As soon as Donald was informed by his team of investigators that Don Lewis was the one who had orchestrated Laura Harrington’s death, his hands clenched into tight fists. His jaw locked, his knuckles whitening, and a cold fury coursed through every fiber of his being. The revelation was more than just a confirmation—it was a provocation. He had believed, perhaps naively, that the Lewis family, after suffering their previous humiliations and failures against him, would have been deterred from further aggression. He had assumed that reason, logic, and fear of retribution would keep them from targeting the Harringtons again. Yet, the Lewis family had not only ignored all lessons but had amplified their greed and cruelty, crossing lines that should never have been tested.Donald paced the length of his study, the polished hardwood floor echoing under his measured steps. The city lights filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting sharp, angular streaks across the walls, painting

Don’s lips curled into a subtle but menacing smirk as he leaned back in his chair, the ambient light from the office casting sharp shadows across his face. “I want DeGrand Corporation to be transferred to my family within the next one month,” he said, letting the words hang in the air like a deadly promise. Each syllable was deliberate, heavy with authority, and filled with the kind of quiet menace that brooked no opposition. “If it isn’t, then it becomes history. Understood?” There was a pause on the other end of the line. The faint hum of a fan in the background was the only sound accompanying the tension that seemed to thicken with every passing second. The executive on the line, a seasoned man with decades in corporate finance, felt a cold sweat prick his brow. His hands trembled slightly, barely noticeable, as he adjusted his grip on the phone. “Why… why would you want to do that, Don?” he asked cautiously, trying desperately to mask the fear creeping into his voice. Don’s growl

The next morning, Logan hadn’t slept more than two hours.Not because he was restless—but because he was engaged.His study table was covered with printed sheets, handwritten notes, and cross-referenced timelines. The encrypted file Charis had sent him was no longer just information; it had become structure. A design. A pattern that was far more deliberate than most would ever notice.By mid-morning, he had confirmed eighty percent of her data independently.That alone impressed him.Most analysts exaggerated. Some fabricated connections to make their discoveries seem larger. Charis had done neither. If anything, she had understated certain implications.His phone vibrated.Unknown number.He ignored it.Another vibration.This time it was a secure channel notification.A message from Charis.Charis: You’ve reached the advisory board link.He didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he examined the last confirmation he had just uncovered: a quiet property acquisition linked indirectly to a

Donald sat quietly in his office late that night, the city lights flickering across the glass wall behind him. The reports spread across his desk told a story that most people in the corporate world would never notice—but Donald was not most people.He studied the pattern again.Three executives suddenly stepping down from key committees.Two shareholders quietly transferring voting rights to unfamiliar proxy firms.A sudden wave of internal disputes inside DeGrand Corporation.None of these things were dramatic on their own. But together, they formed something far more dangerous.A coordinated disruption.Donald slowly leaned back in his chair, folding his hands together.“Someone is pulling the strings,” he murmured.Across the desk, his assistant Marcus waited patiently.“Do we know who?” Marcus asked.Donald shook his head.“Not yet. But whoever it is… they understand the system very well.”Marcus placed another file on the table.“This just came in from one of our contacts inside

Donald hung up the phone and leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing as he studied the city skyline through the glass wall of his office. The lights of the metropolis twinkled, but beneath the glittering surface, a storm was brewing—a storm only he knew how to navigate. Every move Don Lewis made had been meticulously calculated, but now, the initiative had shifted. Donald wasn’t just defending DeGrand anymore; he was about to go on the offensive.Marcus, still trying to absorb the news, finally broke the silence.“So… you’re going to buy the parent company tonight? Just like that?”Donald turned to him, calm but deadly serious.“Yes. We move fast, and we move decisively. Don Lewis thinks he can corner DeGrand. But he’s underestimated me—and me alone.”Marcus exhaled, a mix of admiration and disbelief crossing his features.“Do you even know how much capital he has deployed for this?”Donald smiled faintly.“That’s the beauty of it. All that money is frozen in suspicious accounts. Ban