“Maybe,” Fugaku said with a faint smile, “They finally listened to their conscience.”Everyone froze.“The Negoro and Suryanata families were determined to destroy us,” someone blurted out. “How could they suddenly grow a conscience?”“Unless…” another voice murmured, “There’s someone powerful behind all this, someone pulling the strings.”“But who could it be?”Dimitri cleared his throat, trying to break the tension. “Enough. Whatever the reason, Fugaku managed to make both families forgive us. That’s something to be thankful for. He doesn’t have to leave the Vegas family anymore.”Shanny and Putri’s faces twisted with discomfort.They didn’t want to admit it, but it was true, Fugaku had saved them. After everything, how could they still drive him out?“Since everything’s been settled,” Fugaku said lazily, “Let’s begin.”He walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa, legs crossed, as if he owned the place.“Begin what?” someone asked in confusion.“Pour me tea, and water.”

“Los Pecados?” Fugaku repeated, his expression hardening. “Isn’t that the organization under Entrepreneur Hanson’s control?”“Yes,” Marc nodded.He assumed Fugaku wasn’t familiar with the details, so he began explaining patiently.“It’s a global business syndicate, one that connects elite entrepreneurs from around the world. Every member of Los Pecados is a highly successful businessperson. Once someone joins, they gain direct access to major trade channels and contacts. It’s even said that members can dine and take photos with the organization’s top executives.”“There are seven such business circles in total, forming the eight major commercial powers of this nation. Each is owned by figures of immense influence. Every year, Los Pecados publishes a list of businesspeople deemed worthy of joining. And this year, two people from our Northern Region were selected.”“Which two?” Fugaku asked, intrigued.“One is the witch from the Diningrat family,” Marc said with a wry smile, “And the ot

Like someone who had just found a way out of a dead end, Nova immediately ran toward Nurul. She crouched down, cupping the little girl’s face in her hands and smiling brightly.“I missed you so much, Nurul. Did you miss your auntie?”“I did…” Nurul’s soft, cotton-sweet voice melted the air. Her tiny face, so perfectly shaped, was impossible not to adore.Nova pinched her cheeks lightly. The child’s delicate features resembled Aurelia’s so closely that one could already imagine how stunning she would be when she grew up. Seeing her sister play happily with her daughter, Aurelia’s icy expression softened slightly.When Nova finally stopped playing, Aurelia reached out and stroked Nurul’s hair gently.“Nurul,” she said softly, “Go to your room for a bit, okay?”“Okay,” Nurul nodded obediently, her big eyes glancing at Fugaku with worry.“But, Mom,” she murmured, “You have to promise, you won’t leave Dad.”Aurelia froze. Even Nova’s confident face went stiff with guilt. Nurul was already

Nova still wanted to ask more questions, to clarify everything, but Fugaku had already turned away and gone back to his room.She stood there for a moment, glancing toward Aurelia’s closed bedroom door. Her expression was tangled, conflicted, guilt, fear, regret, all woven together. Finally, she gave up on whatever dark impulse she’d been holding onto and quietly returned to her own room.***The next morning, Aurelia had already driven Nurul to kindergarten.Fugaku looked toward Nova, who was still spooning porridge into her mouth at the table. His tone was calm but firm.“Come on. Justice is more important than breakfast.”At that same time, inside the Martyr Company building, a tall middle-aged man with a stern, predatory face walked briskly into the chairman’s office.“President August, Mr. Novanda from Carbonate Company has arrived.”Steven, bowing deeply with both hands clasped in front of him, practically folded himself in half with deference. Compared to these two men, he was

The silver needle slid cleanly beneath the skin. The thin young man’s face went white as paper. He jerked in pain, but Shilpy’s grip on his shoulder was firm,unyielding.A sharp cry tore out of his throat. “Arrrrghhh,i-it hurts! It hurts!”Ikbal froze for a split second, then his rage exploded. “S-stop it! How dare you!” He lunged forward, hand outstretched, trying to grab Fugaku.BAM!Before his fingers even brushed Fugaku’s sleeve, a single kick sent him flying. His body crashed straight into a metal trash bin with a deafening clang, leaving only his legs dangling awkwardly from the rim.“Tch.” Fugaku didn’t even look at him.Shilpy’s voice rang out, low and deadly. “The master is performing a procedure. No one moves closer.”Her eyes, sharp as blades, swept the crowd. The mob collectively took a step back. Even Nova flinched at the sight of her.“W-wait…” she murmured under her breath, wide-eyed. “She was so quiet before… How can someone that calm move like a killer?”Ikbal’s follo