“No Archer Corporation subsidiaries have access to the drugs outside the authorised research and development teams,” he said, tapping his finger on the table. “So I will ask again, how did your client obtain it?”A brief pause settled in the room. When the first lawyer opened his mouth, Ryan continued."The only known unauthorised entity to have gained access to Project Virgo was a criminal organisation that infiltrated one of our facilities. They impersonated authorised personnel, and that breach was discovered. The individuals involved are currently being investigated and have been charged.”The man sitting across from Ryan clenched his teeth, but he ignored him.“So unless you're suggesting that my company illegally distributed an unreleased drug to your clients, I'm interested in hearing your explanation.”The first layer leant forward. “How he got it is irrelevant because —”“Is it?” Ryan asked.The man's frustration finally exploded. He slammed his hand on the desk, and the soun

Outside the conference room, the chaos had only grown louder, and the moment Ryan stepped into the hallway, the first thing he saw was the three suspects being led away in handcuffs.The man who had arrived at Archer Corporation believing he would walk away with millions of dollars now had his wrists secured behind his back. His face had lost every trace of the confidence he had displayed earlier.The two women lingering beside him weren't any better; one kept protesting that she had nothing to do with the fraud and associated several allegations regarding the theft of Project Virgo, while the other had already begun crying, repeatedly insisting that she had only followed instructions.Neither of them seemed to realize that their words were making everything worse, and the police officers escorting each of them down the hallway shook their heads. Their lawyers trailed after them, arguing among themselves and demanding explanations from their clients."Wait!" The older whimper suddenl

Even though the hallway was mostly empty, he lowered his voice."Jackson said the Vipers were just a small piece of something much bigger. Big enough that the Vipers were afraid of them." That caught everyone's attention, and Odessa slowly uncrossed her arms. "The Vipers aren't a gang that can be scared easily." Darwin nodded. "Exactly." Ryan's mind immediately began connecting the pieces. The only organization capable of pulling something off and dangerous like that is no one but the Nokovols. Now he could understand why they were fighting too hard to contest the will, as they were not only looking for a route but also something else. “What are you going to do?” He asked, and Ryan returned his gaze back to them. A few wrinkles rose on his forehead as his mind roamed through several thoughts. “When was Dr. Jackson scheduled to meet with the gang?” He asked me, and Marcus dropped his gaze to the little journal. “Tomorrow noon,” he answered, and Ryan nodded his head. "Well, we co

"Wait, if you aren't the one organizing the party, then who is?” She muttered, and when she saw Ryan furrow his brow, she instantly forced down a lump in her throat. “I… I'm sorry, Mr. Wright. I will handle this immediately!” She added, turning to her colleagues, but they all averted their gaze, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire of whatever mistake was going on.“Send me security in the next twenty minutes,” Ryan muttered; without waiting for confirmation, he moved towards the elevator.The staff watched as he moved across the room into the elevator, and when the door closed, they let out a big sigh; most of them didn't know they were holding it until now.The elevator began rising, and Ryan's reflection stared back at him through the polished metal.His expression was calm. But his mind was clustered with thought. Someone had used his name. And had managed to get the hotel staff to believe they belonged there.Meanwhile, the elevator dinged open, and the moment the door opene

Gloria's face flushed, prompting her to grit her teeth. At this time, her friend had their arms folded across their chest with no one ready to intervene. "You're standing in my penthouse, and someone organized a party without my consent and placed an order in my name,” he paused, glancing across the group. Silent whisper, instant go-round. "Omg, he is the owner?” “I thought the judge owned this place?” Another voice muttered. “There must be some misunderstanding,” another voice chimed in. The room immediately became quiet again until the above echoed. “What’s going on here?” A masculine voice echoed from the rear of the living room, making several people part ways for the boy to step forward. “Judge is here!” “He should please handle this; it's getting boring already! The boy who was called Judge shifted his eyes to the girl wearing the white dress, and when he noticed the stain and the girl's expression, his face instantly wrinkled with a frown. Seeing the boy who arrive