Gilbert slammed his fist on the table, startling everyone. His face was beet red, veins bulging on his neck. "No! This is unacceptable! You can't just freeze my funds like that! Who do you think you are, Nicholas?! This is fraud!"Nicholas remained calm, his gaze not shifting an inch from Gilbert. "I'm only freezing funds suspected of being fraudulent, Gilbert. Funds we traced from illicit activities. Feel free to prove to the bank that those funds are clean yourself. Standard procedure. Now, does anyone want to prove those funds are legitimate? I'd be happy if someone could."Simon Thompson, who had been observing silently until now, finally spoke up. "Nicholas, this has gone too far. You need to end this. We can go to the bank, explain everything that happened." His tone tried to remain calm, but there was clear fear in his eyes.Adam Weber pointed at Nicholas with a trembling hand. "You can't do this to my family! You're destroying the Weber Group!"Isabella stepped forward, standi

Everyone in the room panicked. The nurses and doctor who had arrived with Sonia immediately crowded around Adam's bed. Only Jessica remained calm, a look of satisfaction on her face that her plan had worked. Nicholas, who had been on the floor, slowly opened his eyes. Isabella quickly helped him sit up.The hospital doctor frantically checked Adam's condition. Moments later, his expression shifted from panic to astonishment."This is incredible!" the doctor exclaimed, his voice filled with admiration. "His pulse is stable! His blood pressure is normal! He's past the critical stage!"Sonia was dumbfounded. "What do you mean? That black blood... isn't that extremely dangerous?""That black blood was the poison expelled from Mr. Adam's body, ma'am," the doctor explained. He then turned to Jessica, who was cleaning her medical instruments. "You are an extraordinary doctor! I apologize for underestimating your abilities." The doctor extended his hand to Jessica.Jessica shook the doctor's

Nicholas immediately grabbed his phone. His eyes were stinging, but he had to make sure Isabella was safe. He called Martin."How's Isabella?" Nicholas asked."She arrived home safely, General," Martin replied. "The secret guards confirmed it. They're watching the house."Nicholas exhaled in relief. "Good. I'm going to send you a picture. Find out its meaning, its symbol, and who owns it. Immediately.""Understood, General," Martin replied.Nicholas photographed one of the swords lying on the ground, the King of Death's sword, then sent it to Martin. He wanted to know who had hired that guy to attack him, and why.---The next morning, Nicholas was already in his office. His phone rang; it was Martin."Well?" Nicholas asked, cutting straight to the point."General, I've got the information," Martin said, his voice serious. "That sword belongs to an assassin group called 'Fire Lion'. They're very well-known. Not just anyone can hire them."Nicholas listened carefully. "Fire Lion? I've

Isabella had just wrapped up a meeting with representatives from the Diamond Group. A faint smile still lingered on her lips, the result of a profitable preliminary agreement. The midday sky was bright above the skyscrapers. Isabella stepped out of the building, phone in hand, intending to find a restaurant for lunch. Business thoughts were still swirling in her head—new expansion plans and market strategies. She savored the moment when everything felt like it was falling into place.She walked alone on a fairly busy sidewalk, lost in thought. Suddenly, a motorcycle approached from behind at an excessive speed. The bike braked abruptly in front of her, emitting a loud screech of tires. A figure in a dark helmet, concealing their entire face, sat on the motorcycle. Their movements were swift. A glass bottle containing clear liquid was raised in their hand."Die!" they shouted, raising the bottle.In the blink of an eye, the bottle soared towards Isabella. A splash of clear liquid was a

Inside, there was a variety of sterile medical equipment."I found it!" Isabella whispered into the phone."Good," Jessica said. "Now, grab the antiseptic, sterile cotton, a roll of bandage, and scissors from that box."Isabella gathered the requested items, stacking them next to Nicholas."Now," Jessica instructed, "I'm going to walk you through this. First, we need to clean the wound.""Isabella, pour that antiseptic onto the sterile cotton," Jessica said. "Then, clean the area around the bullet wound. Be careful. Wipe away all dried blood and make sure the surrounding area is clean. Don't press too hard on the wound itself."Isabella swallowed hard. Her hands trembled slightly, but she did as she was told. The strong scent of antiseptic quickly filled the room. Nicholas hissed in pain as the cotton touched his wound. Isabella repeated the process several times until the area around the wound looked clean."Okay, Jessica," Isabella said, completely focused. "It's clean.""Good job,"