The next morning, the driveway of the Miller Villa looked like a crowded festival. Over thirty news vans were parked along the road. Reporters, cameramen, and paparazzi were everywhere. They were shouting questions and waving microphones at the heavy iron gates. The news from The City Daily Insider had spread across the internet like a fire. Sarah’s sad face, holding a two-year-old boy in front of a greasy diner, was the most talked-about thing in the country. People on the internet were furious. They were all calling Alex Reed a "deadbeat" and demanding that Chloe Miller say something. Inside the villa, Chloe was pacing back and forth on the marble floor. Her phone wouldn't stop buzzing with angry messages from her PR team and the board members. "This is a nightmare, Alex!" Chloe said, her voice shaking. She looked out the window at the flashing cameras. "The board wants an emergency meeting. They think this scandal will destroy our company. Uncle Richard and Jason are probably lau

The storm had finally arrived. Heavy, freezing rain slammed against the rusted metal roof of the old shipyard building at Pier 9. The noise was so loud it echoed through the empty space. Inside, the air smelled like rotten wood and old sea salt. Long shadows stretched across the cracked floor, lit only by one yellow light bulb hanging from the ceiling. Beatrice was tied tightly to a heavy wooden chair. Her gray hair was soaked from the rain leaking through the roof, and she was shaking from the cold and fear. A cloth was tied around her mouth, so she could only make quiet, desperate sounds. Luke stood just a few feet away. He was tapping a thick metal pipe against his boot. Clang. Clang. Clang. The sound was steady and terrifying. Suddenly, the heavy iron doors at the end of the building groaned open. The wind howled, pushing rain inside. Through the mist, a tall figure stepped into the building. Alex Reed walked in with slow, careful steps. He wore a dark hoodie with the hood pull

Two days after Beatrice’s rescue, things at the Miller Villa were quiet. Chloe was in her bedroom, packing her clothes into a black suitcase. She had to fly to London for the Global Tech Summit. This was the biggest meeting of the year for tech companies. If Chloe gave a great speech, Miller Tech would become famous across the world. Alex stood by the door, watching her. "I have the plane tickets," Alex said. "I’m going with you as your assistant." Chloe smiled. She looked much more relaxed with Alex around. "Thank you, Alex. I need you there. My Uncle Richard has been very quiet lately, and that makes me nervous. He usually has a mean plan ready." The next day, they flew to England. It was a long nine-hour flight. Chloe spent the whole time working on her digital slides. She had created a new Artificial Intelligence (AI) program to help hospitals keep track of patients. This project could make billions of dollars for her company. When they landed in London, the weather was cold.

Alex Reed stared at the glowing screen of the borrowed laptop. He didn't waste a single second. His fingers flew across the keyboard so fast they looked like a blur, making a loud, steady tapping sound that filled the dark corner of the room. Through his God-Level Hacking Skills, the digital world became as clear as glass. He could see the path the hackers had used to break into Chloe’s system. They had hidden their tracks through six different servers in countries like Switzerland, Russia, and Germany. To a normal computer expert, this would be an impossible maze. To Alex, it was as simple as a straight line. He opened a command window and typed a series of complex codes. Enter. Green text scrolled down the screen at high speed. He quickly found the main server that was sending the "delete" command to Chloe's laptop. "You think you can hide?" Alex whispered, his eyes cold and sharp. He didn't just stop the deletion. He took control of the hackers' own connection and turned it ba

Lord Edward did not wait for an answer. He turned around, tapped his silver cane against the floor, and walked away. His two tall bodyguards followed him closely. Their heavy leather shoes made a loud, snapping sound on the hard floor. Chloe watched him leave. Her face turned white. Her knees felt weak, and she had to lean against a desk to keep from falling. "One hundred million," she whispered. Her voice was shaking. "He wants to steal my father’s life work. That patent is worth billions. It is the only thing that can save my company in the future." Alex stepped up beside her. He did not look worried at all. "He is just trying to scare you, Chloe. He wants you to make a fast decision because he knows how valuable that patent is." "You don't understand, Alex," Chloe said. Her eyes were red with tears. "Lord Edward is not like my Uncle Richard. Richard is greedy, but he is not that smart. Edward actually has the power to do what he says. He owns the docks. He owns the shipping cont