The Lancaster Group headquarters was alive with brilliance that night. Flashing lights from luxury cars cut across the driveway as chauffeurs in dark suits opened doors for men and women in glittering attire. The rhythmic sound of heels on marble, laughter, and the distant notes of a live orchestra filled the air. It was more than a corporate celebration—it was a declaration of a new era.Andrew stood near the grand entrance, sharply dressed in a tailored tuxedo. He had made sure to arrive early. As his father always said, “A man who arrives before the drums sound owns the rhythm of the day.”He believed that showing up first wasn’t just courtesy—it was a sign of leadership.“Good evening, sir. Welcome to the C&A Rebranding Gala,” Andrea greeted, shaking hands with guests as they stepped onto the crimson carpet. Around him, the other shareholders mingled, exchanging smiles and handshakes, glasses of champagne glittering in their grasp.Then came the sound of an engine that turned head

The assassins slipped into the vacant building beside Lancaster Group’s headquarters—a tall, unfinished structure with darkened windows overlooking the entire entrance of the event hall.Inside, the men moved with silent precision. One unpacked the long rifle case, another assembled the barrel, while a third set up the tripod at the broken window. Ammunition clicked, scopes glinted, and radios crackled quietly.“Target moves in ten minutes,” one whispered.“Copy. When he steps into the center stage, we take the shot.”Below them, the party was in full bloom.---Inside the HallThe grand hall of the Lancaster Group—soon to be renamed—was buzzing with conversations, gold-patterned lights reflecting off marble floors. Guests had taken their places, and the Board of Directors were seated in their designated wing.General Godfrey Barlow—stocky, gray-haired, and famous for his iron temper—sat with another board member beside him. The man leaned forward, voice low.“General Barlow, I heard

“Mr. Chairman, the company has a total of 3,000 employees mainly involved in the fields of cosmetics, skincare products, and baby products. Our market value is approximately one billion…”Andrew stood beside Howard, reading from the documents with precise clarity. His voice echoed confidently through the hall.Howard nodded, absorbing every detail.“Great, Andrew. Send all the documents to my office. I want to review everything personally.”His tone carried the weight of responsibility—he was no longer the timid man from the Lancaster home. He was now the chairman of C&A Group.Andrew bowed slightly.“Yes, Mr. Chairman.”From where Christopher sat, he watched Howard with a softened expression. He leaned toward Anna and whispered:“My dear, look at Dad. He’s already acting like a proper chairman.”Anna turned, her eyes warm.“Christopher… this is all because of you. Thank you.”Christopher wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer.“Don’t say that. We’re one family.”But their

The sniper steadied his breathing, finger tightening on the trigger as Christopher came into his scope. Just as he was about to fire, a sharp voice barked behind him, “Hands up! Don’t move!” Startled, the assassin jerked around. A man in full military uniform stood behind him, weapon raised, eyes cold. The officer spoke with authority, “We received reports of an attempt on the Emperor’s life. Every rooftop is under surveillance. And you—you’ve been exposed.” Fear shot through the assassin’s body. He dropped the sniper rifle instantly. In desperation, he yanked a knife from his boot and hurled it at the soldier. The military officer dodged it with a quick sidestep. “You’re not escaping!” the soldier roared as the assassin bolted off the rooftop. The chase began immediately, boots pounding against metal and concrete as the officer pursued him. --- Meanwhile at the event, after finishing his threat, Christopher slammed his foot down again with force. “Ah!” Sebastien screamed and co

“Alright, no problem. The bidding conference for the industrial park project is three days from now. I’ll arrange everything in advance,” Scot Vincent said decisively. “Thank you,” Christopher replied, his tone relaxed but sincere. “You’re welcome, Emperor. It’s my honor to serve you,” Scot answered before ending the call. Christopher put his phone away and stepped out of the bathroom. Anna was still seated at the desk, the blue glow of her computer screen lighting her tired face. He walked over, concern etched across his features. “Why are you still working? It’s late—you should be resting,” he said gently. Anna let out a quiet sigh. “I want to rest, but I just became president of C&A Group. There’s so much to handle. I’m afraid if I don’t do well, the company might collapse. What will I do then?” Christopher chuckled lightly. “It’s just C&A Group. Even if it collapses, it doesn’t matter. If you want, I can open a hundred just like it for you.” With his identity and pow