Darwin and Tom were still stunned in their seats when Darwin's phone rang. The screen displayed the name of his private secretary. Darwin picked it up with a trembling hand. "Yes?" "Mr. Blackwood!" the secretary's voice sounded full of relief and slightly confused. "I don't know what happened, but all external pressure has been lifted! The bank just called and said they canceled the asset withdrawal. The investors who had fled are starting to contact us again. Even the suppliers who terminated contracts want to resume cooperation!" Darwin froze, the phone still pressed to his ear. "What?" he whispered, disbelief creeping in. "Business operations are returning to normal, Sir," the secretary continued, his voice full of excitement. "I don't know how you did it, but this is like a miracle!" Darwin could not say anything. His hand trembled, his breath caught in his throat. Tom stared at his father with a look full of questions. Before Darwin could answer, Tom's phone also rang.

The doctors were swift in examining Amelia’s body, while asking the assistant to stay outside the ward. With no other choice, the assistant could only nod and step out. Although, her eyes were still on Amelia’s frail-looking body. A few minutes later, the head doctor in charge made his way out of the ward after the ward door was opened.Seeing this, the assistant stood up from the waiting chair and quickened her steps towards the head doctor. “ Please, is President Amelia going to be fine?” She asked in one breath, her eyes glancing back and forth between the doctor and Amelia’s ward. However, the expression on the doctor’s face gave her another meaning. With a grave and confused look, the doctor let out a barely audible sigh. “ That…I can’t say,” he answered sincerely and reached out to take off his plain eyeglasses, wiping the lens with a clean tissue. “ Everything remains the same. From our examination again, there appears to be nothing wrong with her. All vitals are within

Magnus froze, his body tensing instantly. "What? Who are you?" he snapped, his voice loud. "Where is Carlos? What have you done to him?!" Alex smiled faintly. "Your grandson is alive. For now. But whether he stays alive depends on you." He replied in a deep, unfamiliar voice. Magnus stood up quickly from his chair, gripping the phone so tightly that his knuckles turned white. "If you hurt him, I won't hesitate to kill you!" "You are not in a position to threaten," Alex cut in, his voice remaining calm but carrying a strange authority. "You only have one choice. Listen or lose your grandson forever." Magnus gritted his teeth, his breathing heavy. "What do you want? Money? I'll pay anything, just tell me!" "This is not about money," Alex said coldly. "Money is just trivial. It's worthless in my eyes. Is your grandson's life only worth sheets of paper?" Magnus frowned, confused and angry. "So what exactly do you want?" Alex walked slowly in the garden, making sure no one heard h

Grant stood near his apartment window, watching Damien's car speed away until it disappeared around the street corner. A faint smile was etched on his face, which then grew into a quiet chuckle that finally erupted into loud laughter echoing in the empty corridor."Idiot," he muttered, closing the door. "So easy to manipulate."Grant walked casually toward his desk, which was cluttered with documents and a laptop. He picked up his phone and skillfully searched for a particular contact. His fingers stopped at the name "Edward".He pressed the call button and waited while pouring whiskey into his glass."Grant?" Edward's voice sounded on the other end after the third ring. "Any news?""More than just news," Grant replied with a satisfied tone. "I've gathered crucial information about the Blackwood empire's survival.""Tell me," Edward sounded more alert now.Grant took a sip of his whiskey before continuing. "The person who saved Blackwood from bankruptcy, I'm almost certain it's Logan.

Damien was still kneeling on the marble floor of the Blackwood villa, his body trembling. His mind was still trying to process everything his grandfather had just said.Logan controlled Blackwood.Logan was the one who wanted him expelled.Logan!The sound of footsteps came from the entrance. Damien lifted his tear-stained face, his eyes red and swollen.Chen walked in calmly, his steps steady and full of confidence. He wore a neat black suit, his face was expressionless, yet the aura he emitted made the entire room feel colder.Damien's eyes widened when he saw the familiar figure. All the sadness and despair that had just consumed him suddenly turned into boiling rage."You!" Damien shouted, jumping up with a flushed face. "This is all because of you people!” Chen stopped, looking at Damien with a cold and calm stare."Damn you, you piece of garbage!" Damien stepped forward with clenched fists. "You and Logan! You are the jerks who destroyed my life!"Tom, standing in the corner o