Harold's laughter echoed off the walls of the lavish office, mockingly. Agent Morrison exchanged a confused glance with her colleagues. Bruce stood perfectly still, watching in silence.Harold laughed heartily for a long while before finally slowing down, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye. His laughter died abruptly and a cold, venomous glare took over his face."I don't know this man," Harold said, his voice thick with contempt. "I've never seen him before in my life. He's clearly deranged, and I demand you remove him from my presence immediately."Agent Morrison's face tightened. She turned to Bruce, her expression hard. "Mr. Mann, I think it's time we leave. This was a mistake."She grabbed Bruce's arm, pulling him toward the door. "I'm terribly sorry for the disruption, Mr. West. We'll be going now."Harold cocked his chin up. "See that you do. And if that man ever steps foot in my building again, I'll have him arrested for trespassing."Bruce allowed himself to be guided towa

Harold's face contorted with rage and shock. His hands trembled at his sides as he grabbed his son by the collar, yanking him close."What did you just say?!" Harold shouted, his voice breaking with anger. "Our bank lost one hundred million dollars? How is that possible?!"Holland's face was pale, his voice shaky. "It happened so fast, Dad. While you were still in police custody, the bank started bleeding money. Our stock value took a nosedive. Panic spread through the board like wildfire."Harold released his son's collar and staggered backward, his hand pressed to his chest. "No, that's not possible. Our bank is too strong to collapse overnight. Who would dare—""There's more, Dad," Holland interrupted, his voice low. "One of our hotel chains downtown had a fire break out this afternoon. They said it was an electrical failure. The entire building was reduced to rubble by the fire. That's $25 million gone in an hour."The color drained from Harold's face. His breathing became shallow

Bruce opened his mouth, but no words came out at first. He could feel the intense gazes of everyone at the dining table fixed on him. "I... what are you talking about?" Bruce said, his voice slightly strained. "Bruce Dominic Shepherd—the trillionaire? Of course I wouldn't be him. I'm just a regular guy."Daniel didn't blink. His eyes remained fixed on Bruce. "That's exactly what a guy like him would say." Daniel paused and leaned forward slightly. "I don't believe your name is Lazarus. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were my late sister's son."The room fell silent. Margaret's fork clattered against her plate, her hand flying to her mouth. Eleanor gasped, her eyes wide as she stared at Bruce."Oh my God," Margaret whispered. "It's true. Look at his eyes. He has Penelope's eyes. How could I have missed it?"Bruce felt the walls closing in around him. He had prepared for this moment, yet he couldn't find it in himself to reveal the truth. But now that it was out in the

The courtroom was packed. The gallery was filled with reporters, their pens and cameras prepared to capture each moment. Peter Dominic sat at the plaintiff's table, surrounded by his legal team—a group of sharp, ruthless lawyers personally selected by Bruce himself. They were the finest money could buy, and they had come well prepared. Beside Peter sat his father Daniel, his aunts, and Bruce, who had insisted on attending despite wanting to stay out of the public eye.Harold West sat at the defendant's table, his face pale and gaunt, his expensive suit hanging loosely over his slender frame. He had aged ten years in the span of a few weeks. Beside him sat Holland, who looked like he hadn't slept in weeks. Their legal team was formidable, but they were clearly outmatched from the moment they walked into the courtroom.The trial lasted two weeks. The prosecution laid out their case, presenting evidence of the West family's decades-long efforts to destroy the Dominic family. They bro

A hundred assassins from the Sovereign Seven have been given a hundred days to kill Bruce Smith. It was an unexpected news that rattled him at first, but after his initial shock, it only made Bruce curious. Kenshin continued after a brief pause. "These hundred assassins are no ordinary killers, Master Bruce. They are legendary, standing as the best of the best in their fields. Each one is a master of their craft, and the least experienced among them charges a fee of over thirty million dollars for a single job."Bruce's eyes narrowed as he did the mental math. "That's over $3 billion just in fees. And that's the minimum?"Kenshin nodded slowly. "It's far more than that, Master Bruce. Some of these assassins charge fees reaching into the hundreds of millions. But the cost is not the issue. The problem is that these assassins are known for never missing a kill. They will go to any lengths to complete their mission."Bruce leaned back in his chair, a faint smile playing on his lips. Ins