“SAMUEL!” The judge wasn’t sure which Samuel he meant and wanted confirmation. She leaned forward slightly, adjusting her posture, and said, “Mention his name completely.” Vince furiously looked at him. Nolan shook, his voice trembling as he stammered, “His… his name is SAMUEL GORDON!” Everyone in the courtroom erupted in shock. Though a few already knew they were Samuel’s brothers, they still murmured in disbelief; someone of Samuel’s standards shouldn’t be the architect of all this. Many still refused to believe what they had just heard. While Lewis and his mom were excited, sensing the mastermind was finally about to be exposed at last. The judge lowered her eyeglasses slowly, her eyes narrowing as she said, “Do you mean Samuel Gordon, the CEO of Gordon Technologies?” Nolan regained his composure, a confident smile returning to his face. He knew exactly where he came from and the influence the Gordon family wielded in New York. “Yes, Ma’am. He’s the mastermind.

“It was about how I got the evidence I used to defend ourselves.” His mom quickly remembered who might have given her son the footage. She raised her brows, saying softly, “I’ve remembered… That’s what I’ve been trying to find out.” She moved closer beside her son, her voice lowering with curiosity. “How did you get the evidence?” Lewis and his mom became focused as they stepped outside the Brooklyn Criminal Court. The late-evening air was chilly, the courthouse lights glowing dimly behind them. They paused for a moment, watching Nolan and Vince being pushed toward a Chevy Tahoe SUV. The men struggled against their handcuffs, twisting their wrists as they shot hateful looks at Lewis and his mom. Two officers beat their arms lightly to restrain them properly, then forcefully dragged them inside the SUV and shut the door. The engine growled, and the car drove off. Lewis and his mom began trekking toward the roadside. His mom tugged at her coat, still unsettled, saying,

Hours later, the morning sun slipped through the window, spreading a soft glow across the room. WHAM! WHAM!! A dog barked loudly outside the compound, jolting Lewis awake. He rose slowly, stretching his stiff shoulders, then walked to the window. From there, he watched the early movement along Clarks Street, students riding bicycles to school, and the bustle of residential buildings waking to the new day. He turned back and sat on the bed, rubbing his eyes. He picked up his Motorola phone and checked the time. Almost 8:00 AM. Just then—KNOCK! He stood up and opened the door. His mom, Maria, stepped in with sleepy eyes. He gently closed the door behind her. “How was your night?” he asked. She exhaled softly, her voice still drowsy. “So nice.” Lewis sat back on the bed and asked, “Hope you slept to your satisfaction?” Maria approached the small cushion nearby and sank into it. “Of course. I even felt your dad’s presence… I dreamt about him. This was our room years ba

Lewis wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and stared at the office door again, still seeing Samuel’s name engraved on the silver plate. His chest tightened. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Fury surged through him as he muttered, voice trembling. “Something is wrong!” His mother, still traumatized and frozen by the sight of Samuel’s name, especially with CEO boldly written where her husband’s name should have been, stood speechless. She couldn’t gather a single word. Lewis’s voice rose again, sharper, disbelieving. “So truly Samuel is the CEO? We thought the Criminal Court was joking when they said so.” Maria’s face turned pale as if blood drained completely. She stared at the plate in deep thought, lips parted but no words coming. Lewis couldn’t wait anymore. KNOCK! KNOCK!! He hit the door a bit louder than intended. No response. He grabbed the knob, and it was locked. His eyes darted to the small doorbell, and he pressed it three times; still no response. His mother qui

The three security officers rushed forward and grabbed them, but Lewis refused to move. Stubborn and furious, he planted his feet against the polished floor, muscles tensing as he held his ground. His mom had already been dragged ahead, her hands slipping through the guards’ grip as she tried to stay balanced, yet Lewis still forced himself backward with all his strength. The other two officers struggled to pull him forward, their arms tightening around him, but after a hard effort they finally managed to drag him despite his resistance. Lewis still refused to be dragged out. He shouted through the tightening grip around his arms: “Let go of us! This is our empire. You have no right to drag us out!” Everyone in the large lobby turned toward the commotion again, watching the dramatic scene unfold. Some employees stood frozen, still wondering how Lewis could be related to the Gordons, while others whispered among themselves, unsure if he was claiming something real or simply c