The nightclub was called Eclipse, and it lived up to its name. It was one of the city's most popular night clubs, frequented by celebrities and music stars. Ethan sat in a VIP booth at the back, holding a glass of whiskey. He had been working nonstop for months, building his empire, acquiring companies, and plotting revenge. Tonight, he had decided to let loose. Just for one night, he wanted to relax.The music was loud, the drinks were strong, and the crowd was alive with energy. He watched the dancers on the floor, their bodies moving in sync with the beat. For a moment, he let himself just be, savoring the music.Then the door opened, and a beautiful woman walked in. She seems to have stirred attention because nearly everyone was staring at her. Curious, Ethan turned to stare at her and the moment he did, he nearly choked on his whiskey. It was Margaret Lantern.Ethan couldn't believe his eyes. She looked nothing like the polished, professional board member he had seen the oth

Ethan sat perfectly still, his cheek stinging from the slap. Whiskey dripped from his hair, soaking into the collar of his ruined suit. The amber liquid pooled on the table in front of him, mixing with the spilled remnants of the bottle Casper had poured over his head. For a while, he neither moved nor made any effort to wipe his face. Instead he just sat there, his expression calm. However, deep inside, Ethan was raging like a ferocious tiger. "This fool had just made things personal," Ethan thought. "Casper Cole, you’ve just signed your own death wish. I wouldn't let this slide. No matter what happens, I swear I will make your life a miserable hell." Meanwhile, Margaret had finally had enough. "That's enough!" she shouted, her voice cracking. "Casper, stop right now, or I'll have you arrested!" Casper turned toward her, his face contorted with rage. "You're actually defending him? Over me?" "Yes," Margaret said, her eyes flashing angrily. "This has gone far enough. Everyo

Casper's face flushed with anger after Ethan's threat. He couldn't believe that this nobody whom hasn't played football for years was pushing his weight around and calling the shots. "Who do you think you are?" He jabbed his finger toward Ethan, his voice rising. "You're not the boss of me or anyone else in this room!" Ethan showed no reaction. He just turned his head toward manager Gerald, his face confused. "You haven't told him?" Ethan asked. Casper looked around the room, his brow furrowed. "Told me what?" Manager Gerald ran his tongue over his dry lips. He glanced at Margaret, then at the other board members, then back at Ethan. "We didn't know how to break it to him yet," Manager Gerald replied uneasily. "We were hoping to resolve this entire matter with an apology from the board." Ethan smiled coldly. "No wonder he's still cocky. I guess he's the only person who didn't get the email." Casper's anger flared. "That's enough! What's going on here? What email are you talk

A couple of hours later, the meeting with the board of NorthCastle United finally came to an end. Ethan stepped out of Northcastle United's headquarters into the afternoon sun, feeling fulfilled. He had achieved what he wanted. Without revealing that he was Mr. Wayne, he had made the people who had abandoned him years ago to grovel at his feet. It was satisfying to watch them bow their heads and beg for his forgiveness. For six years, the memory of being thrown away like garbage had haunted him, festering in his chest like an open wound. But today, that wound has finally started to heal.He thought about Casper, the arrogant star who had poured whiskey over his head and slapped him in front of everyone. The look on Casper's face when he realized he had lost everything had also felt wonderful. Before the meeting concluded, the board had offered him a staff position. The job was simple, requiring him to come in only once in a while. It was exactly what he had wanted: a way to ke

Ethan sat at his work table, staring at the three monitors showing his crypto portfolio, his stocks, and the $500 trillion wallet.He had sent Lois away hours earlier, saying he needed time to think. She had left without argument. Ethan didn’t fully trust her. However, the information she had given him was too specific to ignore.Goldman West.Ethan typed the name into the search bar and hit enter.The results flooded the screen. Goldman West was a multi-billionaire in the pharmaceutical industry. His net worth was estimated at $300 billion, making him the 17th wealthiest person on earth. Goldman West was known for hostile takeovers, corporate raids, and ruthless business tactics. He had destroyed dozens of companies, leaving a trail of bankruptcies and broken lives in his wake.Ethan leaned back in his chair, studying the information. He wasn't afraid of Goldman West. Compared to Ethan's own wealth, which exceeds $500 trillion, Goldman was like a church rat.But even rats were s