By the next day, the entire country was drowning in noise.Crowds flooded the streets, protests erupting in every major city.No one had expected the news that exploded across television screens nationwide.Breaking News: Vice-President Eric Light faces impeachment trial for allegedly stealing fifteen billion in taxpayer money.Opinions clashed violently.Some believed it instantly. Others refused to accept it, clinging to the image they had always known.Eric Light was famous for his charity work. He was approachable, generous to the poor, a benefactor of countless youth scholars. To many, the idea that he was corrupt—let alone evil—was impossible.“This is insane!” Eric roared inside his office.“How did this even happen?!”His secretary swallowed hard.“Someone formally filed the case, Sir. It was Senator Alvarez. Others supported it after reviewing the strength of the evidence.”Eric laughed—a sharp, incredulous sound.“So that’s it?” he said, shaking his head.“They’re just throw

Sophia still couldn’t quite believe it.Their properties were back. Every single one of them—retrieved, reclaimed, pulled out of the bank’s grip as if they had never been taken at all.It had been proven that her father’s sale of their assets was invalid. Legally, everything had always belonged to her grandfather. The contracts were void. The damage, at least on paper, had been undone.“Everything is settled now, Ms. Carson,” Jessa reported as they walked through the grand halls of the Carson Building toward Sophia’s office.“The factories are fully operational again. Even the construction of the Smart District has resumed.”Sophia finally allowed herself to breathe.After everything that had happened, she had truly believed she’d lost it all—her family’s legacy, her future, her footing in a world that had nearly crushed her.But the law had moved swiftly this time.Eric Light was now behind bars.The N

Carl stepped into a room with massive double doors.The sharp scent of tea mixed with herbs and spices immediately filled the air. It wasn’t overwhelming or headache-inducing—but it was impossible to ignore.His gaze landed on a man seated on the carpet, leaning lazily against several cushions. The man inhaled from a device, then casually played with the smoke as it drifted from his lips. Like the locals, he wore a headdress, but his clothes were otherwise casual—too casual for someone with this kind of power.“Mr. Donovan?” the man asked, brows furrowed.Carl stopped in front of him.“Yes.”The man suddenly stood and approached him, extending his hand.“Carl Donovan! Finally,” he said with a grin as they shook hands. “Come, sit.”He guided Carl toward the carpet. Carl didn’t hesitate. He lowered himself onto a thin cushion on the floor.“I’m Mark Pensley, by the way,” the man said easily. “Do you drink

Carl headed straight to a restaurant after escaping Mr. Pensley’s mansion.Fortunately, he managed to retrieve his suitcase, which had been left just outside the room. He’d already anticipated that something like this might happen today. What truly caught him off guard was the SIA’s sudden raid on Pensley’s estate.“Boss, I’ve scanned the entire city,” Jade reported. “I can’t find anything connected to the syndicate.”They were seated at the same table.Carl raised an eyebrow.“That’s surprising—especially knowing an elder is living here.”Jade nodded.“Maybe they’re deliberately keeping things clean. That way, if someone investigates, they won’t realize the elder is hiding in the very city they’re searching.”Carl sighed.“Alright. Keep digging. Find out why the SIA went after Mr. Pensley.”“Yes, Boss.”Jade stood and left soon after.Carl was about to leave as well when some

The young woman let out a piercing scream.Andrea Sinclair—a crown princess.And now… she had slept with a complete stranger.“I’m doomed! This can’t be happening!” she cried, her heart pounding so violently it felt like it would burst out of her chest.The door suddenly swung open.Andrea screamed again, instinctively hugging herself when she saw Carl standing there. He was wearing only a pair of pants, his upper body bare. His hair was still wet, as if he had just stepped out of the shower, towel slung over his shoulder.“What’s wrong?” Carl asked, instantly alert. “Is there an enemy?”Andrea’s eyes blazed.“You are the enemy!” she snapped. “What did you do to me?!”Regret slammed into her chest.She couldn’t believe she had trusted him last night—trusted him to save her—only to end up being violated by the very man who claimed to help her.Carl blinked in confusion.“Huh? M