Henry sipped his wine slowly, his eyes tracking Sebastian Leonhart from across the courtyard.The fundraiser glimmered with foreign investors, political aides, and business moguls pretending to smile through champagne lies. But Henry wasn’t here to impress anyone.He was here for what was buried beneath their feet.System Prompt:Objective: Retrieve Second Leonhart SealClue: Vault hidden beneath study, sealed with dual-authentication—voice and bloodline.Stealth Mode Suggested – Risk of Public Fallout: HIGHHenry moved away from the crowd, blending in with a pair of guests discussing oil shares. He knew the layout from memory—Sebastian’s study was upstairs in the east wing.And if the system was right, so was the vault.⸻“Sir, guests aren’t allowed upstairs,” said a security guard near the staircase.Henry pulled out a black card embossed with silver:TradeNet Executive Access — Media Liaison.“Press wants a photo with Mr. Leonhart’s award collection,” he said smoothly. “He told me

Lagos, NigeriaTwo days later.The Leonhart Private Jet touched down at Murtala Muhammed Airport, but this time, Henry wasn’t returning as a scorned son-in-law.He was returning as the rightful heir of a billion-dollar legacy.System Notification:All Three Seals Assembled.Takeover Protocol Ready to Execute – “Lion’s Return”Activate via Leonhart Holdings HQ – Victoria Island, LagosLegal Status: 100% ValidPublic Disruption Risk: MediumInside the armored black Range Rover waiting for him, Chief Okoye sat quietly, sunglasses perched on his nose.“You’ve changed,” he said as Henry slid in.Henry smirked. “So has the war.”The chief offered him a file. “Your uncle Sebastian has already moved. He’s called for an emergency shareholders’ meeting. He wants to appoint a new heir before you can make your claim.”Henry opened the file. Inside were photos, wire transfers, and legal maneuverings Sebastian had made to undermine him.“Too late,” Henry muttered.He pulled a silver pen from his ja

Victoria Island, LagosTwo days after the takeover.The Leonhart Holdings lobby was packed with media cameras, flashing lights, and murmured gossip. Everyone wanted to see the new emperor.But Henry wasn’t in the mood for photos.Not when the system kept whispering one name:Codename Detected: Agent KairoStatus: Infiltration ActiveAlias: Kenna Madu – Legal Attaché to West African Business CouncilThreat Level: Classified – Origin UnknownObjective: UndisclosedCaution: High charm index – risk of seduction or emotional manipulation.Henry raised an eyebrow as he flipped through the security brief in his office. “Kenna Madu…”She’d just been assigned by the council to “assist” Leonhart Holdings with restructuring and international legal affairs. But no one had heard of her until 48 hours ago. Her records were too clean. Her trail too convenient.System Prompt:Advisory: This individual has ties to at least two flagged organizations involved in Project Vulture.Engagement Recommended –

Lagos – Leonhart Holdings, Sub-Level Intelligence WingMidnight.Beneath the glimmering skyscraper of Leonhart Holdings was a level that didn’t exist on public blueprints.Here, surveillance feeds from around the world streamed across massive screens. Phone lines were tapped, emails intercepted, and movement patterns tracked.And at the center of it all stood Henry—no longer the hidden son-in-law, but the commander of a rising empire.System Alert:Syndicate Tracing Protocol ActivatedTarget: The Order that Orchestrated Amarachi Leonhart’s DeathStatus: Fragmented – Key Node Located in AbujaCodename: Black RookWarning: Operatives Connected to Kenna MaduHenry stared at the dossier on the screen. The symbol he’d seen once in his mother’s journal—a rook chess piece wrapped in thorns—now burned into his mind.“They used us for arms, cover, and money laundering,” said Mrs. Nkemdili from behind him. “When Amarachi found out, they made her disappear.”Henry’s voice was cold. “No. They mad

Nairobi, Kenya – East African Continental SummitFour Days Later.The private terminal at Jomo Kenyatta International Airport buzzed with military escorts and bulletproof convoys. The richest men and most powerful players from across the continent had arrived for one reason:To decide who would control Africa’s next decade.Henry Leonhart stepped off the Leonhart jet wearing a tailored navy-blue three-piece suit, flanked by Chief Okoye and a discreet tactical security team. His presence turned heads—not just because of his youth or his rise, but because everyone had heard about his war with the Black Syndicate.And everyone knew Chuka Madueke would be there.System Prompt:Main Quest Progression:“The Enemy of Legacy” – Chuka Madueke IdentifiedObjective: Expose him before Summit vote concludesOptional: Secure allies among rival conglomeratesRisk Level: 78% – High possibility of assassination attempt⸻Summit Day One – The Grand HallThe hall was carved from glass and obsidian. Secu