The boardroom of Neuman Technologies was filled with a heavy silence as the general manager of all the subsidiary companies sat around the table, their faces pale with anxiety after waiting for over thirty minutes. They didn't know why Margaret Neuman had called this impromptu meeting, or why it was being held in the parent company, which was still under construction.Ever since Jack's funeral, the future of their respective sectors had become completely uncertain, and everyone was on edge.“Is Miss Foyers really not coming?” The manufacturing manager asked with furrowed brows, looking around the room. “She's the only one running the estate right now, so if she isn't here, who called this emergency meeting?”Before anyone could answer her, the double doors pushed open with a soft click. A young woman walked into the room, her high heels clicking against the marble floor. She was dressed in a sharp, black tailored suit with a dark hat perched on her head. Her expression was calm, and h

A few hours after the massive news that spiked the entire internet, James Whitefield invited his aides for lunch at the Whitefield mansion. He was overcome with an inexpressible joy that he made the call right away.An hour later, his chief financial strategist and chief legal advisor walked into the mansion. Lukeman Trevor, and Owen Edgar seemed happier now, their serious expressions replaced with bright smiles. The next to come was Darlington Campbell, a look of relief on his face. But he still felt somewhat apprehensive… As if everything was not over.Elizabeth, Mary, and Ruth were already waiting for the three men who had helped James Whitefield conquer the Neuman Empire.“Welcome, our distinguished guests,” Elizabeth smiled at them, ushering them toward the dining table.The hired chef had already prepared a sumptuous meal, spreading it across the table. There was barbecue pork with raspberry sauce, French fries, skewered beef, and more. The aroma was so delicious, filling the di

Things had become a little uneventful since Jack faked his death. He had to live most of his life in the safehouse at the far end of his property. No one knew this particular safe house, except for his trusted circle… Not even the mercenaries hired by Jane.His daily routine included training in Jeet Kune Do and Sanda, as well as checking on Zack and Mark in the interrogation room. Different doctors were blindfolded and brought here to treat them so that they wouldn't die from their injuries. Although he was introverted, being stuck in one place without moving was becoming suffocating. He couldn't help but wish for a miracle to happen—something that'd make James Whitefield fall into his trap faster. Twenty-four hours in this quiet place wasn't a joke… Any sane person would go insane.Today, Jack was in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Since even the servants were not aware that he was alive, Jane was the one who usually cooked for him… Well, he often ordered food using her credit card

The morning sun had fully climbed over the tree line, spilling golden light across the north woods of the estate. The dew in the grass sparkled like crushed diamonds, making the scene like something out of Disneyland. But the two figures sitting on the lawn weren't paying attention to the scenery, absorbed in their own world.Jack and Jane sat side by side in the grass, the space between them filled with a quiet, heavy stillness. The rose Jane had given him rested between them, a small splash of red against the green expanse.After everything that had been unburdened under the sunrise, words felt entirely unnecessary. For an overthinker like Jack, this kind of silence was usually an enemy… A blank space where his mind would normally sprint through calculations, backup plans, and worst-case scenarios. But right now, with the cool earth beneath him and Jane's steady presence beside him, the noise in his head had completely vanished.‘How I wish things would remain this way…’ Jack though

The text message sent from Leo's phone had been the bait, but Brian wasn't the type to sit on his hands and wait at the old abandoned shipyard… He didn't want his brother to change his mind. Using his trusted street contacts, Brian tracked the digital footprint of the reply Lance had sent.“He's not heading toward the shipyard, Boss,” Julius said, spinning the steering wheel of the heavy black SUV as they tore through the rain-soaked streets of the industrial sector. “Our informants spotted a three-car convoy leaving one of Whitefield's private safehouses near the district line. Lance is in the middle vehicle…”He paused, observing Brian's reaction. There was none, as if the Boss didn't even care about his brother being the traitor. He then continued, “They're heading toward the grand suspension bridge to cross over into the upper district.”Brian sat in the passenger seat, his expression neutral. But his eyes were bloodshot, fixed entirely on the rain striking the windshield. “He's r