A few seconds later, the door opened, and Vicktor Matts walked into the study room with calm, confident steps.He was a tall man in his mid-forties with short a grey hair that made him look experienced and mature. His face was sharp and serious, and there was a quiet confidence about him that showed he knew his job well. He was dressed in a neat, well-fitted dark uniform, with the Howard estate’s official emblem carefully stitched onto the left side of his chest.As soon as he entered, his eyes briefly moved toward Mark and Cathyrn. He looked at them carefully for a moment, quietly assessing the two new employees before turning his attention back to Caiden.With a respectful nod, he greeted him.“You called for me, sir?” Vicktor asked politely.Caiden gave a small gesture toward Mark and Cathyrn. His expression remained firm, and his voice was as cold and authoritative as ever.“Take them around the estate,” he instructed. “Show them every area they need to know as members of the

Before Caiden and Eunice fully entered the room, Caiden’s voice was already heard from the hallway. His tone was calm, firm, and full of authority as he discussed changes to the staff duty schedule.Eunice walked beside him, listening carefully while holding a tablet in her hands. Caiden occasionally pointed at the screen as he explained something, and Eunice responded with quick nods, showing she understood every instruction. The two of them were completely focused on their discussion and continued talking as they stepped into the antechamber.For the moment, they didn’t seem to notice that Mark and Cathyrn had been talking before they entered.On the floor, Mark and Cathyrn remained completely still.Their eyes grew wide with fear.Cathyrn suddenly stopped breathing for a moment before quickly covering her mouth with one hand to keep herself from making another sound. Her heart raced so fast that she thought everyone in the room could hear it.Mark’s face lost all its color.Eve

“Let me have your phones.”Mark froze for the briefest moment before taking his phone from his pocket and placing it in Caiden’s hand.Cathryn swallowed the lump in her throat and slowly handed hers over as well.The moment the phone left her hand, a strange feeling settled inside her.It felt… permanent.Caiden slipped both phones into his pocket without hesitation.“It’s standard procedure during specialized training,” he said calmly.“We can’t afford distractions or information leaks.”The word leaks hit Cathryn like a heavy blow.Her stomach tightened.She wanted to ask what he meant.She wanted to demand an explanation.But no words came out.She knew that questioning Caiden now would only make the situation even worse.As they were escorted to their new rooms in the secure wing, Mark walked close beside Cathryn, their shoulders almost brushing against each other.From the outside, he looked calm.Anyone watching them would have thought everything was normal.But Cathryn knew him

Mark placed his fingers on the keyboard, but he did not type right away.The cold keys pressed gently against his fingertips, making him feel as if they were silently judging him.The training room seemed much smaller than usual. Cathryn sat beside him with her back straight, just as they had been trained.She looked calm on the outside, but Mark noticed a small shake in her left hand where it rested on the edge of the table.Standing behind them was Iowa, she had just returned back from her short break. The bright light above reflected off her short dark hair as she leaned forward slightly.She looked completely calm and confident.“In this second section, we’re leaving the practice sessions behind,” she said in a steady and professional voice.“This is a real operation with real targets and real consequences. Never forget this, being careful is more important than being too fast. One small mistake or trace can ruin everything you have worked for.”Caiden stood quietly near the tall w

The money transfer was completed at exactly 9:14 that morning, three days after the board meeting on the fourteenth floor.Twelve million dollars quietly left an account under the name Bellcastle Ventures.And it was sent to a holding company that, on paper, showed no connection at all to DEZ OILS.Gerald Stanley confirmed everything with one short phone call to Caiden.His voice was calm and professional, like a regular business conversation.“It’s done,” Gerald said.“Everything is clean, nothing suspicious was triggered. Bellcastle now owns an eight percent share of DEZ OILS through two separate shell companies.”“From Derrick’s point of view, it’ll look like an ordinary investment company that spotted a good business opportunity.”Caiden stood beside the large window in his private office.A glass of water sat untouched on the desk behind him. Far below, the city carried on with its usual rhythm.People went about their day, completely unaware that a quiet battle had just begun beh