Chapter 154 The prosecutor’s hands trembled as he slammed the phone onto the desk. The metallic clang echoed through the otherwise silent office. His knuckles were white, his chest tightening as the gravity of the message sank in.“Dismiss Jeffery Morello?!” he whispered to himself, a mixture of disbelief and rage in his voice. The Minister had made it clear—Jeffery was untouchable, at least for now. The phone call had been brief but decisive, leaving no room for negotiation. The evidence that the prosecutor had painstakingly gathered, the hours of surveillance, ledger analysis, and witness statements—all deemed insufficient. In the eyes of the Minister, Jeffery had already won.The prosecutor ran a hand through his hair, feeling the weight of his own failure pressing down on him. He had been so close. Too close. The smug satisfaction in Jeffery’s smirk earlier that morning had been a warning, a subtle reminder of just how dangerous the man really was. Now, it seemed, that warning ha

Chapter 152 The night was heavy with humidity as Alexander stepped out of his car. The minister’s mansion was enormous, sitting behind high stone walls trimmed with sensor lights that blinked in uniform intervals. The gates opened only halfway at first—hesitant, like the guards weren’t sure whether to let him in.Two men in dark security uniforms stood in front of the opening, their hands resting on their belts as they assessed him.“Sir, this residence is restricted,” one guard said firmly. “No one enters without an appointment or the minister’s direct permission.”Alexander kept his posture straight, his voice calm but commanding. “Tell him Alexander Morrelo is here.”The guards looked at each other, uncertain. The taller one frowned. “We don’t—”“I’m the heir of the Morrelo dynasty,” Alexander said simply, not raising his tone, but letting the weight of the words settle like iron in the air. “Open the gate.”The guards stiffened. His surname alone felt like a keycard made of pure

Chapter 154 The day at Selena’s company started like any other, but it quickly descended into chaos. The accounting system was glitching, client orders were delayed, and key employees were scrambling to fix the mess. Selena, already a powerhouse in the corporate world, had to take charge immediately. She was running from one department to the next, coordinating with staff, analyzing reports, and troubleshooting the system, all while keeping her composure.Despite her best efforts, the problem seemed to multiply. Every solution revealed another glitch, every fixed account highlighted another discrepancy. By mid-morning, Selena realized she couldn’t handle this alone. She picked up her phone and reluctantly called Paxton.“Paxton, I need your help,” she said firmly, though she sounded a bit weary.“Of course, Selena. Just tell me what to do,” he replied, his voice steady and reassuring.Paxton arrived within the hour. As soon as he entered the office, Selena briefed him on the situatio

Chapter 156 Paxton stood by the glass wall of his office, staring down at the city below as if the noisy traffic could give him courage. The afternoon sun cast long rays across the polished floor, illuminating the silent room that always felt too big whenever he was alone. Which, these days, was almost always.He fiddled with the thick envelope in his hand—white, embossed, far classier than anything he personally felt worthy to hold. The gold lettering of the invitation shimmered.He exhaled, closed his eyes for a moment, then straightened his shoulders.He had invite Alexander to his office and he hoped he come.When his intercom buzzed, he jumped slightly.“Sir, Alexander is here,” his secretary said from outside.Paxton swallowed, shoved down the last of his nerves, and forced a smile.“Send him in.”The door opened a second later, and Alexander walked in with the casual confidence he always carried—hands in his pockets, black hoodie, looking like someone who didn’t need luxury to

Chapter 158The ballroom glittered under the soft golden chandeliers, a gentle hum of classical music drifting through the air while wealthy elites mingled with champagne glasses in hand. Laughter echoed, diamonds sparkled, and the scent of expensive perfume hung heavy like a second layer of luxury.Alexander stood near the buffet table, speaking with Paxton. To anyone watching, they looked strangely at ease—two men who were once enemies now sharing light conversation and occasional bursts of laughter.It was a sight almost no one would have believed a year ago.Tommy certainly didn’t.From across the hall, Tommy sat on one of the cushioned gala chairs, his eyes narrowing as he watched the pair interact. Paxton? Laughing? With Alexander? The Paxton he knew—the one who terrorized half their school—never smiled genuinely at anyone except himself. And Alexander, the quiet puppet who always trailed behind Selena, now looked… confident.What happened to the world while he wasn’t paying att