The old man’s face twisted with rage, his eyes burning as he closed the distance. Then, without warning, he raised his hand high, aiming straight for Connor’s face. Gasps rippled through the hall. But before the slap could land. Connor’s hand shot up and caught his wrist mid-air. The grip was firm. Unshakable. Lord Kharzek’s arm trembled as he tried to force it down, but it didn’t move an inch. His expression shifted from fury to shock. Connor’s eyes turned cold. “You’ve no right.” The words were quiet, but they carried weight. Lord Kharzek struggled again, his teeth clenched. “Even if I can’t slap you here,” he spat, his voice low and venomous, “I swear you will pay for stripping me of my position.” Connor didn’t release him. “You will regret this,” Lord Kharzek continued, his voice rising. “When that time comes, you will cry and wish you never did this. You should do the needful now while you still can!” The elders exchanged tense glances. Then suddenly, they

The morning sun stretched across Glenwood Villa with a cold golden glow, reflecting against the polished marble walls and towering glass windows. Connor stepped out of his luxury suite already dressed in a perfectly tailored black corporate suit. A golden tie rested neatly against his chest, adding a sharp contrast to the dark fabric. In one hand, he carried a sleek black suitcase while his expression remained calm and unreadable. But beneath that calmness, something dangerous was building. His leather shoes echoed softly as he descended the grand staircase. The servants standing nearby immediately lowered their heads respectfully while the massive chandelier above reflected faint light across his face. The moment Connor stepped outside the villa, two guards moved quickly toward him. “Good morning, Master,” they greeted together with deep bows. Connor gave a small nod. Just then, Mr. Davis appeared from behind, adjusting his glasses as he hurried forward. “Good morning, Master

Steel Khyber’s grip felt like iron. Connor stared calmly into the older man’s sharp eyes while the massive office doors slowly closed behind them with a heavy metallic sound. The tension in the air immediately thickened. Steel suddenly released his hand and stepped aside with a cold smile. “No one is allowed inside my office,” he said deeply. “Not even the President of Numerica. Talk less of a kid bro like you.” Connor said nothing. Steel’s heavy footsteps echoed across the polished floor as he walked forward confidently. His black suit fit perfectly around his massive frame, making him look less like a businessman and more like a ruler preparing for war. “Follow me,” Steel ordered. Connor quietly followed behind him. Minutes later, they entered another section of the restricted floor before arriving at a massive conference chamber. STRATEGIC DOMINION BOARDROOM. The metallic words glowed above the entrance. The room itself screamed power. A giant round obsidian

The next morning, the entire command center glowed with streams of moving market data. Massive holographic screens stretched across the walls of Connor Wood’s private office inside the towering CloudTech corporation. Stock movements, acquisition reports, live financial updates, and global market trends.At the center of everything sat Connor himself behind a sleek black desk, his golden laptop already active. His cold eyes scanned the falling figures carefully. Most of the Wood Group subsidiaries remained stable. Only one corporation showed damage. Titan Origin. Connor’s fingers tapped lightly against the desk before he activated the communication system. The screen split into several sections instantly. One after another, the CEOs of the Wood Group subsidiaries appeared. The moment they saw Connor, all of them straightened immediately. “Good morning, Master.” Their voices echoed together respectfully. Connor leaned back calmly. “Because of the ongoing sabotage and espio

Minutes later, Connor stepped into the luxury suite inside Glenwood Villa. The massive room carried its usual silence, while the marble floors reflected the warm chandelier lights. Connor removed his suit slowly and picked up his iPhone 17 from the table. He immediately dialed Mr Davis number again. The line rang once. Then disconnected. Connor’s eyes narrowed slightly. At that exact moment, a message flashed across the screen. Master, it’s Mr Davis. I’m waiting outside. Connor stood up immediately and walked toward the suite entrance. The moment he opened the door, Mr Davis bowed respectfully. “I called earlier this morning, Master,” Mr Davis said carefully. “But there was no response.” Connor nodded once. “I was busy with my subsidiaries. There was an urgent meeting.” His gaze sharpened slightly. “What’s the call for?” Mr Davis hesitated briefly before speaking. “It concerns the same woman. Mrs Agatha White.” Connor’s expression changed slightly at the m