Inside the dimly lit, secured underground room at the Red Eagle facility, Dustin stood near the central command table, looking quietly at his wife, Serena."Serena," Dustin said, his voice deep and steady. "I need you to do something very important for me."Serena stepped closer to him, her eyes filled with concern. "What is it, Dustin? Anything.""I need you to go find your mother, Mrs. Morgan, and your grandmother, Grandma Earnshaw," Dustin said, looking straight into her eyes. "Take them back to the Earnshaw Villa. Clean it up, open the doors, and make the Earnshaw Villa a true home again."Serena shook her head immediately, her expression turning stubborn. "No, Dustin! I am not leaving you! How can I leave you down here in this underground shelter while Ronald is running wild out there? My place is right here by your side!""Serena, the villa needs to be occupied," Dustin insisted gently. "Our enemies think we are scattered and broken. By going back to the villa, you show the enti

Deep inside the dark, reinforced subterranean bunker of the Red Eagle facility, heavy steel doors slid open with a sharp hydraulic hiss.Commander Calvin stepped into the control room, pushing a pale, trembling Dr. Evans ahead of him. The doctor’s knees wobbled with every step, his hands shaking so violently he had to fold them together just to hide his terror.Dustin Quinn sat behind a metal tactical desk, leaning his chin on his hand. His cold, dark eyes locked onto the doctor."Dr. Evans," Dustin said softly. His deep voice echoed off the concrete walls."L-Lord Dustin..." Dr. Evans gasped, dropping straight to his knees on the cold floor, his head bowed low. "Please! Have mercy on me! I was forced! Ronald paid me... he threatened my family! I swear on my life, I never wanted to poison your drip!"Dustin stared down at the trembling man for a long moment. Then, he slowly stood up from his chair."Get up, Doctor," Dustin said calmly.Dr. Evans swallowed hard, rising nervously to his

Before Ferdinand could even process the phone call screaming in his ear, two Red Eagle soldiers lunged forward. In a flash of lethal speed, one soldier grabbed his wrist, twisting it until his silenced pistol clattered onto the floor. The other kicked the back of Ferdinand's knees, sending him crashing heavily to the ground.Ferdinand gasped, staring up in pure panic as red laser sights swarmed across his chest.Matt Earnshaw stood up slowly, smoothing the front of his tailored suit jacket. He walked around his desk with the calm, imposing demeanor of a multibillion-dollar chief executive."Did you really think you could just walk in here and take my life?" Matt asked, his voice dripping with smooth contempt. "Did you think it was that easy to destroy me so your shitty cabal can penetrate Quinn's assets?"Ferdinand panted, his hands trembling against the floor. "Matt... please...""I run Quinn's Global now," Matt said coldly, looking down at him. "Your father and the Vice President sh

News of Ferdinand’s dramatic arrest at Quinn’s Global Tower spread like wildfire across the entire country. Every news channel, social media network, and radio station broadcasted the jaw-dropping headline: Son of Chief Collins Arrested by Red Eagle Squad for Attempted Assassination.At the Red Eagle headquarters base in Winchester, Commander Calvin stepped out from the heavy steel doors of the underground bunker, heading up toward the top commanding room. His mind was still spinning from the secret plan Dustin had just shared with him.Before Calvin could even cross the hallway, Lydia rushed toward him, her face pale and her eyes wide with desperation."Commander Calvin! I need to see him!" Lydia gasped, catching her breath. "Please, I need to see Ferdinand right now!"Calvin immediately put his hands up, stepping closer to soften his voice. "Lydia, please! You need to calm down. Remember your pregnancy. You shouldn't be stressing yourself like this—it's not good for you or the baby.

While the entire nation was burning with breaking news of Ferdinand’s arrest and Vice President Ronald’s impending treason trial, Quinn’s Global Tower stood like an unshakeable fortress. Inside the massive skyscraper, the atmosphere was cool, quiet, and perfectly serene. Employees and department managers moved through the marble corridors in complete order, strictly focused on their work.In the top-floor executive suite, General Manager Matt sat behind his sleek desk. His eyes were glued to the large TV monitors mounted on the wall, watching social media erupt into pure chaos.Suddenly, the landline on his desk buzzed loudly.Matt pressed the speakerphone button. "Yes?""Good day, sir," the receptionist’s voice came through, trembling slightly. "There is a guest downstairs in the main lobby. He refuses to take a seat, he refuses to give his full details, and he insists he must see you immediately."Matt frowned, his eyes narrowing. "A guest? We don't have any appointments today. No s