Toria went back to another page that showed Quill investment. She leaned deeper into the leather chair, her fingers tightening around the iPad until her knuckles turned pale, eyes widened. The bright screen reflected against her face, but the calm expression she usually carried in board meetings had completely vanished, now replaced with irritation, bruised pride, welling anger, and something even uglier that she hated admitting to herself.Jealousy. A bitter, burning one. Her eyes dragged slowly over another page of information attached to Quil Investment’s recent expansion reports. The numbers alone were enough to make her stomach twist painfully. In less than three years, Draven had managed to build an investment company that was swallowing half the city’s financial attention like wildfire spreading through dry grass.And the worst part is most of the investors funding his empire used to belong to them.Her jaw clenched, and her fist tightened so hard, her palm bruised. She enlarg

The nurses immediately rushed outside with a patient stretch wheel, helping Kira rest her back on the wheelchair as they wheeled her into the labor emergency center. She held her husband’s hands tight, fear creeping into her skin. “Don’t worry, okay? I will be outside, waiting.” Dennis leaned forward and kissed her head. “I trust you, baby; I know you can do it. And remember I love you and our baby coming on the way.”“I love you too,” she whispered, sweating profusely, eyes slowly closing from fatigue. Dennis stood outside, pacing from the door to the end of the waiting room. He had never felt this level of nervousness in his entire life. Not when he wanted to send all documents to a cyber web he tested for years. Not when they came home to find their houses scattered and raided. A tear fell on his cheeks as he silently whispered a prayer to whatever supernatural being was up there. He had never been the type to believe in all those religious slanders and what’s not. But right now

Her eyes clouded with unspoken words, she looked down at little Draven in her arms, so many emotions ran through her all at once. A tear fell onto her cheeks. “This wasn’t the life we promised you,” she whispered to the baby. Dennis rubbed his wife’s back in an attempt to soothe her. Kira then burst into tears, her eyes squeezed shut as ceaseless tears fell onto her cheeks. She finally looked at her husband, holding his gaze, eyes glossy and sad. She muttered, “Do you think he will be able to survive out there alone?” “He would. I know it, Kira. He is a Vante, after all. We are conquerors.” He said, a slight smile that didn’t reach his eyes crept into his lips. He paused, equally lost in thought as his wife. He mumbled, “I hope he does.” Kira nodded and held his hands. “Promise me, if he ever gets into trouble or it becomes difficult, we will get him… please…” Her brows arched upwards with hope. “Better still,” she continued. “When this whole Mathew thing dies down, we fetch h

Present Time. Singapore City. A massive gray sign blazed across the face of a skyscraper building, with an inscription DEVANTE, glowing boldly against the dark glass exterior. It was the biggest in the city, its building towering over the surrounding small companies surrounding it. The atmosphere inside the company was thick, pulsing with precision. Inside, hackers, programmers of different levels, analytics, and award-winning techies worked relentlessly across endless rows of illuminated screens. Fingers flew across keyboards while streams of encrypted data flashed in neon reflections against tired eyes.Each department operated like an engineered machine. The specialist moved through the rows, monitoring the hackers closely as they worked, ensuring every breach, line of code, and digital operation remained written in perfection. The air buzzed with tension, ambition, and the unmistakable urgency of innovation.On the sixth and last floor, a woman in her late forties ’walked into

Draven Fist was hitting the punching bag heavily when one of the young guys from the gym came and was laughing, “Bet you won’t be able to knock me like that. I will have thrown you under the bus since,” he laughed with his colleague. “Really?” Draven suddenly turned. “Come tell me and see what you’ve got.” The guy went to the other side of the room to grab a boxing glove. “Well, you asked for it.” The guy put on his gloves and turned to Draven, positioning himself well on the mat. His friends raised his hands and shouted, “Start!!” The guy lunged at Draven; he dodged it immediately, knocking him from the back. The guy staggered backward. Without allowing him to recover, Draven lunged at him, punching him square in the head. The guy landed hard on the floor. But he didn’t stop; he growled and sat on him, throwing angry punches. “It is me, his father,” “Oh, my darling, we never left you,” Their words echoed in his head; all he could see was red. Draven threw another punch at h