Carter furrowed his brow. He knew it, 50 million dollars was a lot of money. What he asked Credit Ally to do was not up to that figure. The gap between the job and the price made his mind tighten, but the situation he was in left him with very little room to negotiate.If it were on normal terms, this was the moment he was going to stop talking to Credit Ally and block his line. But he needed him. And right now, need was stronger than logic.He sighed, the weight of the decision settling in his chest. “Okay,” he sounded.“Yes!!!” Credit Ally clenched his fist in happiness but made sure his voice was very low so that Carter wouldn’t hear it on the phone and know he was very happy Carter was eager to pay. The excitement surged through him, but experience told him to keep it buried beneath calm.On the other end of the call, Carter stared at the laptop screen in front of him, his expression unreadable. The glow from the screen reflected faintly in his eyes as calculations ran silently th

After Carter sent the money, he walked to the bathroom. The tension in his shoulders followed him in. He washed his face and stared at himself for a moment, water dripping slowly down his chin.His thoughts struck him hard, sharper than before. “Liam, you just wait!” he smirked into the mirror as though he could already see tomorrow unfolding in his favor.He stepped out of the bathroom and headed straight to his closet, his steps more deliberate now. He picked out a fresh and clean shirt and a new pair of pants and wore them without hesitation.He rolled his sleeves to half arm length, a habitual gesture that signaled readiness, hence he stepped out of his villa.****“Ma’am, I prepared a fresh fruit juice, please drink.” Lilian bowed as she carried the tray in her hand, careful not to make a mistake.On the tray was the orange juice. She gently placed it down beside Betty, watching her cautiously.Betty was still lying on the bed, unmoving. It had been over 24 hours since she’d retu

Credit Ally understood it completely.There were three types of power. One, the power that couldn’t control itself because the man issuing the power was nothing more than a puppet.Second, the type of power that bends to a higher authority. And lastly, the power that already carries authority within itself.Right now, in this room, all three definitions felt real.Seeing how Liam sat in the chair in his living room, composed and unmoved, and how a man in a suit held him against the wall, it was clear which powers were present.There were two of the three types of power controlling him right now.The one that listens to higher authority… and the higher authority himself.The realization didn’t come as a thought. It came as fear—cold and suffocating.“I can’t breathe…” he struggled to sound. His veins cropped out through his forehead as his body strained against the grip on his neck.“That’s not the answer to the question I asked,” Liam said firmly, his tone calm in contrast to the chao

Carter frowned immediately.His hand trembled slightly as the realization settled in.He knew it—Greenfield was a nation blessed with a stable power supply.There was almost never a time the electricity went out without notice.So there was no way Credit Ally’s phone would be off unless he had deliberately turned it off.And if he did that—Then something was wrong.Very wrong.Carter didn’t waste another second.He turned instantly, stepped into his car, and drove off.The engine roared to life as his thoughts raced ahead of him, piecing together possibilities he didn’t like.The drive felt longer than usual.Every passing second stretched, tightening the knot in his chest.By the time he reached the countryside, his patience was already worn thin.He stepped out of the car and walked toward the door.The house stood in silence.Too quiet.He paused briefly and checked the time.“11pm.”At an hour like this, he knew it—most homes still had at least a light on.A sign of life.A sign

“Mr. Jackson, can we—”The call dropped before Carter could finish his sentence.For a split second, he stared at the screen, unmoving.Then it hit him.His heart drooped. His stomach twisted violently. Everything was happening too fast—too coordinated to be coincidence. This was not what he planned. Not how he planned it. Liam Ryder was the one who should be in doom right now, not him.He breathed heavily, trying to steady the sudden chaos building inside him.If the board were quick to demand his resignation as the heir of his father’s company, then this wasn’t just about the news anymore.Someone had pushed it.And there was only one person close enough to benefit immediately.Brandon.Carter’s grip tightened on the steering wheel.He dashed his leg on the gas pedal, his thoughts unfolding rapidly, connecting one point to another like a vision becoming clearer.Even if Adam Shittu and the rest of his crew had exposed him for stealing company money, the board shouldn’t have reacted