The night was heavy with silence, the kind that carried weight, pressing against the walls of Chike’s safe house like a phantom suffocating the air. Outside, the city of Lagos burned with restless life cars honking, generators humming, shadows moving beneath streetlights but inside the dimly lit study, a storm brewed that had nothing to do with the chaos beyond.Chike sat at the wide mahogany desk, fingers tapping against the wood, his gaze fixed on the glowing interface projected before him. The System of the Forgotten Heir pulsed faintly, whispering calculations, red flagged reports, and fragmented data from his network. Numbers rolled across the screen like soldiers marching to war. Yet, for all the data the system fed him, his mind kept circling back to the same gnawing truth: someone had betrayed him.He leaned back in the chair, the leather groaning under his weight. Betrayal was not new to him his wife’s family had cast him aside, his enemies had schemed to bury him, and The Re