The flashes from dozens of journalists' cameras continued to burst relentlessly, illuminating Chloe Miller's face, now drenched in tears and smeared makeup. Under the pressure of hundreds of watching eyes, her downfall was instantly broadcast across the entire city. Several tactical officers began dragging Julian Vance off the stage roughly, ignoring his shrill screams and curses."Let go! I said let go of me, you bastards!" Julian Vance roared, his jaw clenched tightly, his eyes burning red with the overwhelming humiliation as his face was pressed against the hood of a patrol car. "Do you have any idea who's backing me?! My father will wipe out your institution overnight!""Shut up and get in the car!" an escort officer barked, shoving Julian's head until it slammed against the metal door. Bang!Chloe Miller watched the entire scene with a violently trembling body, her handcuffed hands shaking in front of her chest. The extreme stress made her vision blur. She turned toward the VIP s

The walls of the special interrogation room inside the central detention building felt suffocatingly tight and cold. The smell of cheap disinfectant lingered in the air, mixed with a stifling, oppressive atmosphere. Chloe Miller sat behind the iron table with her hair disheveled, in stark contrast to her expensive maroon dress, now wrinkled and stained with dust from the concrete floor.“I’m not lying! I swear on my life, the man on the other end of the phone was Raymond!” Chloe screamed, her voice breaking and shrill inside the silent room. She leaned forward, staring at the senior lawyer of her family with wide, bloodshot eyes filled with red veins. “That cold baritone voice… that deadly arrogance… it was Raymond! My ex-husband, that poor wretch, is the true owner of Apex Celestial!”Mr. Bram, the Miller family’s senior lawyer, simply let out a long sigh while massaging the bridge of his nose, which felt heavy with dizziness. He exchanged a glance with Evelyn Miller, who was sitting

Bryan Singer's footsteps echoed with a brisk rhythm along the marble corridor of his private residence in the Western Sector. Walking ahead of him was an elderly man in a black robe and thick glasses, clutching a leather-bound legal draft folder embossed with a lion emblem. The man was the Chief Justice of the Central Region, who had just received a transfer of fifty billion into his secret account from Bryan."Are all the loopholes secured, Mr. Singer?" the Chief Justice asked in a lowered voice as he glanced cautiously from side to side, his face filled with anxiety.Bryan stopped walking and turned around with a cold smirk curling at the corner of his thin lips. "You've already received your money, Chief Justice. Now tell me how to free those two rats from Yudha Negara's trap."The Chief Justice adjusted his glasses before opening the draft file in his trembling hands. "The raid led by Yudha Negara this afternoon was legally flawed. The search warrant they used was issued by the Cy

The rumble of cement mixers and the pounding of pile drivers shattered the silence of dawn in the Northern Sector. The massive four-story concrete structure now stood firmly in place, cutting through the thin mist that blanketed the vast area. Its exterior looked exceptionally sturdy, resembling a tactical fortress belonging to a top-tier military faction.Raymond stood atop a pile of steel beams, his pitch-black eyes fixed on the workers below. The cold morning wind brushed against his loose black shirt.[God of War System: Spiritual Power 70% Active — Earth's Axis Synchronization Complete]A stream of exceptionally pure, invisible energy circulated through his bloodstream, making his chest feel lighter and sharpening his hearing several times over."How is the progress, Mr. Chen?" Raymond asked, his voice deep, low, yet resonating with an authority that seemed to weigh upon the morning air.Mr. Chen, wearing a white construction helmet, immediately jogged toward Raymond. His weather

The atmosphere around them suddenly became the center of attention for all upper-faction businessmen in the hall. Mocking whispers rose from all sides, ridiculing Raymond’s audacity as someone who did not know his place before Bryan Singer.Natalie Sterling grabbed Raymond’s arm, her fingers turning pale, her voice trembling from a mix of shame and escalating stress. “Raymond, I beg you… stop… don’t make this situation worse. I don’t want our dignity to be trampled any further here.”Bryan Singer smiled—a cunning, lethal tactical grin. He placed his champagne glass onto a passing waiter’s tray, then looked at Natalie with an expression of legal pressure.“The choice is in your hands, Natalie. Sign the draft contract transferring fifty-one percent of the South Sector port shares tonight in front of all my business colleagues, or watch your entire port material rot in my Western Faction harbor.”“You… you are truly vile, Bryan!” Natalie hissed, tears of rage forming at the corners of he