The car screeched against the concrete floor before rolling to a stop.Master Feng stepped out, his face covered with both fury and frustration."That's absolute nonsense! I was humiliated in that meeting!" His voice climbed with each word, trembling with barely contained rage."You need to calm down." Isabella rushed from the passenger side to his side. "That woman embarrassed all of us, honey, but you can't let it consume you like this." She ran her hand along his back, trying to soothe him. "Don't let this worry you so much. Remember your medical condition."Feng scoffed.How could he not worry? He had fought and fought, yet victory remained forever out of reach. He had fought his younger brother Zhenyu Junior for what was rightfully his. He had fought Li. Now Edward a third generation enemy? And he shouldn't be worried?It was all their father's fault. He hated that man. His younger brother had been named after their father, while he was simply called Feng. They had cheated him ou

Jason's hand grabbed the car door, his fingers digging into the cold metal as fresh pain bit into his chestThe caller's voice had carried something unmistakable... The tone of a man delivering a verdict. Jason had heard that tone before. It always meant the same thing 'he had lost one of his men' and he dreaded it, every single time.He steadied himself against the doorframe. "Who?""Leon."The name landed like a punch to the gut.Leon was an orphan Jason had spotted in the rain one evening, shivering beneath a broken awning, so small that the water seemed to swallow him whole. Even when he was warned that it might be a trap, Jason couldn't drive past.The boy's parents had died in a fire he'd accidentally started while playing. Just a child's game that turned to ash and screams. His shirt had melted into his skin, leaving scars that would never fade. He'd hated himself for it all. But Jason raised him, when Leon came of age, Jason rented him an apartment, also opened a small shop w

One billion naira should be allocated to the media arm of the company? He squinted at the pagefor what exactly? He flipped through the pages of the file, but there was no reason why such money should be allocated.He uncapped his pen and began scribbling comments in the margins. His handwriting was tighter than usual, the letters pressing against each other as the pen scratched across the paper.A loud yawn escaped him, sounding far louder than he expected in the quiet office.He glanced at his watch. 2:00 p.m his eyes widened. He grabbed the jacket hanging over the back of his chair, the fabric rustling as he swung it on."I need to grab lunch," he said as he walked past Dave.Dave looked up from his screen, his brow furrowing slightly."I could get it for you, sir."Edward paused at the door, his hand resting on the frame."There'll be plenty of other opportunities" He paused as if remembering something "I'll also introduce you to a few people regarding Caleb, we are working to

The last time Feng was in this office, he had come to remind her that her branch of the family was gone, that she was alone now, that she should step aside and let his family rule Zhenyu Holdings. Was he still here to say that to her? Son of a bitch, the words formed silently on her lips.A smile was still plastered on Feng's face. His lips curved upward, but the muscles around his eyes remained tight. The old woman didn't hide the fact that he wasn't wanted there, her posture screamed it, the way her shoulders squared, the way her fingers tapped impatiently against the windowsill. But Feng acted as though he didn't notice that. He had a mission, and he must complete it.Mrs. Zhenyu walked to her seat, her heels clicking with deliberate slowness against the floor. She lowered herself into the chair, her gaze piercing into Feng."Say what you are here for," she said, her voice flat. "I don't allow visitors at this hour. If you have anything about this company to talk about, you shoul

"Yes," Marcus said, closing the distance between them. He took her palm in his, squeezing it gently."Camila... My sister?" Adriana's voice came out muffled, her throat tightening around the words."Yes, it's her." Marcus's voice dropped to a whisper. "She's here with you now."Adriana's eyes burned. The tears she had been holding back broke free, tracing hot paths down her bruised cheeks. The last time she had stood this close to Camila, she had been five years old, her little sister just three. She remembered her tiny little face back then, even her tiny voice filled Adriana's ear as though they were still children.The dangerous flu had come, and their parents had taken Adriana abroad to stay with their aunt, where the hospitals were better.The rumors had started after that. Whispers that Adriana had died, their poor parents didn't have a voice to counter the rumor. But after the killing, the rumors had been a shield. Who knew what that man would have done if he had discovered h