The rough voice of the vanguard captain faded away into the quiet air of the master bedroom, leaving behind a thick layer of heavy silence.Supreme Commander Logan slowly lowered the tactical radio from his belt, his massive face turning completely dark like a storm cloud. He looked at Leo Sterling, waiting for the young commander to give the word to deploy the heavy border tanks.Arthur Sterling stepped forward, his newly healed body shaking slightly with a fresh wave of deep anxiety. The Forbidden Elder? Arthur whispered, his voice cracking with fear as he clutched the edge of the wooden bedpost.Leo, that old man is a shadow ghost. He controls the hidden judges of the High Council. If his secret army has crossed the river line, we are facing a total war that can burn the entire capital city to the ground.Leo Sterling did not show a single ounce of panic. He stood perfectly straight in his pure white Sovereign dress uniform, his twenty diamond and ruby medals glittering brightly un

The small silver clutch purse lay completely still on the white marble floorboards, its glittering rhinestones reflecting the bright light of the hotel chandeliers.Chloe stared at Leo Sterling, her breathing coming in short, panicked gasps.But as she looked closer at his simple black leather jacket and his plain dark trousers, the initial wave of paralyzing terror inside her chest slowly began to melt away.She remembered that they were no longer in the capital city. They were in Oakhaven, a completely different territory ruled by the multi billionaire oligarchs of the Global Commerce Council.Leo did not have his grand military trucks here. He did not have his large army of Vanguard soldiers backing him up in this foreign lobby.A sharp, nasty laugh suddenly burst out of Chloe’s mouth, her face changing from a pale green back to a proud, arrogant pink. The public face slapping drama was just starting, and her deep, wicked vanity made her completely lose her mind.Oh, I get it now,

Mr. Douglas lay flat on the cold marble floor tiles, his forehead touching Leo’s polished leather boots. The loud crack of the slap still echoed in the silent lobby.Every wealthy guest in the Grand Imperial Hotel stood completely frozen, their crystal wine glasses trembling in their hands. They looked at the scene with wide eyes, their hearts hammering with intense shock.Victor clutched his bright red, swollen cheek as he sat among the shattered pieces of the glass table. His fat body was shaking like a leaf in a wild storm. The public face slapping humiliation was so massive that he could not even find his breath.He looked up at Leo’s simple black leather jacket, his eyes filling with a wave of pure, paralyzing terror.Chloe stood completely stiff next to the front check in counter. Her face had turned a sickening shade of pale green, and her jaw was dropped so low it looked like it would snap off.Her hands shook so violently that she could not even stand straight. Her mind compl

The six multi billionaire directors stood frozen around the giant obsidian table, their mouths wide open. They could not believe their eyes.A young man wearing a simple black leather jacket was sitting comfortably on the white tiger fur throne. That throne was the sacred symbol of Lord Harrington’s supreme global power.No person in the entire eastern territory dared to look at that chair without bowing their head.Get out of that seat right now, you little piece of country trash, Director Thomas roared, his fat face turning an ugly shade of dark purple from pure, uncontainable rage. You are sitting in the chairman’s chair. You have just signed your own death warrant.Director Simon let out a sharp, nasty laugh, his eyes full of absolute face slapping scorn. He looked at Leo Sterling’s simple trousers and casual style. He thought Leo was just a stupid, crazy boy who had managed to slip past the hotel lobby.You think you can act like a king because you broke into our private room? Di

The loud digital alarms from the six mobile phones filled the grand soundproof boardroom with a terrifying noise. Beep. Beep. Beep.The bright red warning lights flashed across the dark glass walls, making the luxury room look like a very scary nightmare. Every single board member stared at their screens, their eyes bulging out of their heads.Director Thomas dropped his heavy gold phone onto the dark stone table. His hands were shaking so violently that he could not even hold a small piece of plastic. His fat face turned from a proud pink color to a sickening shade of pale green. He felt a massive block of ice drop straight into his stomach.My bank accounts, Director Thomas gasped loudly, his voice cracking into a high and pathetic squeak. The international stock market is crashing our company shares right now.We are losing fifty million dollars every single minute. The global buyers are canceling all their orders because we have zero raw materials.Director Simon pulled his own ha