Richard slammed his hand onto the table, his face twisted in fury. “Executive Director! Father, you can’t be serious! Zion has been preparing for that seat for years! How can you give full operational authority to Angela just because they brought a bank draft?”“Shut up, Richard!” Wilson Simpson roared, His eyes remained fixed on the one-hundred-million-dollars check pinned under Alfred’s hand.Without this money, the Simpson family faced immediate ruin, bankruptcy, and public humiliation. The lenders were already pounding at the gates. Wilson had no choice, and he knew it. He closed his eyes for a brief second, swallowing the bitter taste of defeat.For the first time in his life, he felt helpless, his eyes scanning every member of the Simpsons family.“Don’t agree to this; she is a woman.”Whispers erupted across the room.Sarah and George exchanged glances, and they stared at Angela. “Fine,” Wilson said, his voice cold and raspy as he opened his eyes. “Effective immediately, Ange

Freddie buried his face into Alfred’s shoulder, terrified by the giant man looming over them. “Daddy…”“Don’t worry, Freddie,” Alfred whispered, keeping one arm wrapped securely around his son. “Close your eyes for three seconds.”The bodyguard’s thick hand reached within an inch of Alfred’s throat.Alfred didn’t step back. He didn’t flinch.Within a second, before anyone in the crowd could even blink, Alfred’s free hand shot forward like a striking cobra. His fingers wrapped around Felix’s outstretched wrist, pivoting his body just an inch.Crack!A sharp, violent snap echoed through the aisle as Alfred twisted the bodyguard’s wrist completely out of its joint.Felix let out a scream of agony, his knees buckling instantly from the agonising pain. But before the massive man could collapse to the floor, Alfred drove a brutal knee straight into his ribs.Thump!The heavy impact knocked the breath out of the giant. Alfred slammed his palm against the back of Felix’s neck, driving the bod

Angela held her breath as she stepped into Aston Enterprise. Every instinct gained from years of being pushed around by the Simpson family told her to expect security guards to step forward, check her credentials, and rudely direct her to the street. Instead, the moment her foot touched the top step of the entrance, the heavy glass doors glided open. Two lines of senior corporate executives, dressed in sharp black suits, stood perfectly aligned inside the marble lobby. Standing right in the centre was Theodore Aston himself. He was a broad-shouldered man in his late forties, with a sharp jawline, short grey hair, and an intimidating presence that usually made lower-level businessmen break into a sweat. Angela froze, her fingers tightening around her bag. She assumed a high-ranking politician or a foreign billionaire must be walking in right behind her. She took a step to the side to get out of the way. Theodore Aston’s eyes swept past her, catching a fleeting glance of Alfred sta

The applause inside the Grand Ballroom was hesitant, drowned out by the wave of confused murmurs rippling across the board members. Zion Simpson strutted up the stairs to the stage like a king claiming his throne. He took the podium microphone from his grandfather, flashing a victorious grin at the room. “Thank you, Grandfather! Thank you, members of the board!” Zion’s voice boomed through the speakers. “Under my leadership, the Simpson family business will rise to heights we’ve never seen before! We will show the entire city that true capability belongs to the rightful heir!” Down in the audience, Sarah Simpson covered her mouth, bursting into anger and panic. “They tricked us! George, do something! They stole Angela’s seat right in front of everyone!” George Simpson glared at his father and his brother. And then He simply looked down at his shoes, feeling defeated. Angela stood silent on the marble floor. The triumphant laughter of her cousin echoed in her ears like a nightmare

"Who is that?" Sarah gasped, jumping back in fear. "Who could that be?" Alfred raised a brow, his mind drifting to one person: Wilson Simpson. He casually walked over to the entrance and pulled the door open. Standing at the entrance were Wilson Simpson, Richard Simpson, and Zion Simpson. The three men were drenched in cold sweat, their expensive suits wrinkled, and their faces filled with desperate panic. Wilson's eyes went behind Alfred, searching for Angela. He cleared his throat as he spoke in a calm, composed voice. "Alfred, is Angela home?" Alfred stood in the doorway, his tall frame completely blocking the entrance. His expression was calm. "Yes, she is," Alfred replied flatly, making no move to invite them inside. "What business does the great Simpson family have in our modest home? Last night, you celebrated your new Executive Director. Shouldn't you be at the headquarters planning your empire?" Richard’s face flushed with shame and fury, while Zion gritted his teet