The city lights stretched endlessly beyond the tinted windows as Vincent's car moved through the late-night traffic.He sat in the backseat with one arm resting against the door and the other holding a cigarette loosely between his fingers. Smoke continued to curl lazily through the dim interior. It briefly illuminated whenever passing headlights swept across his face.He maintained a composed expression, but his thoughts were far from it. They moved relentlessly, circling the same problem from every angle that seemed possible. But there wasn't a visible clean solution."Moses," Vincent muttered as he brought the cigarette to his lips and inhaled slowly.His gaze fixed on the moving blur of light outside the window while his mind continued to replay possibilities.The simplest route was obviously to get Moses to sign the transfer documents. Force him, of course.But the thought irritated Vincent almost immediately. This was because Moses was just stepping out of an accident. He could

Vincent ignored his father's joke."It had to be someone with access," he continued. "Someone with enough intelligence and technical command to interfere with the vehicle we already controlled."Christopher leaped toward the bench opposite Vincent and lowered himself onto it with casual ease. Then he crossed his bad leg over the other while adjusting the sleeves of his shirt slightly."Yeah," he said calmly. "I know all that."He leaned forward."I knew it was the Lorenzo in-law," he added. "Yes. It could only be him."Christopher's eyes narrowed thoughtfully for a brief moment before amusement returned to it again."I never underestimate him, and I would have killed him when I had the chance," he said."But you couldn't," Vincent chipped in.Christopher shook his head."A Maguire can do all things!" he retorted in a loud voice. Then he took a deep breath. "He outplayed us with the CCTV footage."Vincent chuckled. "Of course he did."Just then, he heard footsteps approaching from behi

Moses hit the ground hard on the opposite side of the hospital fence, one knee buckling instantly beneath him as great pain tore violently through his side.A rough breath escaped his throat, and for one dangerous second, his vision blurred badly enough that he nearly collapsed completely against the pavement.The hospital's alarm went off just at that moment. It was a sharp metallic siren that pierced through the night air with brutal intensity.Moses jerked his head backward with great force."Movement behind the west perimeter!" a security man cried."Someone jumped the fence!" another said.Panic instantly surged through Moses.The fence had been ridiculously easy to cross. The perimeter was lower than he remembered, and the section behind the maintenance wing was scarcely monitored.Under normal circumstances, it would've been laughably simpler. But now, the entire compound had erupted.Security operatives soon flooded outward through both hospital gates almost immediately. Their

Moses remained frozen for one terrible second after the gunshots rang out from the upper room.There wasn't a single doubt in his mind that the barman was dead.More gunshot sounds tore through the night repeatedly. They were violent, defeating bursts that echoed across the alleyways behind the bar. Then there was silence again–the dead, unnatural kind that settled heavily over the streets.A bitter knot formed in Moses' chest, but the dying quest to survive dragged him forward before grief could fully settle into him. He forced his aching body back into motion and swiftly disappeared deeper into the night.Every single moment hurt him badly. His ribs burned with every breath, and his legs felt dangerously unstable beneath him. But he kept on–leaping forward through shadows and narrow streets like a hunted animal refusing to collapse.The city around him had grown quieter now. Most windows were dark, and the very few cars passing by barely noticed the bloodied dying man stumbling thr

Traffic dragged endlessly across the financial district while the glass towers of the city reflected pale sunlight like sharpened mirrors.Derrick drove in silence, one hand resting loosely against the steering wheel while his thoughts remained fixed on the Lorenzo Group.Beside him, Ivy occasionally glanced his way but said nothing at first. She already knew the look on his face. Derrick's mind was working.The situation surrounding Moses and his control of the Lorenzo Group had become far too unstable.If the Maguires got hold of him at last, then everything Pa and Ma Lorenzo had spent decades building could collapse overnight.Now, that bothered Derrick a great deal."We need to move quickly this week," he eventually said as the headquarters building appeared farther ahead. "Very quickly."Ivy nodded faintly. "Grandma already started the work.""Yeah, she did," Derrick replied. "But would it survive without her physically sitting in the office today?"That earned a small frown from