Tyson drove his rented black car down the quiet streets at night. The streetlights reflected off the windshield. He didn’t play any music, nor did he speak. The sound of the engine was the only rhythm inside the car.A few dozen minutes later, the car came to a stop in front of an apartment building in the city center. The place wasn’t bad, but it was far from the luxury of the De Leon family villa.Once inside, he switched on the living room lights. The apartment might not have been as spacious or elegant as the villa, but to him, it was a place where his mind could work undisturbed. It gave him a sense of comfort and safety that actually felt like home.Without wasting time, Tyson sat at his desk. He opened his laptop, the screen lighting up, and began typing quickly. Line after line of code appeared, followed by graphs, data, and several files being modified with the same precision as before.His expression was neutral, but his eyes were sharply focused, like someone assembling a p

The uproar on the internet refused to die down, in fact, it only grew worse.Every hour new posts appeared with different versions of the story, “insider sources,” and speculative analyses claiming to know the real nature of Tyson’s relationship with the De Leon family. Their names dominated both business forums and entertainment media alike.At the De Leon Corporation headquarters, the atmosphere that morning was anything but calm. The phones at the reception desk rang nonstop, calls from business partners, investors, and acquaintances of the family came flooding in one after another. Everyone asked the same questions: “Is it true Tyson is joining the company?”Mateo’s famously efficient assistant hurried toward his office, clutching a tablet overflowing with news notifications. He knocked lightly on the door. “Sir, you should see this.”Mateo, who had been buried in meetings and reports since morning, lifted his head, frowning. “What now?”The assistant didn’t answer verbally, he

They decided not to get involved in the commotion in the parking area. Tyson only glanced once before turning away and heading toward the mall entrance, while Anna followed behind, casting one last look at the crowd still buzzing with noise.As soon as they stepped inside the massive building, the cool air from the air conditioning washed over them. The polished floors reflected the bright lights from high-end shop windows, and the soft hum of background music blended with the chatter of visitors coming and going.Anna immediately turned toward the escalator, her steps brisk and confident.“I know a good place,” she said with assurance. “It’s my go-to store. They carry imported suits, perfect cuts, excellent quality.”Tyson looked at the sign above the store Anna was pointing to. Its name gleamed in elegant letters, with a mannequin in a gray suit that screamed luxury. He stopped a few steps behind her.“Not there,” he said quietly, but with enough firmness to make Anna turn.“Huh? Wh

The waiter was still bowing politely when Anna glanced toward several empty tables inside the restaurant. Her eyes narrowed slightly, not out of anger, but to make sure.“Those tables,” she said calmly, though her tone carried a quiet firmness, “are they already reserved?”The waiter stiffened a little before replying with professional composure, “Yes, Miss. They’ve been booked in advance.”Anna pulled something from her small wallet, a thin black card with the restaurant’s logo faintly engraved on its surface. She set it on the reception desk, her movement unhurried yet deliberate.“I’m a regular here,” she said, her voice even. “As far as I know, reservations are only valid if the guests arrive within ten minutes, correct?”The waiter swallowed hard, visibly uneasy. “That’s correct, Miss. But… tonight, those tables were booked well in advance by priority guests.”Anna stared at the waiter for a few seconds longer before letting out a quiet sigh. It seemed there was no point insisti

Anna froze the moment she heard that mockingly familiar voice.She turned slowly, her gaze landing on a face that made her want to sigh in exasperation.Renee.Complete with her trademark half-smirk, more disgusting than the bright red lipstick coating her lips. Her hair was teased high, earrings swinging like little bells, and behind her stood three other girls, two Anna recognized as Melanie’s loyal followers, and one new face whose expression screamed I’ll join the drama as long as I’m not the target.“Long time no see, Anna,” Renee cooed sweetly, her tone dripping with subtle venom.Anna raised a brow, her lips curving into a faint smile.“Unfortunately, not long enough.”Renee’s smile faltered for a moment but quickly recovered.“Melanie wants to talk. Come with us to the second floor, she’s reserved a private room.”Her tone sounded like an order dressed up in false politeness.Anna glanced toward the spiral staircase leading up to the balcony. From there, she caught a glimpse o