Victor’s hand trembled slightly as he held the phone to his ear, the cold tiles beneath his feet doing nothing to steady the heat rising in his body. The dizziness from the drink had not faded. Instead, it mixed with tension, confusion, and something deeper. Fear.The voice on the other end was silent for a moment, as though studying him, measuring his reactions, weighing his responses.Victor swallowed hard and tightened his grip on the phone. “Continue,” he said, forcing authority into his voice. “Ask your questions and stop wasting my time.”A low chuckle came through the line. Slow. Distorted. Unsettling.“First,” the voice said, dragging the word slightly, “how many fingers do you have?”Victor froze for a second, then suddenly burst into laughter.“Ha ha,” he said loudly, the sound echoing unnaturally in the bathroom. “What kind of question is that? Five, six, who knows?”“Please answer me,” the voice replied, calm and firm.Victor leaned slightly against the wall, his head spin

 Victor’s body dragged weakly across the cold floor, leaving a dark trail of blood behind him. His breath came out in broken bursts, each inhale sharper than the last, each movement draining what little strength he had left. The masked man followed slowly. Not rushing. Not panicking. Certain. “You should give up,” the masked man said calmly. “You are going to die today.” Victor shook his head weakly, his fingers digging into the floor as he pulled himself forward. “No…” he whispered under his breath. Inside his mind, something shifted. For the first time in years, fear broke through his arrogance completely. He began to pray silently. God… please… let me live… I will fix eve

 Chapter: The Moment of Exposure Victoria did not give Alex any space to think. The moment she received confirmation that all suspects were to be brought to the police station, she insisted they leave immediately, her urgency driven by a mixture of fear, suspicion, and emotional confusion that she refused to acknowledge openly, even though it was becoming more visible with every passing minute. Alex walked beside her in silence as they moved through the corridor and out of the hospital, his expression carefully controlled, but his mind was already working at full speed, analyzing every possible outcome of what was about to happen, because he understood that the police inspection was no longer just a precaution but a direct threat to everything he had been building in secrecy. Victoria glanced at him repeatedly during the drive, her eyes narrowing slightly each time she noticed his silence and the subtle tens

Chapter: The Transfer of Control Mr Armitage’s private meeting room was colder than usual, not in temperature but in atmosphere, because every man seated around the long table understood that the situation had shifted from controlled cooperation to strained pressure, and the failure of Mr Malcolm had created a gap that none of them could ignore or dismiss anymore. Armitage placed both hands on the table and looked at each person carefully, his expression hardened by disappointment and frustration that he no longer attempted to hide. “Let me be direct,” he said firmly, his voice cutting through the silence, “Mr Malcolm was supposed to secure stability in the construction and diamond placement phase, but now he is dead, and that leaves us with a problem that cannot be ignored.” A brief silence followed as the weight of Malcolm’s failure settled over the room. Gregory Horgan exhaled

The entire hall had shifted the moment Mrs China stepped through the grand entrance, because whatever controlled elegance had been carefully constructed for the signing party was instantly disrupted by the weight of her presence, as though the room itself had acknowledged that something far more complicated had just entered the structure of their carefully arranged unity.    Gregory Horgan’s expression tightened immediately as his eyes locked onto her, and for a brief second he did not speak, because recognition came first before reaction, and recognition in this case carried immediate concern.    Mr Victor Krane also paused mid conversation, his hand lowering slowly as his attention followed Gregory’s gaze, while Kael Durant instinctively straightened his posture as though the atmosphere itself had changed from celebration to evaluation. <