Mr. Hale stared at Anna with a probing gaze, sharp and calculating, as if trying to pierce through her outermost layer. He said nothing, allowing the silence to hang between them once more. But Anna did not flinch.Her face remained calm, her posture steady. For three years with Tyson, she had learned many things, most of all how to remain standing under pressure.That man had dragged her into situations far more dangerous and exhausting, far more irritating than a mere investigative stare like this. Compared to everything she had seen and experienced, this moment was almost meaningless. She returned the gaze without defiance.A few seconds later, Anna finally spoke.“I was only asking because from your intention to make Tyson the new head of Aelius Group, it means that this position is not inherited based on blood relations or kinship.”Mr. Hale narrowed his eyes slightly, listening.“And also,” Anna continued calmly, “it means it doesn’t have to be someone who has been inside the g

Under Slyvn’s contemplative gaze and the undisguised aura of violence emanating from his subordinates, Tyson remained seated with the same calm, almost relaxed demeanor.“If you doubt me,” Tyson finally said, his voice low but clear, “you can look into me in Valenbourg.”Slyvn stared at him without expression.“My business. My official trail,” Tyson continued. Then, with the same calm, he mentioned, “Ravenhart.”He lifted his shoulders slightly, as if talking about something trivial.“Unlike before, this time my existence isn’t completely concealed. So I think it won’t be difficult for you to find information about Ravenhart.”It wasn’t a bluff. It was a cold calculation. In a situation like this, where he could die at any moment, Tyson could only offer something bigger, and Ravenhart was one of them.It wasn’t that he was afraid of dying; it was just that his main goal had not yet been achieved. Not to mention, he missed someone.Slyvn did not respond immediately. His eyes remained f

The moment that hand clamped down on his shoulder, Tyson’s body moved faster than his mind.His arm snapped up, catching the wrist before the pressure could fully settle. With one sharp pull, he twisted his torso slightly to the side, wrenching the man’s arm into an unnatural angle.A sharp intake of breath was heard, followed by a strangled groan that turned into a shout as Tyson used the momentum.He rose from the chair in one fluid motion, his shoulder slamming into his opponent’s chest. The man’s balance collapsed. Their bodies spun briefly before both went down, but Tyson was already on top.Tyson’s elbow pressed into the man’s chest, one knee locking his waist in place, while the arm was still twisted back at a punishing angle. The pressure was precise, enough to immobilize, no more, no less.The man screamed in pain, his breathing ragged, anger and humiliation blending into one. His voice echoed through the cramped room, loud enough to trigger chaos.Seconds later, the door bur

The building loomed silently before him, dull concrete, shattered windows, lights long dead. An abandoned structure the city itself seemed to have forgotten it ever owned.Tyson stopped the car behind the building, the engine still humming softly before he finally shut it off.His chest rose and fell.“This is a gamble,” he thought. If Anna was here, he’d be safe. If not… he would improvise.He got out and hurried along the side of the building, his steps quick but silent, his back pressed against the cold wall with its peeling paint. After only a few steps, his eyes caught the silhouette of a car in the distance, parked half-hidden in the shadows.“System,” he whispered quickly, sharpening his gaze, “can you identify who’s in—”Before the system could answer, the car door opened.Someone stepped out, revealing a figure he immediately recognized.Anna stood beside the car, her face tense. Then, as if to be sure, she raised her hand and gave a small wave, a reassuring signal meant just

As soon as the meeting room door opened. The room was spacious, with tall windows overlooking the city of Valmere from above, the morning light filtering faintly through frosted glass. In the center of the room, a long table was already waiting.And there, just as they had expected, the man they met last night was already seated.He stood when Tyson and Anna entered. His suit was just as neat as before, his demeanor composed, nearly flawless. His gaze briefly swept over both of them before he gave a subtle gesture toward the chairs across the table.“Please.”Tyson pulled out a chair for Anna first, his movement natural, then sat down beside her. The chairs were soft, yet not comfortable enough to make anyone forget the purpose of their presence there.The door closed again. The soft click echoed in the room, now leaving only the three of them.Silence fell like a curtain.The man did not waste time. He interlaced his fingers on the table and looked at Tyson with eyes that were calm y