Nelson stood in the middle of his living room long after the call ended, the cold threat still cutting through his mind like a blade.Two days.That bastard actually had the guts to call his house and warn him like he was some scared rookie in the streets.His fists tightened slowly, veins rising along his forearm as he forced himself to breathe. The whole mansion felt too damn quiet… too still. Jane was upstairs resting, the staff had retired, and even the ticking clock on the far wall suddenly sounded louder — like the house itself understood something dark had just stepped back into their lives.Nelson loosened his tie, threw it on the couch, and walked to the window. The city lights glowed like fire, but instead of calming him, they irritated him. Somewhere out there, General Marson Cohn was probably smiling — watching, waiting, trying to see if Nelson Cassius would bend.“Two days?” Nelson muttered. “We’ll fucking see.”A soft shuffle came from behind.“Nelson?” Jane’s tired voi

Nelson didn’t move at first. He just stared at Tony like his brain needed a second to catch up. Hijacked? His shipment? In broad daylight? Under the Cassius name?Miguel stood up from his chair out of surprise . “Bro… what the heck are you saying?”Tony swallowed, voice tight. “Sir, the driver said a group of masked men boxed the truck on Third Mainland Bridge. They forced him out, tied him, and left him on the roadside. The goods… everything… gone.”Robby’s spoke up.“This is him. It has to be General Marson. First the call, now this? This is definitely him He’s sending a message.”Nelson’s jaw locked so hard it ached. “This idiot thinks he can just walk into my world and play king huh? Hijacking a Cassius shipment? He crossed a line he shouldn’t have touched.Miguel broke the tension “What are we going to do now, Nelson? This is not a small hit. That shipment alone was worth a fortune. If he can hijack it once, his sure to do worse.”“I know.” Nelson’s voice was low, “But this time,

Nelson didn’t go home after stepping out of the boardroom. He couldn’t. The moment he walked out of that building, the air felt different—too quiet, too heavy, like the whole city already knew what he was going through. Like the world was silently waiting for him to break. And with no one “home” anymore… everything just felt empty as hell. He stood by his car for a moment, breathing slowly. Now that his family was gone—now that they were safely out of Marson’s reach—the fight was officially crawling toward him alone. No distractions. No backup. No comfort waiting inside the mansion. Just Nelson… and what was coming. Tony walked up slowly. “Sir… we need to talk. And you’re not gonna like it.” Nelson looked at him, exhausted. “What now?” Tony hesitated, scanning the area as if someone might be watching. “It’s the USB. The one Marson left at your gate.” His voice dropped lower. “We checked the contents. And boss… this thing changes everything.” Nelson straightened immediately

After the fire incident, Nelson finally understood something—if he didn’t end all this shit now, Marson would keep destroying everything he touched. His warehouse was still burning in his mind… the smoke, the flames, and the anger twisting inside his chest.But that call from last night…That woman’s voice…“Let’s meet. We can do something about Marson.”He didn’t know her.He didn’t trust her.But right now? As long as it concerned Marson Cohn, Nelson was desperate enough to follow any lead that could help him end this man for good.So when his phone buzzed again early in the morning, he snatched it immediately.“Mr. Nelson Cassius,” the same female voice said—calm, but tense like someone constantly watching their back. “I have something you need to see. Something that can help you bring down Marson.”Nelson sat up straight.“Who are you? And why should I trust you?”“You don’t have to trust me,” she replied sharply. “Just meet me. After that, you’ll understand.”There was a pause… a

CHAPTER 40The whole house felt tense the moment Wells and his men returned with the reporter. She looked weak, bruised, barely holding herself together, but the fire in her eyes… it wasn’t dead.Nelson rushed to her the second they entered.“Are you okay?” he asked, voice shaking a little.She nodded slowly. “Nelson… before he comes after me again, before he silences anyone else… we need to release the files. Now.”Nelson didn’t waste a second.“Robby! Get everything ready. She’s going live.”Robby was already typing like his fingers were on fire. “Bro, I’ve been waiting for this day since that bastard touched Miguel. Let’s go.”The reporter sat down, shaky but determined. Wells gave her a bottle of water, Tony covered the bruises on her cheek lightly so the camera wouldn't catch all of it. She wiped her tears once and took a breath.Then— Robby hit the button.The livestream light turned red.She looked into the camera with trembling courage.The reporter inhaled and began speaking,