All Chapters of THE HIDDEN HEIR'S VENGEANCE: Chapter 81
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CHAPTER 81 : God Level Negotiation
A four-meter-long black marble table in the main conference room of Archon Tower had become the focal point for the fate of billions of lives.On one side, Matthew Thomas sat with a slightly pale face. However, his gaze was razor sharp. Beside him, Viviane sat with her back straight, her CEO mode fully active. She had refused evacuation. Across from them, the Envoy from the Galactic Core stood in silence. The hologram projected rows of numbers and complex diagrams floating in the air."Earth’s current status is ‘Prey Zone,’" the Envoy began. Its voice filled the room. "Your civilization has not yet reached a sufficient level of interstellar exploration. Under the laws of the Galactic Central Bank, planets with low intrinsic value may be forcibly acquired, their populations converted into contract labor for one thousand years."Viviane slammed her hand against the table, her eyes blazing with anger. "Contract labor? You mean slavery. You came here to threaten us?""This is not a threat
CHAPTER 82 : The Fate of the Losers
Far from the luxury of Archon Tower, the rancid smell of used frying oil and sticky floors dominated a rundown restaurant on the outskirts of Hell’s Kitchen.“Hey, old man! Table four needs coffee, and make sure you don’t spill it again like yesterday!” shouted a vicious-looking restaurant manager.“Y-yes, sir… right away,” replied a middle-aged man in an oversized waiter’s uniform.That man was Reginald Holt. A former regional real estate baron who once lit his cigarettes with hundred-dollar bills. Now, his hair was thinning, his face wrinkled, and his hands trembled as he carried a tray of hot coffee.As Reginald passed the small television hanging in the corner of the restaurant, the screen displayed Matthew Thomas delivering a speech at the United Nations. Reginald’s eyes grew glassy.Once, he had tried to destroy that man and belittle him. And now? He was nothing more than an insect, one not even worthy of being crushed by Matthew. A soft sob escaped his lips as a customer yelled
CHAPTER 83 : The New Monolith
A cold winter wind swept across the glass surface of the former Archon building in the heart of Manhattan, New York. The overcast sky beyond the three-meter-high windows failed to dim the tension inside the 102nd-floor boardroom.This place had once been the temple of Julian Vance’s greed. Now, it was undergoing a complete transformation. The dark oak table was gone, replaced by a glowing white polymer round table.Matthew Thomas sat at the head of the table. His head throbbed violently. A fresh drop of blood slid from his left nostril, staining the collar of his white Tom Ford shirt.[ARC System Warning][Neural capacity at 92%.][Processing the merger of 400,000 Archon and Lane Corp asset entities in real time.][Risk of cerebral hemorrhage in 4 minutes.]Matthew wiped the blood away with the silk handkerchief he always carried, his expression unchanged.The price is always high, he thought. The more he reshaped the structure of the world, the more his body broke down.“You’re bleed
CHAPTER 84 : The Master Architect
Three months later,Spring had arrived in New York. The night air felt cool and clear, sweeping away the haze that usually blanketed the city.Matthew stood on the balcony of his penthouse. He wore a simple cashmere sweater and held a warm cup of chamomile tea.Below the building, the lights of Manhattan flickered like a sea of artificial stars. Once, he had seen this city as a massive chessboard where he needed to crush pieces like Mark Davies, Carol Lane, and Reginald Holt. Now, all he saw was home.Viviane stepped out onto the balcony, sliding the glass door open behind her. Her belly had begun to show, clearly visible beneath her loose evening dress.“You’re not asleep yet?” Viviane asked, resting her head against Matthew’s arm.“I’m enjoying my ignorance,” Matthew replied with a soft laugh. He wrapped one arm around her waist while his other hand gently caressed her stomach. “I used to predict stock movements in Tokyo in milliseconds. Now, I don’t even know if our child will be a
CHAPTER 85 : Shadow In a Dark Alley
Matthew moved swiftly, intercepting Caleb near a massive marble pillar, far from the reach of prying ears.“Talk,” Matthew hissed without preamble.Caleb swallowed, looking at his boss with slightly widened eyes. “Sorry to interrupt your evening, Boss… but our early warning system just went off. My phone nearly exploded with encrypted alerts.”“How much?”“Five hundred million dollars,” Caleb whispered, his voice trembling as he fought to stay composed. “Thirty seconds ago. Gone from the Terran Alliance’s reserve sub-account.”Matthew’s eyes narrowed, sharp as a scalpel. “How does five hundred million move without retina authorization from me and Veronica?”“That’s the problem, Boss,” Caleb pressed, quickly pulling up a tablet screen hidden beneath his jacket. “The funds weren’t stolen from the outside. No firewall breach, no brute-force attack. The transfer used Alpha-level shadow authorization protocols. Someone used internal access codes.”“No one has Alpha codes except me, Veronic
CHAPTER 86 : New Pawns
On the other side of New York City,Thirty miles from the Bronx, in the ultra-exclusive Upper East Side, the atmosphere inside the Lane family residence felt cold and hollow.Carol Lane stood before a massive bulletproof glass window, staring out at the storm-soaked streets of Manhattan. In her hand was a glass of Château Margaux, expensive enough to fund a child’s education through college. Tonight, however, the wine tasted bitter on her tongue.At fifty-seven, she looked exhausted. Ever since Matthew Thomas dismantled the opposition within the board and installed Viviane hise, her only daughter, as the absolute ruler of Lane Corp, Carol’s social standing had plummeted.She was still immensely wealthy. But in New York’s elite circles, wealth without power was the same as death. She despised her son-in-law, yet she also feared the unnatural power he seemed to possess.Her private phone vibrated sharply against the marble table. Carol frowned. The number was unfamiliar, and the screen
CHAPTER 87 : Lazarus Protocol
Far from the noise and glitter of Manhattan, on an unregistered private island off the coast of the Aegean Sea, an underground facility hummed softly.The chamber was constructed with two-meter-thick concrete walls layered with lead, isolating whatever lay inside from the reach of military spy satellites.At the center of the frigid room, a cylindrical medical pod bathed in blue neon light stood like a modern altar.Inside it, the frail body of Julian Vance lay motionless. The Head Protector of Archon, a man who had once gripped the throat of the global economy, now looked like nothing more than a corpse preserved from decay by dozens of intravenous lines and electrode cables.Standing before a monitor displaying an almost flat heartbeat graph, Dr. Arisov wiped the cold sweat from his brow. Behind him, a tall, scarred man, Silas Romanov, stood with his arms crossed.It was Silas Romanov who had abducted Julian Vance from the hospital where he had been held in a comatose state after los
CHAPTER 88 : Silent Collapse
Matthew’s human brain was forced to become a processor, handling global-scale threat data in fractions of a second.[CRITICAL WARNING: GLOBAL BIOMETRIC ANOMALY DETECTED][System recognizes resurgence of life signs: JULIAN VANCE][Threat Calculation: ABSOLUTE LEVEL]“Arrrgh!” Matthew collapsed onto the cold marble floor, his body arching in agony. Fresh blood poured from both nostrils, staining his white shirt.[Initiating AutoBypass Bypass…][Forced Data Extraction Cost: Acute nasal hemorrhage, pain level 9, neural spatial disorientation for 60 seconds.]Matthew bit down on his lower lip until it bled, suppressing a scream. He did not want to wake Viviane, who was sleeping peacefully in the next room. He could not let his wife see the monster hidden beneath his expensive suit."Damn it… stop," Matthew raged internally, trying to restraisystem. "System. I haven’t authorized you to drain my energy."[Command rejected.][Threhosto Host survival reaches 98% if data is not integrated.][Pr
CHAPTER 89 : Time to Awaken
“Hold your line, Caleb. Isolate the remaining servers that haven’t been touched,” Matthew ordered quickly, then switched his call. “Vincent.”“Matthew! What the hell is this?” Vincent Chen’s baritone voice exploded through the speaker, filled with barely contained panic and fury. “The fusion reactor grid systems in Tokyo and Seoul just suffered a massive desynchronization. My secure communication channels with the ministers are completely down.”“Calm down, Vincent. Take a deep breath. Stay calm, relax,” Matthew replied, his voice flat as ice, masking the fact that he himself had only just grasped the scale of the attack.“Calm down? You’re telling me to calm down?” Vincent shouted. “You promised the Terran Alliance infrastructure was the most secure in the world. You promised me not a single state-sponsored hacker could touch this fifty-billion-dollar project. Thirty seconds, Matthew. For thirty seconds, someone had control of my primary reactor cooling systems. If they had shut it d
CHAPTER 90 : Blood Money
The steel elevator groaned as it descended at a nauseating speed, plunging thirty meters beneath the streets of Manhattan.Moments later, the doors slid open with a soft hiss, revealing Archon’s sterile underground command center. The glow from dozens of massive monitors cast a cold blue hue across the room, blending with the constant hum of liquid-cooled quantum servers.Matthew Thomas stepped out of the elevator. The faint smear of blood on the collar of his black sweater stood in stark contrast to his perfectly upright posture. But it was not the blood that made his three top executives hold their breath. It was his left eye, its iris glowing with a pulsing neon blue light, flickering in sync with the algorithms of the ARC System now fully reintegrated with his brain.Hector Alvarez, Caleb Foster, and Veronica Wu stood gathered around the central holographic tactical table. Their expressions were tense.“Lock all doors,” Matthew ordered, his voice as cold as a morgue freezer. He w