Inside the visitation room of the State Penitentiary, the air was cold, heavy, and silent.Lie Feng sat down in a high chair with total authority and confidence. He rested his hands on the wooden table, his face completely calm and relaxed, waiting patiently.The heavy door opened, and Ashley Vance walked up to him. His hands were locked in metal cuffs, and heavy iron chains dragged along the floor from his legs with every slow step. He pulled up a chair across from Lie, staring at him with pale, confused eyes."Why are you here, Lie?" Ashley asked, his voice shaking as he leaned over the table. "What do you want?"Lie looked at him with sharp eyes. "The new Michael called for me to fix the grid your son has damaged. I went to the tower and met him, but I knew right away he is not Michael Oliver. He looks different. But why are you in prison, Ashley? How did you end up behind bars?"Ashley leaned in close, his face pale and terrified. "He IS Michael Oliver! I killed him with the poiso

Michael couldn’t bring himself to keep scrolling through the endless wall of text in the email. The bold header—GLOBAL WAREHOUSE COUNCIL - MOROCCO DIVISION—seemed to flash like a neon warning sign against the bright monitor. He lifted his hand, grabbed his desk phone, and dialed Serena’s direct extension. "Serena," Michael said, his voice flat and urgent. "Bring Rebecca and come to my office right now." Before she could even ask why, Michael hung up the receiver. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers interlocked, his eyes glued to the glowing screen. A few seconds later, the frosted glass door swung open. Serena walked in first, her brow furrowed with concern. Rebecca followed close behind her. Seeing the tense posture Michael held behind his desk, Rebecca didn't even bother pulling out a chair. She stood near the edge of the desk, crossing her arms, assuming this was going to be a quick, emergency briefing. "What is happening, Michael?" Rebecca asked, her voice tight. "You cal

Back at the top floor of the Sovereign Alliance tower, the atmosphere inside Michael's executive office was tense, heavy, and full of unspoken dread. Michael stood near the massive floor-to-ceiling glass window, looking out over the glowing skyline of the city he had built, died for, and returned to reclaim. Serena and Rebecca were still sitting near his desk, quiet and deep in thought, as they continued to contemplate when to officially schedule the high-stakes trade meeting in Morocco. "If we send the reply email today," Serena said, breaking the long silence, "we can set the meeting for three days from now. That gives us enough time to handle the legal transfers here with the attorneys." "Three days is too long," Michael said, turning around to face them. His eyes were cold, filled with an unshakeable, ancient determination. "Michael, please listen to reason," Serena urged, standing up from her chair. "Even if this meeting turns out to be a massive trap set up by Dustin and his

The executive floor of the Sovereign Alliance tower was buzzing with quiet intensity. Michael stood by the glass window of his office, his eyes fixed on the horizon as he strapped a silver watch onto his wrist.Serena walked in, carrying a black leather briefcase containing the updated legal files and asset ledgers. She looked at Michael, her expression a mix of fierce determination and subtle concern."Everything is packed and verified," Serena said, setting the briefcase on the table. "The private jet is fueled and waiting on the helipad. Are we really doing this, Michael?"Michael turned around, his face set like cold marble."We have to," Michael said firmly. "Ashley and Dustin ran those Morocco operations in the dark for over a decade. It was their private hub for corrupt money laundering and illegal supply lines. It’s time to Audit Morocco. We are going to strip every single asset from their control, take over the entire regional branch, and put an end to every last drop of terr

Back at the Sovereign Alliance tower, panic gripped the upper executive floor.Rebecca stood in the central command room, staring at the massive television screens showing the burning State Penitentiary. Her face was ghost-white, and her hands trembled uncontrollably."No... no, no, no!" Rebecca cried out, tears spilling down her cheeks. "He's out! My demon father is out of prison!"She turned around frantically, pacing back and forth across the polished floor."Michael is gone!" Rebecca shrieked, her voice cracking with pure hysteria. "He just landed in Morocco! Dustin has an army, and now Ashley is free! They are going to march on this building and kill all of us!"Commander Damon stepped forward, his boots clicking sharply on the floor. He grabbed Rebecca firmly by both shoulders, forcing her to look him in the eye."Rebecca! Look at me!" Damon commanded, his voice loud, steady, and full of absolute authority.Rebecca stopped hyperventilating, staring up at Damon with wide, terrifi