Jenifer woke up and was instantly surprised by the unfamiliar place around her. The room was lavish, featuring tall ceilings and sumptuous décor. She sat upright, experiencing a peculiar light-headed sensation. "Where am I?" she quietly uttered, scanning the area with bewilderment. Her attention was drawn to a mirror on the opposite side of the room. She staggered closer to it and exclaimed. The reflection she saw was not her own. Tall, dark hair, captivating blue eyes, and an unfamiliar face. "Oh my God," she whispered. "This is not me." The entrance to the chamber opened, and a maid walked in, holding a tray with breakfast. "Miss Isabella, good morning," the maid greeted with a cheerful tone. "After breakfast, your father wishes to meet you in his office." Jenifer's thoughts were racing. Isabella, are you there? Who was Isabella characterized as? She nodded slowly, attempting to restrain her rising panic. She was able to express her gratitude by saying, "Thank you." After th

Samuel is a very cold and calculating man, and seeing how the situation has escalated. He knew when to stand down. And so, Samuel ordered his men to put their guns away and take their seats and unwillingly calmed their nerves, because if they'd so much as threatened to fire at Jackson, they were going to be joining their mother in the afterlife. All of them.Now, old man Jackson, ever the diplomat, resumed talking."So, here's the thing. As you all know, both the Golden and the Bennett family have competed for four generations now. Me and your father were best friends and we had hoped to put an end to how family rival but unfortunately......."Samuel, although had lowered his guard, hadn't applied the same action on his voice. "And, why the heck should we care about this? You were such a selfish man. Father told us how all you think about is you self-""Let me finish, Samuel." Jackson cut back in, a stern look on his face. Samuel wanted to say more, but, the images of the guns Jackson

He heard footsteps approaching and quickly dismissed the interface, tucking his phone away. It was Samuel, Aria’s older brother. Samuel, who had been genuinely grateful for Damon’s help with Malone, but who still carried the weight of his family’s expectations."Damon," Samuel said, his voice a low rumble. He looked tired, a few lines etched around his eyes. "You alright? Jill and Jin being their usual charming selves?"Damon sighed, a genuine sigh this time. "Something like that. Just… trying to understand them."Samuel chuckled, a dry, humorless sound. "Good luck. They've been like that since they were kids. Always trying to prove something, always looking down their noses. Especially Jin." He paused, then ran a hand through his dark hair. "He's been… difficult lately. More than usual.""Difficult how?" Damon asked, trying to sound casual, but his system’s report was buzzing in his mind.Samuel hesitated, glancing around to make sure no one was listening. "Just… reckless. Getting in

Later, Damon found a moment alone in the library, away from the Golden family's palpable despair and thinly veiled accusations. He pulled out his phone, his thumb hovering over the system icon."System," he commanded mentally, his voice tight with urgency. "Initiate Crisis Management Protocol. Target: Jin Golden accusation. Objective: Full situational analysis, evidence gathering, strategic response."The familiar hum resonated in his mind. The holographic interface flickered to life.*Processing request…**Crisis Management Protocol initiated.**Warning: This situation involves highly sensitive personal data and legal implications. Standard 'face-slap' tactics are not advised and may result in severe negative consequences for all parties involved.*Damon gritted his teeth. "I know that, System. That's why I'm asking for a *protocol*, not a public humiliation. What do you need?"*To unlock advanced investigative tools and full system support for this delicate matter, a demonstration o

A few hours later, a notification flashed:*Task accepted. Unconditional Trust demonstrated. Advanced investigative tools unlocked.*A wave of relief, quickly followed by a fresh surge of anxiety, washed over Damon. He’d done it. He’d taken the leap."System," he thought, his mental command sharp. "Activate Deep Scan Forensics and Social Influence Mapping. Focus: Jin Golden, Chloe Miller, Xavier Dustin. Cross-reference all associated social circles, digital footprints, and financial transactions from the past three months."The holographic interface flared to life, now far more complex, a dizzying array of interconnected nodes and data streams."Alright, Samuel," Damon said, calling Aria’s brother. "It’s time to dig. Meet me at my place. Bring everything you have on Jin, Chloe, and Xavier. Every rumor, every social media post, every whispered name."Samuel arrived an hour later, looking exhausted but determined. He carried a worn leather briefcase. "Alright, Damon. What's the plan?""