Ryan stood inside the large storage hall with Elara while his eyes moved slowly across the massive piles of food surrounding them. Barrels filled with wine were stacked along the walls, while baskets of fruit and loaves of bread filled several wooden tables. However, Elara suddenly spoke in a se

Inside Ryan’s mansion, however, the atmosphere was far from calm. His personal assistant, Mrs. Anderson moved quickly through the hallway, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. Her face was tense, her brows slightly furrowed as she called out loudly. “Boss!” There was no response. She re

Right at the entrance of the mansion, the man stood still for a moment, staring at Mrs. Anderson as if trying to fully process everything she had just told him. Then he slowly shook his head. “This is not good,” he said firmly. “This is not good at all.” Mrs. Anderson remained silent, watching hi

Silas McGray continued speaking “Mr. Franklin,” Silas, folded his hands neatly in front of him, “I believe we have reached a point where time is no longer a luxury you can afford. At this stage of such a massive project, even the smallest delay can turn into a very costly mistake.” “Everyone here a

At that moment, Mr. Franklin stepped forward again. His face was no longer calm or contemplative as it had been earlier. Instead, it carried a serious,stern expression that reflected both disappointment and irritation. He raised one hand slightly, signaling for silence. “Enough,” he said firml