voice on the other end belonged to one of his most trusted men, Kade. His tone was tense and measured.It was the voice of a man delivering news that could not be taken back.“Boss… we found something. And it’s not what we expected.”Antonio straightened at once, his posture rigid and alert. “Speak clearly.”There was a pause. Antonio could hear faint background noise on the line, the muted sounds of movement, the subtle hum of activity. Then Kade spoke again.“The people behind your father’s poisoning… they’re members of the Morris family.”The words struck Antonio like a physical blow to the chest.For a fraction of a second, his mind rejected them outright. The meaning didn’t register. It hovered in the air refusing to settle. He stood frozen, his fingers tightening around the phone as if grounding himself in something solid.For a moment, he thoug

The Morris family meeting was convened in haste, yet the weight hanging over it made the air feel heavy and stagnant. What should have been a routine gathering became something far darker the moment the summons went out. Calls were made quietly. Messages were sent in coded language. Within hours, the estate was alive with tension.Within a short time, nearly every branch of the Morris extended family had sent representatives. Uncles with hardened expressions. Aunts whispering behind raised hands. Cousins seated stiffly, eyes darting across the room. Even distant relatives—some who had not stepped foot in the estate for years—now filled the hall, drawn by scandal, fear, and opportunity. Their voices overlapped in low, heated murmurs as they took their seats, suspicion thickening with every exchanged glance.At the head of the table sat Bower Morris, Victor's father.His posture was stiff, his back straight, and his fingers interlocked tightly before him. His expression was severe

Antonio stood in the sleek, sunlit offices of Bellagio Pharmaceuticals. Lab assistants moved briskly between workstations, carefully monitoring chemical reactions, logging precise measurements, and checking data on glowing tablets. The hum of sophisticated equipment filled the room, punctuated occasionally by the quiet beeping of incubators and centrifuges. The production of the anti-aging drug was in full swing, and the first batch had just been finalized. Antonio’s gaze drifted over the meticulously labeled vials, their liquid shimmering like liquid gold under the bright lab lights. The sight filled him with a mixture of pride and anticipation, knowing that these small containers represented months of meticulous research, sleepless nights, and relentless ambition. Cynthia, standing beside him with a subtle yet radiant smile, watched him closely. “Antonio, look at it,” she said softly, her voice tinged with awe. “It’s perfect. All of your effort… it’s finally here.” Antoni

The following day at the Longevity Palace, the atmosphere was electric with energy and determination. The massive glass doors swung open as employees filed in, each carrying the focus and ambition that had become characteristic of Bellagio Pharmaceuticals. Antonio, as always, arrived early, moving through the corridors with a quiet command that immediately set the tone for the day. The production of a new line of highly potent and effective drugs was scheduled to commence, and everyone involved knew the stakes were high. Liora arrived shortly after, her mind buzzing with ideas. She had spent the previous evening reviewing research and examining production processes, thinking of ways to maximize efficiency without compromising quality. The moment she stepped into the production hall, she approached Antonio with a list of her suggestions. “We could increase the yield by adjusting the synthesis timing and incorporating the micro-reactors we discussed,” she said, pointing to her n