The taillights of Sean's Rolls-Royce Spectre vanished around the corner, leaving the Vane Logistics building still trembling from the tension. Inside the car, the atmosphere was silent and cold—a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions he had just left behind in Viktor’s boardroom. Sean leaned his head against the soft leather headrest. Before him, the system's holographic display, visible only to his eyes, flickered with rapidly flowing data. [System: Blue Ocean Shipping stock acquisition has reached 15%. Market price is beginning to climb due to massive purchasing.] [Warning: The Host's presence has triggered suspicion among market speculators.] "Let them be suspicious," Sean whispered. "Jack, take us to the old port. I want to see what I just bought." Jack nodded silently. The luxury car glided through the grimy industrial district toward the Blue Ocean Shipping docks. The company was a sleeping giant—or more accurately, a giant being strangled by debt and hidden sabotage f

Sophia stepped into the vast living room with eyes gleaming with greed. She ignored the cynical glares of the servants and began to touch the surface of the Carrara marble table, then moved to the Italian-made leather sofa that likely cost as much as her old apartment unit. She walked toward the giant glass window, staring at the city view with a glimmer of victory in her eyes. In her mind, Sophia had already devised a plan. She imagined herself living here, wearing silk gowns, hosting tea parties with high-class socialites, and flaunting a ten-carat diamond ring on her finger. She was absolutely certain that Sean's current silence was proof that the man was still submissive to her charms. "Sean, this is truly extraordinary," said Sophia while spinning slowly, letting her expensive bag lie haphazardly on the priceless coffee table. "I know you did all of this for me, right? You wanted to prove that you were worthy of me. And now I am here, Honey. We can start everything from the beg

The sea breeze at the Ocean Blue dock blew fiercely, carrying the scent of salt and rust that had settled for far too long. Sean Alexander stood at the edge of the pier, letting his expensive cloak flutter in the wind. Beside him, Isabella appeared in stark contrast; her luxurious beauty stood alongside the rows of giant cargo ships that looked like sleeping iron monsters. "You really know how to ignite people's spirits, Sean," Isabella whispered while wrapping her arm around Sean's. "Fifty million dollars... that is no small amount for a gamble." Sean did not turn. His eyes were fixed on a cargo ship named The Blue Kraken which was undergoing minor repairs. "This is not a gamble, Isabella. It is an investment to destroy someone who feels like the ruler of this sea." [System: Abandoned Ship Detected.] [Item Detected: 'The Black Pearl' - S-Class Cargo Ship.] [Status: Locked (Requires System Repair).] Just as Sean was enjoying his new authority, a red notification flashed in the c

The morning sunlight streaming through the large windows on the 95th-floor balcony felt warm, but for Sean Alexander, the passion for power burned much more intensely than just a ball of fire in the sky. He stood tall, letting the morning breeze hit his broad chest. In his hand, the Ming Dynasty Navigator Compass throbbed slowly, emitting a faint blue light that synchronized with the system interface in his eyes. [System: Level 4 Synchronization Complete.] [Asset Detected: Ocean Blue Shipping (Status: Instant Restructuring).] [Active Skill: Market Prediction & Absolute Predominance.] Sean smirked. This resurgence was no longer just about personal revenge, but about building an unshakeable empire. Inside the room, Isabella began to move. She woke up with a body that felt wrecked but filled with a sensation of satisfaction she had never felt in her entire life. The influence of Absolute Predominance had carved Sean's name deep into her soul, transforming her from a business partner

The bone-chilling silence enveloped Viktor Vane’s luxury car. The sound of his racing breath was the only noise left after the thundering gunshot from the other end of the phone earlier. The phone in his hand felt hot, yet his heart was as cold as ice. "Ken? Ken! Answer me, you bastard!" Viktor shouted, but there was only static and the whistling of the wind to be heard. On his car’s monitor screen, Ken’s GPS coordinates suddenly vanished. Viktor slammed his fist into the steering wheel until his skin was chafed. He knew this was no coincidence. Sean Alexander had just sent a message. A message written with hot lead and blood. Meanwhile, inside the Grand Astoria hall, Sean Alexander had just lowered his champagne glass. His sharp eyes flicked toward Jack, who had just received a subtle signal through his earpiece. Jack gave a small nod, a movement almost invisible to the layperson, but for Sean, it was confirmation that the target had been dealt with. "You look very satisfied, Dar