Lucy's blood turned to ice. Her hands shot up to cover her mouth, her eyes wide with terror."No," she whispered. "You wouldn't."Brenda's smile widened coldly. "Oh, yes we would. There's no way we'll die as long as you can pay off this debt. She stepped closer, her shadow falling over Lucy's wheelchair. "Someone out there met with the Godfather. Someone managed to convince him to clear only the part of the debt that belongs to you. Lucy, that person is connected. And you're going to use that connection to save us."Gerald nodded, crossing his arms. "The Sopranos don't forgive debts out of the blue. Someone did this for you. Someone with money and influence." His eyes narrowed. "Who is he?"Lucy’s voice cracked as she shook her head. "This is madness. I don't know what you're talking about. I don't have anyone—""Don't lie to us!" Miranda shrieked. "Five million dollars doesn't just appear out of nowhere! You're hiding something!"Paul clenched his fists. "Who is he, Lucy? Is it you

The next morning, Bruce woke to the sound of knocking. Three sharp knocks echoed on the door before it finally opened. Oswald stepped fully into the room and drew back the curtains. He announced, "Breakfast is ready, Master Bruce." Bruce groaned and buried his face deeper into the pillow as sunlight splashed across his face. "What time is it?" he asked. Oswald checked his watch. "It's eight-thirty, Master Bruce. You really must get up. You've overslept; it's way past your wake-up time." Bruce had slept poorly. Throughout the night, he couldn't stop thinking about Isabella and the rash decision that caused her to marry Enzo. "I just need an extra hour of sleep," Bruce mumbled into his pillow. "Breakfast will have to wait for now." But Oswald shook his head. "I'm afraid that won't be possible, Master Bruce. There’s someone waiting for you downstairs. He wants to see you right now." Bruce yawned and ran a hand through his messy hair. "A guest? Who is it?" Oswald's lips tighte

For the next twenty minutes, Bruce remained seated in the dining room, turning the ring over and over in his fingers. He lifted it toward the light, pressed it into his palm, then closed his eyes and focused, waiting for something to happen.Still nothing.He sighed, clearly frustrated. "I don’t sense anything from this thing. How does it even work?"Alistair ran his hand over his chin in deep thought. "To be frank, I don't really understand how it works. All I know is the story behind it. How your great-grandfather used it is beyond me."Bruce frowned, the ring felt heavy and lifeless on his finger. "Well, that's not very helpful."Alistair spread his hands apologetically. "I'm sorry, son. That's all I know. I've never had to use the ring myself. Perhaps it's best if you wear it all the time. Who knows? You might be able to figure it out."Bruce shook his head slowly. "If the Zenith clan is truly that dangerous, I need to prepare myself. I need to understand how this ring works. I ca

Minutes later, Victoria Cross stormed into Bruce's office and slammed the stack of transfer documents onto his desk, her chest heaving. "Can you believe this?" she demanded. "What kind of sick joke is this? The bastard wanted me to sign an ownership transfer to him. Is he crazy? Does he think I'm stupid?" Bruce sat down behind his desk, his expression calm. "If I hadn't been there, you would have signed it." Victoria froze. Her brow furrowed. "What do you mean?" Bruce leaned back in his chair. "You and the other executives were hypnotized." Victoria's face went pale. "Hypnotized? That's impossible." Bruce shook his head. "Think about it. It's the only reasonable explanation why you felt like you just woke up from a deep sleep." Victoria opened her mouth, then quickly closed it. Bruce continued after a brief pause. "He had you all under his control. All of you. If I hadn't been there, you would have given him exactly what he wanted." Victoria's hand flew to her mouth. "But h

Bruce stepped back involuntarily, his pulse pounding in his ears. The woman standing before him wore Victoria Cross's face, with every little trait perfectly replicated.But it wasn't Victoria.The ring had revealed the truth. Through its power, Bruce could see the ghostly image of another woman layered over Victoria's features—sharp cheekbones, dark hair, and eyes like polished obsidian. The face belonged to the woman Yuji had shown him on his tablet just yesterday.Luna Zenith. The second-born of the Zenith Clan.Unlike her brother Killian, who could control minds through hypnosis, Luna had a different ability.Perfect Mimicry.A terrifying ability that allowed her to replicate any person she had seen with flawless details. She could mimic the voice, posture, expressions—everything.After Killian's failure at Shepherd Group, Luna immediately suspected that the company would take steps to protect its most valuable personnel. While her brother dealt with the consequences of his humil