"Morning, sir." Victor greet Derek as soon as he saw him on his desk.Derek smile at him. "Morning Victor, had breakfast yet?" He check on that old soul. "Don't tell me you take care of us first and forget about yours."That seems a bit odd for him, he belive he can serve himself well enought.Victor take a walk behind him. "Had my breakfast already, sir."Derek nod and take a look to the estate. The morning at the West family's main estate welcomed Derek with a calmness that contrasted sharply with the hustle and bustle of last night's charity gala. In his spacious study, the scent of rich mahogany wood and fresh paper documents blended to create a disciplined, solemn working atmosphere.Derek sat behind his massive wooden desk, wearing a crisp, long-sleeved white shirt with the top button slightly open, while his tailored suit jacket hung neatly over the ergonomic back of his leather chair. Before him, Victor stood tall and unwavering, placing a thick, premium black folder filled wi

“What is happening?” That sharp gaze landed on several men lined up there without daring to raise their eyes.The atmosphere in Richard Thompson’s private study felt deeply oppressive, starkly different from the luxury of his corporate headquarters which was usually filled with the awed gasps of important guests. The middle-aged silver-haired man stood before a large glass wall displaying the city panorama at night. In his hand, a glass of whiskey rippled softly following the tremor of his fingers holding back extraordinary fury.Before him, two senior lawyers and the head of the logistics division stood with their heads bowed low. Not a single person dared to open their mouth or even just breathe too loudly, realizing that a single wrong word could become an exit ticket toward the destruction of their careers."Explain it to me once more," Richard's voice broke the silence, sounding so cold and whispered, yet laden with deadly menace. "How could all the western port operation permits

"Is everything ready, Sir?" Victor’s voice crackled softly from the intercom on Derek’s desk, breaking the profound silence of the night.Derek picked up the small telephone receiver with a calm movement, his eyes still fixed on the large monitor screen displaying a live broadcast from the VIP room of the nightclub where Richard Thompson was located. "Yes, Victor. Make sure all our spies around the port district and the federal oversight committee are on full alert. Tonight, we close off all of that old man's escape routes.""Very well, Sir. The enforcement team has taken position," Victor replied before the connection was cut off.Derek placed the telephone receiver back in its place. In his spacious study illuminated by dim lighting, the scent of his cologne blended with a thick tension. The cold war he had pioneered was slowly drawing to its climax.Richard Thompson might think that a blank check with a fantastic nominal amount and cold threats could dampen the integrity of greedy

“Kitty?” Fae repeated the name with a questioning expression on her face directed at Derek.Derek merely stared at her without saying anything.Before long, the door to the main study in the West family estate opened, revealing Victor stepping back inside ahead of a young woman whose breath was still coming in gasps.Kitty stood before Derek's magnificent desk, her hands clasping each other tightly in front of her simple dress; she clearly looked cornered and confused.Fae, who had been leaning against the corner of the room while enjoying a cup of tea, glanced briefly at Kitty with an assessing gaze. She could see a flash of despair mixed with determination in the girl's eyes, making her unable to help feeling a surge of sympathy.Derek did not speak immediately. He remained seated calmly in his grand chair, staring steadily at Kitty without a single word. The atmosphere inside the room suddenly felt much colder, as if the air pressure had dropped drastically simply due to Derek's in

“My lawyer will be arriving shortly, can we wait a few more minutes, gentlemen?” Robin said, casting his gaze around with a smile as he made his request.This man possessed a charisma and authority that were difficult to ignore even for those investigators, upon his polite request and friendly demeanor, he was deemed cooperative to the point that the investigators could not force the issue.Indeed, they could not force it, unless Robin showed a bit of his temper, acted a bit like a bastard, and completely refused to follow their commands; if that were the case, the rules would be different.The interrogation room fell into a profound silence with the investigators busy over the barrage of questions they compiled in their reports, their eyes occupied with ensuring nothing was missed while they had time to examine since they were waiting, and the only one who looked unoccupied in there was Robin.For someone who had suddenly become both a suspect and a bandit of the political world, he