The boardroom on the 50th floor of Crowne Tech was a magnificent glass box, but to Aiden, it felt like a snake pit.Ten of the country’s most influential investors sat around a marble table. At the head of the table, Lewis stood with his chin tilted high, acting as if he were the mastermind behind it all. Gina stood near the door, wearing a supportive smile that, in Aiden’s eyes, now looked like a deathly leer."Ladies and gentlemen," Lewis began, his voice heavy with a false sense of authority. "Today, Aiden will show you the future of global trade. Neural-Wealth is not just an AI. It is an oracle that is never wrong."Aiden stepped forward. His hands were steady as he connected his specialized laptop to the giant projector screen."Let’s get straight to the point," Aiden said curtly. "This system operates based on collective neural patterns and market anomalies. In the next ten seconds, Neural-Wealth will predict the crash of the Tengri Group before their official announcement is ev

Zhara didn’t answer. She stood frozen in the middle of the cold warehouse, staring at Aiden as if the man before her were a ghost that had just crawled out of hell. And perhaps, for Aiden, that was exactly the truth."Ten minutes," Aiden said, walking toward the central terminal of Sovereign. "I’m giving you ten minutes to decide. You can leave this place, go back to your rotting apartment, and remain a copper wire thief until Lewis decides to eliminate you forever. Or..."Aiden pressed a button. The blue hologram in the center of the room bled into a deep crimson. Rows of real-time transaction data from Crowne Tech, currently being executed by Lewis in the city center, flickered across the display."Or you sit in this chair, and we begin erasing Lewis’s existence from the financial world, one cent at a time."Zhara stepped forward, her eyes locked onto the screen. "You’re insane, Aiden. You’re hacking your own system? If Lewis or his security team detects this backdoor, they’ll trace

"Why is the latency increasing, Aiden? I thought you said this system was flawless."Lewis’s voice crackled through the intercom of Aiden’s home office, sounding more like a demand than a question. Aiden leaned back in his leather chair, a glass of plain water in his hand, watching a miniature holographic mirror of Lewis’s screen on his own private terminal."It’s a synchronization phase, Lewis," Aiden replied, his voice devoid of emotion. "The more data Neural-Wealth ingests, the more it needs to recalibrate its neural anchors. It’s like a brain learning to walk. Be patient.""Patient? I have forty-eight billion dollars in open positions for the Tokyo opening!" Lewis barked. "If this thing lags for even a millisecond, we lose the spread advantage.""Then don't push it beyond the 80% threshold," Aiden warned, though he knew Lewis wouldn't listen. "The Sympathetic Resonance module is sensitive to the user's stress levels. If you’re panicking, the AI will mirror that chaos."There was a

The Grand Golden’s ballroom was a temple of refined elegance, a place where the scent of five-thousand-dollar perfume usually masked the stench of corporate greed. But tonight, the air had changed. It was thick with the ozone of overheating electronics and the sudden, sharp tang of panic.Lewis continued to laugh on stage, a high-pitched, manic sound that echoed off the gilded ceilings. His pupils were blown so wide they looked like drops of spilled ink, swallowing the irises completely. The billionaire elite—the men and women who thought they ran the world—watched in frozen, silent horror. Their financial savior was unraveling right before their eyes."Look at the screen!" a woman screamed, her voice cracking as she pointed a trembling finger toward the stage.The massive LED display behind Lewis, which had been showcasing the steady, comforting 20% growth of the Neural-Wealth Global Fund, was no longer showing numbers. The gold and white interface had vanished. In its place was a wa

"I’m the one who almost died on that stage, Gina. Not you. So tell me again—why the hell are you sitting in my chair?"Lewis’s voice was a jagged rasp, transmitted through a secure video link from the private clinic. His face, usually tanned and arrogant, was now a sickly shade of gray, his eyes bloodshot and twitching. He looked like a man who had spent the night fighting demons, and he was losing.Gina didn't even look up from the tablet she was holding. She sat in the massive leather chair behind the CEO’s desk, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the mahogany surface. "You’re in that chair because you’re a liability, Lewis. You had a manic episode in front of the entire Ministry of Finance. If I hadn't stepped in and signed the emergency proxy, the board would have liquidated our holdings by midnight.""You used me," Lewis spat, his hand trembling as he reached for a glass of water off-screen. "You saw me seize up and you saw an opportunity. Where’s Aiden? He’s the only one who ca