Lorenzo woke up later than he normally would have.He had pushed through the night to finish everything on his desk and his body had simply claimed what it was owed. By the time he opened his eyes the morning was already gone. He lay still for a moment, took stock of how he felt, then got up.He moved through his routine — breathing exercises, combat drills. Same as always.What wasn't the same was how it felt.His movements were cleaner than they had been the day before. Sharper. More connected. Like something in his body had quietly been reorganizing itself while he slept and had arrived at a better arrangement. He paused mid sequence and tried to identify what had changed. He couldn't pin it down. He shook it off and continued.He didn't know that the ancient medicine his grandfather had used to treat his stab wounds had done considerably more than close the damage. It was still working through him — refining things underneath the surface that he couldn't see or measure yet.He fin

Bianca Voss was conversing with the pretty lady jovially when Lorenzo started walking towards them. She noticed him coming towards her, but quickly turned her face away. She had been approached by several businessmen already, but turned them all down. She assumed the male approaching them was just another one of those businessmen trying his luck.“You’ve arrived,” a male voice said.She had already decided to ignore him, but the moment she heard his voice, she abruptly turned her head in shock.As she suspected, the man who had approached her was Lorenzo!Excited and relieved to see him, she did something completely shocking. She threw herself at him, hugging him tightly in full view of everyone present. The people around them were all stunned, including the lady beside Bianca Voss. Victor Hargrove could hardly believe what he was seeing. It felt like a direct insult to his pride, and his face immediately darkened with anger.Lorenzo himself was also taken aback. He hadn’t expected su

The remainder of the business gathering proceeded without any issues. No further disputes or confrontations occurred among the businessmen present. Roughly thirty minutes after Malcom Hadid introduced Lorenzo Byers to the crowd, Bianca Voss had already collected numerous business cards from various influential figures at the event. Most of them had already scheduled appointments with her and planned to visit Crestline Meridian soon to formally submit applications for investment funding. Bianca assured them that any project capable of passing the company’s screening process would receive substantial financial backing. Lorenzo was genuinely glad he had attended the gathering. The benefits he gained from it were far greater than he had anticipated. The networking opportunities the event provided were extraordinary. With so many businessmen seeking investments from Crestline Meridian, he was confident he would secure several highly promising projects. Those investments would greatly imp

The return to Byers Mansion was uneventful. Now that the major problems surrounding Crestline Meridian had been handled, Lorenzo no longer had anything urgent pressing on him. With Marcus Cole now fully settled into his role within the company, things had finally stabilized enough for him to relax. By the time he reached his penthouse inside Byers Mansion, exhaustion quietly set in. The distance between Crestline Meridian’s headquarters and his residence was far, and it always took a toll after a long day. He entered, took a long hot shower, and followed it with a satisfying meal. Once finished, he changed into a loose black bathrobe and sank into his king-sized bed. For a while, he simply existed in stillness. No meetings. No documents. No pressure. Just his phone in hand as he idly scrolled through social media. An hour passed without him realizing it. Eventually, a thought crossed his mind—he hadn’t opened his Grey account in a long time. Curious, he tapped the app

The following morning, Lorenzo Byers woke up far later than usual. It wasn’t surprising considering how late he had gone to bed the previous night. After getting up, he immediately began his normal morning routine. First came the breathing and meditation techniques contained inside the worn leather-bound book his grandfather had once handed to him. Afterward, he moved on to his martial arts training. By the time he finished, sweat coated his body lightly. He headed into the bathroom for a quick shower, washing away the exhaustion from the previous night. Once he was done, he requested breakfast to be sent upstairs to his suite. Lorenzo had barely finished eating when his phone suddenly rang. He glanced at the screen. Derek. Without delay, he answered the call and switched it to speaker mode. “Good morning, Young Master Byers,” Derek greeted respectfully the moment the line connected. “Morning, Derek,” Lorenzo replied calmly. “I’ve completed the detailed investigation into E