The Callahan war room was a hive of quiet work. Screens glowed with maps, names, and complex lines showing connections. Caleb stood by the main table. Mr. Callahan leaned over a large map. Mr. Richard pointed to different areas on a screen. KJ stood back, watching, his face calm."We have put all the pieces together," Mr. Callahan said. His voice was low, serious. "Every bit of information. From our old files. From what Caleb found. From what KJ has shared."Mr. Richard tapped a finger on the main screen. A face appeared. It was Victor. "This is V1," Mr. Richard stated. "Victor. Tony's birth father. He is the boss. The one who gives the main orders. The one who planned everything against you, Caleb. He is the one who wanted your mother dead."Caleb's hands tightened into fists at his sides. He looked at Victor's face on the screen. The anger was a hot fire inside him."And this one," Mr. Richard moved to another screen. A different man's face showed up. This man was rougher, with hard

The alley was dark and narrow. cold and smelled of garbage. Caleb rode his bike fast into the gloom, following the hidden instructions. He stopped. The engine turned off. A deep silence fell.Then, a shape moved in the dim light. It was Tony. He stood there, a smirk on his face.Caleb got off his bike. He looked at Tony. "I can't believe you are my biggest fan. To do all this, just to make me come to you." His voice was low, filled with anger.Tony's smirk grew wider. "Talk all you want, pauper. But one thing I can promise you is that you won't walk out of here alive."Caleb smiled back, a cold, humorless smile. "You did this to someone you called your wife. Just for me. Oh, no, Tony. How could you?"Just then, a tall, strong man stepped out of the deep shadows. His face was hard. Cathy was with him. Her hands were tied in front. There was blood on her white clothes. She looked scared.Caleb's eyes fixed on the tall man. He knew that face. "V1," Caleb said. He stood straighter. His bo

Mr. Callahan's big office felt like a secret. Mr. Callahan sat at his large desk, his face serious. Mr. Richard stood by a map on the wall, looking at the glowing lines. Caleb stood in front of the desk, his arm still a little stiff from the cut he had hidden, but he showed no sign of pain. He listened carefully to his father's words."This is the plan," Mr. Callahan said, his voice low and firm. "From now on, we act like nothing ever happened in that alley. We act like we still don't know Tony is Victor's son. Even though we do. We will keep this secret tightly."Caleb nodded slowly. He understood the meaning behind his father's words. "It will be hard, Father," he said. "To see him. To know what he truly is.""I know it will be hard," Mr. Callahan agreed, his eyes fixed on Caleb. "But it is safer this way. If they think we know the truth, they will change all their plans. They will hide deeper. They will be harder to find. We want them to feel safe. We want them to th

The grand board room at Reed Medical Centre buzzed with hushed whispers. Mr. Reed sat at the head of the long table, a satisfied smirk on his face. Michael was next to him, looking equally pleased. They were ready to take what they thought was theirs.Just as Mr. Reed was about to speak again, the heavy double doors of the room swung open with a soft sigh. All eyes turned. Diana stood there, tall and straight, her eyes bright and clear. She looked calm. Too calm."Here you are," Diana said, her voice clear and strong, cutting through the silence. "I have been looking everywhere for you all." A small, knowing smile played on her lips.Michael shot up from his seat, his face losing its happy look. "Dian, what are you doing here?" he asked, his voice sharp with surprise.As Diana stepped further into the room, something strange happened. All the shareholders, the important people sitting around the table, slowly began to stand up. They looked at Diana, some nodding their heads, some givi

The streetlights in Hudson Park cast long, thin shadows across the ground. Michael stood across from Tony, the weight of his words hanging heavy between them in the cool night air. "You want me to kill your sister?" Tony asked, his voice low and calm. Inside, a sharp, cold feeling touched him. Michael's request was brutal, even for him. Michael looked at Tony, his face hard and unmoving. "Not you," he said, his voice flat. "Your father. I know you wouldn't have the guts to do it yourself." Tony felt a sudden, hot sting of hurt. He hated being called weak, especially by someone like Michael. But he let no sign of it show on his face. He kept his expression blank, unreadable. "Alright," he said, his voice even. "I will pass your message to him." Michael shook his head slowly. "No. That's not enough. I want to meet your father directly. I need to speak with Victor myself." Tony felt a jolt go through him. His body stiffened, a surge of shock running through his veins. How could Mich