MICHAEL'S POVSarah turned to Elena, holding the receipt firmly in her hands. "Grandma, this receipt is absolutely real. The bank director issued it himself, right in front of us."Elena's hands trembled as she stared at the document, her mind still refusing to accept what she was seeing. "But... but what if it's some kind of fake? These days, people can forge anything!""Grandma, it's not fake!" Sarah's voice carried a mixture of exasperation and amazement. "The Hamilton patriarch received the bank alert on his phone! The money is actually in his account!""One hundred million dollars," Carmen whispered, still in a daze. "Michael actually has one hundred million dollars."Elena shook her head vigorously. "I still can't believe it. There has to be some explanation. People like Michael don't just have that kind of money lying around!"Before anyone could respond, the sound of multiple car engines roared outside the bank. Through the large glass windows, we could see a convoy of luxury

MICHAEL'S POVI raised my head and caught Derek's furious glare. The sight of his twisted expression actually made me smile. Here was a man who had spent years believing he was superior to me, and now reality had shattered his delusions completely.Derek's face contorted with rage as our eyes met. "This isn't over, Thompson!" he snarled, then turned and kicked the bank door so hard it rattled in its frame."Such poor sportsmanship," one of the Hamilton servants commented with disdain."Embarrassing behavior from someone claiming to be from a good family," the Hamilton matriarch added coldly.Derek stormed out without another word, leaving a trail of hostile energy behind him. Sarah was still too stunned by everything that had happened to even notice his dramatic exit.Mr. Davidson approached us with a folder in his hands. "Mr. Thompson, I have the printed confirmation of your transfer, along with a formal written apology from our institution for the treatment you received today."He h

MICHAEL'S POVI paced back and forth in the hospital corridor, my hands clenched into fists as rage coursed through my veins. The audacity of Isaac leaving that message right outside my grandfather's room made my blood boil."Michael, you need to calm down," Victoria said, keeping pace beside me. "Your anger won't solve anything right now.""Calm down?" I spun around to face her. "He shot my grandfather, Victoria! And now he's leaving threatening messages at his hospital room! How am I supposed to calm down?""I understand your fury, but—""No, you don't understand!" I interrupted. "This man destroyed my family once before. He killed my parents, tried to destroy everything my grandfather built, and now he's back for more!"Victoria stepped closer, her voice becoming more urgent. "That's exactly why you need to think strategically here. Isaac isn't some random thug—he's dangerous, calculated, and clearly has resources.""So what are you suggesting?" I asked, though I could see where th

MICHAEL'S POV"Michael, please!" Victoria grabbed my arm as I headed toward the hospital exit. "You cannot go there in this state of mind!""Let go of me, Victoria," I said coldly, shaking off her grip. "I'm done hiding from Isaac.""This isn't about hiding!" she protested, following me as I strode down the corridor. "This is about being smart! You're walking straight into his trap!""So what?" I snapped back. "Should I just let him destroy everything my grandfather built while I cower in some corner?""That's not what I'm saying—""Then what ARE you saying?" I spun around to face her, my eyes blazing with fury. "That I should negotiate with the man who murdered my parents? That I should share my inheritance with a killer?"Victoria's face paled at my tone. "Michael, you're not thinking clearly. Isaac is dangerous—""I know exactly how dangerous he is!" I cut her off. "Which is why this ends today. Come with me or don't, but I'm going to that company.""Fine," she said through gritted

Isaac pressed his phone to his ear with a smug expression, making no attempt to hide his conversation from me."Send them all," he said loudly into the device. "Every man you can spare. My dear nephew thinks he can handle this situation alone."I stepped closer, my jaw clenched. "What are you doing, Isaac?"He held up one finger, signaling me to wait as he continued his call. "That's right. Full force. I want this building surrounded in five minutes.""Isaac!" I demanded. "What's that call about?"He ended the call and slipped the phone back into his pocket, that same sick smile spreading across his bloodied face. "Oh, Michael, you're so impatient. Just wait a few minutes. You'll see soon enough.""See what?" Victoria asked nervously from behind me."A demonstration," Isaac replied, wiping more blood from his mouth. "A lesson in what real power looks like."The employees who had been cowering behind desks and walls began murmuring anxiously among themselves."What kind of demonstratio