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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: Breaking Forward
[I apologize for the mistake in the previous chapter. It was a mistype. I do hope it doesn't affect your reading pace, and I apologize for any inconvenience it may cause].The wound on Dean’s shoulder was shallow.But the message was deep.He stood in the medical room inside his mansion while a private doctor stitched the graze carefully.Philip stood nearby, arms folded, silent.Clarice paced.“You should not have gone there yourself,” she said for the third time.Dean didn’t respond immediately.The doctor finished, cleaned the wound, and nodded. “It will heal in a week. Avoid strain.”Dean buttoned his shirt calmly after the doctor left.“There will be strain,” he said quietly.Clarice stopped pacing. “What are you planning?”Dean walked toward the large screen mounted on the wall.Maxwell appeared via video call.“I’ve reviewed the documents from the warehouse,” Maxwell said. “The shell company leads to a holding firm connected to Mercedes Logistics.”Philip spoke, voice low. “It’
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: The Hearing
The rain started before dawn.Not heavy. Not violent.Just steady.Like pressure building.Dean stood in his dressing room, adjusting the cuff of his black suit. The bandage on his shoulder was hidden beneath crisp fabric. The wound still burned, but the pain kept him sharp.Clarice stood by the doorway watching him.“You slept at all?” she asked quietly.“Enough,” Dean replied.“That means no.”He gave a faint smile.Philip entered, tablet in hand. “Security team is in position. The media already gathered outside the Financial Regulatory Authority building.”Dean nodded once. “Let them gather.”Clarice stepped closer. “This isn’t like boardrooms. This is political theater. They’ll try to embarrass you publicly.”Dean buttoned his jacket.“Then I’ll give them a better show.”Across the city, inside a quiet private lounge, Clinton Mercedes poured himself a glass of dark liquor.Pascal stood near the window, watching the rain slide down the glass.“The commissioner agreed?” Pascal asked
CHAPTER THIRTY: Fire In The Concrete
The construction site still smelled like smoke.Flashing red and blue lights painted the unfinished concrete in harsh colors. Workers stood in small groups, whispering. Some looked angry. Others looked afraid.Dean stepped out of his car slowly.The rain had stopped, but the ground was wet. Mud clung to his shoes as he walked forward.Philip moved beside him. Clarice followed closely.A foreman rushed over, helmet in hand.“Boss… it happened during the night shift. The lower scaffolding—boom. Just like that.”Dean’s eyes scanned the damage.Steel beams twisted.Concrete cracked.Black scorch marks crawled up one side of the structure.“Where were the explosives placed?” Dean asked calmly.The foreman blinked. “Explosives?”Dean crouched near the base of a support column. He ran his fingers over a dark burn pattern.“This wasn’t an accident,” he said quietly.Philip’s jaw tightened. “Deliberate?”Dean stood.“Very.”Clarice looked toward the injured workers being loaded into an ambulan
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE: No More Shadow
The gunshots were still echoing in people’s minds long after the street had been cleared.By the time Dean returned to his mansion, the entire city knew.News anchors replayed the footage over and over.The moment Philip tackled him.The crack of the rifle.The motorcycle vanishing into traffic.“Attempted assassination of business magnate Dean Hawkins.”The words felt unreal. But the danger was not.Inside the mansion’s private security room, the atmosphere was tight and suffocating.Philip stood before a large screen, replaying surveillance footage from nearby buildings.Clarice stood beside Dean, arms folded tightly across her chest.“You could have died,” she said quietly.Dean didn’t respond.His eyes were fixed on the screen.“Zoom there,” he instructed.The image sharpened.The shooter wore black. Helmet. No visible face.Professional.Clean exit route.No hesitation.Philip exhaled slowly. “This wasn’t random. This was planned.”Dean nodded once.“Yes.”Clarice stepped closer
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO: Difficult to Survive
The night pressed heavily against the mansion windows, the kind of darkness that seemed alive—watching, waiting. But inside Dean’s study, the light burned bright. Screens glowed. Files were open. The air vibrated with tension.Maxwell typed furiously, sweat on his forehead.Philip watched the door and the windows like a hunting dog waiting for movement.Clarice stood close to Dean, eyes sharp.Dean remained seated, calm, controlled, but the pressure around him felt like something turning solid.Finally, Maxwell exhaled.“I... I found something.”Dean didn’t look up from his phone. “Show me.”Maxwell pushed one of the screens forward. A map appeared. Several red dots pulsed across Alerion City.“These are Black Viper safe houses,” Maxwell said. “Unofficial. Completely off books. One of them is active tonight.”Clarice leaned closer. “How active?”Maxwell swallowed. “Twelve devices connected inside. Heavy duty encryption signals. Movement detected.”Philip’s eyes narrowed. “That’s a sta
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: A City That Doesn't Sleep
Alerion City never truly slept.. not even when the sun was still hiding behind the horizon. The moment Dean, Clarice, and Philip returned to the mansion, the streetlights flickered as if bracing for impact. Some nights were calm.Tonight wasn’t.The household guards opened the gates quickly, all of them looking shaken. Fresh blood stains were still on the outer pavement, not yet fully washed away.Clarice noticed it first. “Something happened while we were gone.”Philip nodded stiffly. “Shantel called. She said she’d wait inside.”Dean’s steps didn’t slow. He walked in with the same composed intensity he had shown inside the warehouse. Nothing rattled him now. But the deeper they entered the mansion, the more the air thickened.Shantel stood in the living room, hands on her hips, wearing a face that could have cracked stone.“Finally,” she muttered. “I was starting to think you three went skydiving.”Philip snorted. “Close enough.”Dean didn’t joke. “Report.”Shantel sighed heavily an
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR: Misinformation
Alerion City was loud tonight.. too loud. Sirens in the distance. Helicopters thudding somewhere far above. Traffic honking like a heartbeat gone wild. People moved on with their normal lives, unaware that the city was beginning to crack.But for Dean, Clarice, and Philip?Everything had changed.They dragged the sniper into a deserted maintenance room on the rooftop, tied him to a rusted pipe, and shut the metal door behind them. The city wind howled through a broken window, carrying dust and danger with it.The sniper coughed blood onto the floor.Philip crossed his arms. “Talk. Or I make you talk.”The sniper lifted his chin stubbornly. “The Mercedes will kill me if I talk.”Clarice crouched in front of him, her voice cold and smooth. “And Dean will kill you if you don’t.”The sniper’s jaw tightened.Dean stood at the window, staring out at the skyline. Lights flickered across the horizon like warning signals. His voice came out calm—but it sliced through the room.“You’re not impo
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE: The First Blow
Alerion City didn’t calm down overnight.It didn’t sleep.It didn’t breathe.It waited.News vans circled the streets like hungry birds. Commentators shouted over each other on live screens downtown. Every major outlet ran the story about Dean Eden’s convoy getting attacked in the heart of the city.But inside Eden Royalty Mansion, the atmosphere was different.It was quiet.Too quiet.Dean stood in the strategy room with Clarice, Philip, and Shantel. The early morning light cut through the blinds, casting sharp lines across the table where files were spread like weapons.Dean didn’t speak for a long moment.He simply stared at a map of Alerion City pinned to the board — red markers showing Clinton’s assets, blue showing Eden’s, black showing danger zones, and yellow showing unknowns.Clarice waited for his orders, her hands resting on the table’s edge.Philip leaned against a pillar, jaw tight, scrolling through the latest news updates.Shantel tapped her pen against her tablet restl
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX: Backfire
The Mercedes Tower never shook.It was built to dominate the skyline, a glass spear aimed at the heavens. The kind of building meant to make everyone who looked at it feel small.But today?It trembled.The moment the leaks exploded across the city, alarms buzzed through the entire tower. The private elevators locked. The boardroom lights flickered. Security scrambled like ants in a flood.Inside Clinton Mercedes’ penthouse office, chaos had already begun.Clinton’s face was red with rage as he slammed the screen on his desk.“WHO DID THIS?!”A trembling assistant stood near the doorway. “S-Sir, the files went public all at once. Multiple sources. Nobody knows—”Clinton threw a glass across the room. It shattered near the assistant’s feet.“Nobody knows?! You expect me to swallow that?!”The assistant swallowed hard. “Sir… it looks like an organized cyberattack. High-level. Clean. No trace.”Clinton grabbed him by the collar.“Find me the trace.”The assistant nodded frantically. “Y-y
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN: Military Recruitment
The day after the leaks, Alerion felt different.The city was loud, like electric, buzzing with scandal. Dean could feel it in the air when he stepped into the office early the next morning. The building was quiet, but the tension outside seeped through the glass walls like humidity.Still, Dean didn’t let any of that slow him down.He had something bigger to focus on today.Eden Royalty.His company. His future empire. And to build it, he needed people. Not just any people — talents. Fighters. Minds. Loyal hands he could trust when the war eventually resumed.The moment he stepped into his office, Nova was already waiting.She stood near his desk, arms crossed, tablet in hand, eyes sharp as always.“You look like someone who didn’t sleep,” she said.Dean gave a tired smile. “Sleep can wait.”Nova raised an eyebrow. “And war?”Dean paused. “War can wait too.”That surprised her.She lowered the tablet. “You’re serious?”Dean nodded. “For now, yes. Mercedes is spiraling. If I keep push