Chapter Sixty-oneThe Capital Spring Gala was not just a party. It was where rich people came to measure power. The whole event was held at the Grand Grandier Hotel. Everywhere you looked there were custom tuxedos, diamond covered gowns, and people important enough to influence the country’s money.Outside the entrance, paparazzi and elite security formed a tight wall. Cameras flashed every second. Whenever a Maybach or Bentley pulled up, photographers shouted names and guards bowed slightly.Long Wei stood near the entrance, trying to look calm in a three piece suit that probably cost more than a small house. Beside him, Chloe Andrews stood proudly in an emerald gown, holding her Executor seal like it was a royal crown.“They won’t even reach the curb,” Chloe whispered while scanning the arriving cars. “I already talked to the head of security. Any car not on the Golden Registry is to be towed immediately. And I personally removed the Vales from the list.”Long Wei smirked.“Losing a

Chapter Sixty-threeJulian Thorne stood there frozen.His face slowly changed from red to pale white. The Western Port, the biggest prize in the entire city, had just slipped out of his hands. All because of one phone call from a guy wearing a hoodie.The billionaires in the room started backing away from him. In this city, if you lose that much money in ten minutes, you aren't a player anymore. You're a corpse."The paper, Julian," Adrian said. His voice wasn't loud, but it made the room go quiet. "And the watch. I don't like to say things twice."Julian’s hands shook as he took off his five-million-dollar watch. He put it on the tray next to the deed for the port. Without saying a word he just turned around and ran out of the hall like a dog with its tail between its legs.Adrian picked up the watch and tossed it to Andrew like it was a piece of junk. "Here, Uncle. Use this to keep track of when the trash gets picked up at the Palace."Andrew caught it, his mouth hanging open. Marth

Chapter Sixty-FiveThe entire exam hall fell into a suffocating silence. Hundreds of pairs of eyes jumped from the shaking Proctor Zale to the pale, trembling Julian Vale, and finally to Adrian, who was casually leaning back in his hard plastic chair as if he were watching a movie.Julian breath hitched. “That is impossible! My father is the head of the Vale logistics empire! There’s more than enough in the account! And we have supported this institution every year, now you want to punish me, just because of this scumbag?" Silas walked in hoping Adrian was already sweating by now but was surprised to see his brother and proctor Zale cornered. knowing fully well that they were ruined he tried to fake a strong face, with his hand trembling around his phone.“There was,” the proprietor said, his voice cold as he signaled the two men in suits. “But as of five minutes ago, the Vale accounts have been frozen under a global financial investigation by the Grand Azure Trust. You aren’t just b

Chapter Sixty-SevenWhile the rest of Cape City slept, the North Peak Palace was a hive of silent, lethal activity. Adrian stood on the balcony of the Master Suite, his hands in his pockets, looking down at the road.The Vales' luggage was piled by the curb like trash. Silas and his father had been removed an hour ago, not by police, but by the Palace’s own internal security."Young master Adrian," Mr. Lawson said, stepping out from the shadows. He held a tablet that glowed with a dozen red stock tickers. "The Vales are officially on the street. But the Long family is trying to buy up their remaining logistics contracts. They think they can salvage the ruins."Adrian didn't turn around. "Let them buy it, Mr Lawson. In fact, tell the brokers to drop the price by 30%."Lawson hesitated. "But young master... that's giving the Longs a massive advantage. They’ll control the entire supply chain to the Western Port by morning." Adrian remained calm and finally he voiced out in a cold contro

Chapter Sixty-NineWhile the Gold Phoenix guards were tearing through the school library, hunting for Adrian, he was five miles away at the Royal Cape Golf Club.He wasn’t wearing a suit, instead he was just in a faded polo shirt and some beat-up sneakers. In his hand, he carried a single, rusty iron club he’d grabbed from the Palace garage.Julian Thorne leaned lazily against his gold-plated golf cart, smirking like he owned the world. He’d scraped together some credit from his cousins just to survive one more day.“Look at this,” Julian sneered. “The good for nothing consultant is playing golf. Adrian, do you even know which end of that club you’re supposed to hold, or do you normally just use it to stir the trash in your van?”“Why I thought it's an open game for anyone.” Adrian replied coldly.And Julian almost lunched forward until Jake stopped him, eying him calmly. "Julian, don't be mean," Jake, who wore a watch worth more than a house said. “You must not stoop to his mediocr