Frank walked across the university campus, his mind still processing the news from Mona about Harry's decision to step back. The satisfaction he had expected to feel was overshadowed by a gnawing frustration—this wasn't how it was supposed to end. Harry was supposed to suffer, not simply walk away.His phone rang, interrupting his brooding. The name on the screen made his stomach tighten: Gage Thornhill, Senior Partner at Thornhill & Associates."Mr. Solomon," came the crisp, authoritative voice when Frank answered. "I trust you have a moment to discuss business matters.""Of course, Mr. Thornhill," Frank replied, forcing his voice to remain steady. "How can I help you?""I'm calling to inquire about the progress of Solomon Industries under your management. It's been several months since the transition was finalized, and I need a comprehensive update."Frank's mind raced. "Transition? I'm sorry, but I'm not sure what you're referring to.""Don't play coy with me, Mr. Solomon," Thornhi

Harry watched Mona's figure by the library entrance, noting the calculating expression on her face as she observed them from a distance."She doesn't look happy seeing us together," Harry observed quietly.Alice followed his gaze and grimaced. "She's probably furious that her little deception didn't work the way she planned.""What do you think she's thinking right now?""Probably wondering what we discussed and whether we figured out what she did," Alice replied. "Harry, I need to tell you something else about yesterday.""What?""Mona didn't just read your message and delete it from my phone," Alice said, her voice tight with anger. "She actually responded to you, pretending to be me. She made you think I agreed with your decision to step back."Harry stopped walking, staring at Alice in shock. "She impersonated you?""Completely. She used my phone, my identity, my voice—digitally speaking—to manipulate both of us.""That's..." Harry struggled to find words for the level of betrayal

Mona's smile was thin and disbelieving. "Just friends? Alice, please. I've seen the way you look at him, the way you defend him. You're clearly infatuated.""My relationship with Harry is none of your business.""It is my business when my little sister is being manipulated by a gold-digger," Mona said with cruel satisfaction. "Alice, open your eyes. That boy is dirt poor. He's obviously using you for your money and connections.""Harry has never asked me for money," Alice protested."Of course not directly," Mona scoffed. "He's smarter than that. He's playing the long game—making you feel special, making you think he cares about you for yourself. But what happens when you're married and he has access to your trust fund?""You're disgusting," Alice said, her voice shaking with rage. "Harry risked his life to save me when I was kidnapped. He's shown more loyalty and courage than anyone in this family ever has.""Oh, please," Mona laughed harshly. "That kidnapping was probably staged. Ha

It had been more than two days since the Black Vultures sent their threatening message to Frank, and they had received no reply. The gang's patience was wearing thin, and their leader, Vincent Torrino, was not a man known for his tolerance of unpaid debts.Harry was sitting in his dorm room, reviewing his AI coursework when his phone buzzed. A message from Lydia Chen appeared on his screen: "Need to see you. Important. Meet me at the usual café in an hour."Harry sighed, glancing at his textbook. He had been hoping to focus entirely on his studies and let Frank's schemes play out without his involvement, but it seemed the universe had other plans. He grabbed his jacket and headed out.The café was nearly empty when Harry arrived, finding Lydia already seated in their usual corner booth. Her investigative journalist instincts had clearly kicked in—she was scanning the room constantly, her laptop closed but ready."Thanks for coming, Harry," Lydia said as he slid into the seat across fr

Harry stared at the email from Gage Thornhill on his laptop screen, completely bewildered. The name meant absolutely nothing to him. In truth, his family had never told him that he was bound to inherit a very influential and wealthy tech company—information that had been deliberately kept from him his entire life.The email's formal tone and urgent language made Harry uneasy. He had no idea who this lawyer was or why he was contacting him about Solomon Industries. His first instinct was to ignore it entirely and delete the message.Just as he was about to close his laptop, Alfred walked into the dorm room, carrying a stack of papers from his latest research project."Harry, you look troubled," Alfred observed, noticing Harry's confused expression. "What's wrong?""It's this email," Harry said, turning the laptop screen toward Alfred. "Some lawyer named Gage Thornhill wants to meet me about Solomon Industries and my 'legal rights.' I have no idea who he is or what he's talking about."