Outside Morgan Residence. Silverlake Highway.Lein walked with calm steps, hands in his pants pockets, face flat without emotion.The night wind blew gently, carrying the scent of flowers from gardens along the street.In the distance, a white coffee truck stood at the roadside with bright neon lights. The strong aroma of coffee wafted from there.Lein walked closer, stopping in front of the truck window.A middle-aged man with a baseball cap smiled warmly."Evening, sir. What would you like to order?"Lein looked at the simple menu posted on the window."Americano. Large size.""Coming right up! Four dollars."Lein took out his wallet, gave five dollars, received one dollar change and a cup of hot coffee."Thank you."He turned, walking toward a small park across the street.There was a long wooden bench under an old oak tree. Park lights illuminated the area with soft yellow light.Lein sat with a slow motion, leaning back casually, then sipped the coffee.Hot. Bitter. Strong.Perfe

Silence fell for a few seconds.Then Cedric stepped forward with a hard face. Jaw clenched tight. Eyes looking at Lein with a sharp gaze."Wait!" he said in a firm tone. "Explain to me how you did it!"Lein raised both shoulders with a casual gesture."Is that important?" he asked in a flat tone."OF COURSE IT'S IMPORTANT!" Marsha shouted loudly, face red with anger.She stepped forward with a finger pointing at Lein with an aggressive gesture."This could just be coincidence! You're just taking advantage of mere coincidence!"Silas nodded vigorously, "Right! This must be coincidence! How could you solve a problem that even Cedric with all his connections couldn't solve?!"Lein sighed helplessly. His head shook slightly.He didn't expect this wouldn't be as easy as he thought.This family... really had no shame."Alright," Lein said in a calm but slightly tired tone. "Then explain to me..."His eyes looked at Marsha sharply."How could I know the problem was already solved?"Marsha fe

Castellan Tower. 50th floor. CEO office. Morning.Magnus Castellan arrived at his office earlier than usual. Adrian was already waiting for him inside, standing in front of the large window with a tense face.Something unusual had happened."Father," Adrian said without preamble as Magnus entered. "There's something you need to see."Magnus threw his jacket on the chair, walked closer, looking at the laptop screen already open on the desk.Data. Reports. Emails.His eyes read line by line quickly.Then stopped.Read again.Stopped again.The face that had looked calm slowly changed. Eyebrows lowered, jaw hardened. His fingers gripped the edge of the desk tightly."What is this?!" his voice low, but dangerous."They're back," Adrian said in a disbelieving tone. "All the suppliers from Ashenvale. All the major clients. All the investors we persuaded to withdraw. They all returned to Morgan Steel & Trade overnight."Not just returned. They even came with apologies and compensation.Magnu

Meanwhile, at the Morgan Family Residence garden. Morning.Sunlight filtered softly through the gaps between the leaves. The wind blew gently, just enough to stir the strands of Celine's hair that she had left loose over her shoulders.She sat in a garden chair with a cup of tea in her hand, eyes closed, face tilted toward the sky.It was warm.Not just because of the sunlight touching her skin so softly, but because there was something inside her chest that felt light today. Light in a way she hadn't felt in a long time.Celine exhaled slowly, letting the morning air fill her lungs.She remembered how mornings used to feel. Waking up to an alarm that went off too soon. Immediately greeted by Sarah's voice and a schedule already packed before she even had a chance to drink her first coffee. A smile she had to put on in front of the camera even when her body was begging for rest.But this morning... none of that.Nothing she had to chase. Nothing waiting on her confirmation. No camera

A few minutes earlier.A large black Jeep tore into the Obsidian parking lot at a speed that had no interest in road markings. The tires screeched to a stop, taking up two spaces at once. The doors swung open almost simultaneously, and five men stepped out with heavy, purposeful strides.The one standing at the front was their leader. His body was built like an iron cabinet given a set of clothes. Two meters tall, a neck as thick as a grown man's thigh, hands that looked capable of crushing stone into dust. Thick brows that nearly met in the middle, a nose that had been broken more than once, and small eyes that always seemed to be calculating something. His name was Brock.Standing beside him was the leanest of the group, a man with sharp cheekbones and movements that were too calm for a situation like this. Lean as he was, he carried around seventy-five kilograms, and none of it was soft. All muscle, all tendon. The kind of build that was more dangerous than it looked.The other thr