While Angela was enjoying her moments at the office, Alfred chose to leave the house. He had informed Redmond to send someone across to pick him up, but instead the man chose to come himself.Inside the back seat sat Redmond Kingston, the powerful head of the prestigious Kingston family. His expensive dark-blue suit was immaculate, but his face looked gaunt, aged by months of sleepless nights and heartbreak. Beside him lay a thick leather binder filled with medical charts, all bearing the same devastating diagnosis from the country’s top specialists with zero hope.The car door opened, and Alfred stepped inside, settling onto the leather seat across from him. The doors locked automatically, sealing off the noise of the city streets outside.Redmond didn't waste a second. He gripped his hands together, his knuckles turning white as he looked at Alfred with desperate eyes."Mr Alfred, thank you for agreeing to meet me in private," Redmond said, his voice trembling slightly. "I’ve tried

Charles Williams sat behind his massive executive desk, his hair dishevelled and his tie pulled loose. Across from him, his wife, Margaret Williams, paced frantically, her face pale beneath her makeup. On the wall-mounted television screen, red numbers flashed continuously as their company's stock value plummeted."How could this happen?" Margaret shrieked, slamming her hand onto the table. "Forty per cent of our stock value vanished in two hours! Our major investors are pulling out, and two construction projects were just halted!"Charles stared blankly at the official document laying open before him. It was a formal letter delivered personally by the head secretary of the Kingston Group.The words printed on the gold-embossed paper were sharp and final: Effective immediately, the Kingston Group terminated all ongoing commercial negotiations, trade partnerships, and future investment plans with the Williams Group due to irreparable character concerns."Irreparable character concerns.

Inside the study, Charles Williams stood near the blazing fireplace, swirling a crystal glass of dark whiskey. His son, Gerald, sat on the leather sofa, checking his watch every few seconds with an eager, cruel grin."It should be over by now, Dad," Gerald said, taking a sip of his wine. "Hector and his men are professionals; that trash Alfred didn't stand a chance."Charles chuckled softly, gazing into the fire. "He was foolish to return to this city. He thought having a few corporate connections could protect him from real violence. Tonight, he learns that power belongs to those who control life and death."Just then, the doors of the study burst open with a loud bang.Charles and Gerald both startled, turning toward the doorway. Expecting to see Hector dragging a beaten and bloody Alfred, their eyes widened in absolute horror at the sight before them.Hector stumbled into the room alone, drenched in sweat and drying blood. His face was pale, his eyes wide with unhinged terror. His

Inside the grand ballroom, soft orchestral music floated through the air. Waiters in white gloves glided through the crowd carrying silver trays of fine champagne, while billionaires, city officials, and corporate executives chatted in small, exclusive circles. Far away from the boastful conversations, Alfred stood quietly in a corner near the glass balcony. He held a glass of juice. He enjoyed the peace, completely not interested in showing off or making small talk with the city's elite. "Mr. Alfred?" A soft voice broke his quiet thoughts. Alfred turned around to see a young woman standing a few feet away. She wore an elegant, white silk gown that complemented her glowing complexion. Her clear blue eyes were filled with deep emotion. It was Charlotte Kingston. She stepped forward, holding the hem of her dress, and bowed her head deeply toward Alfred in front of several nearby guests who looked on in surprise. "I finally get the chance to speak to you," Charlotte said, her vo

Inside the corporate headquarters of Grey Pharmaceuticals, the mood was cold as Dr Bartholomew Grey sat in his high-backed leather chair, staring at the screens. On the central display was a complete medical profile of Julian Sinclair, showing his miraculous recovery within less than two hours. Standing across from his desk was a young woman in her late twenties. She wore a tailored charcoal skirt suit, her dark hair pulled back into a ponytail. Her eyes were intelligent and warm. Her name was Elena Stanley, a brilliant organic chemist and top-tier corporate operative hired by Grey Pharmaceuticals for high-stakes intelligence gathering. "You've reviewed the file, Elena?" Dr. Grey asked, as he swivelled his chair to face her. "I have, Dr. Grey," Elena replied smoothly, holding a digital tablet. "A complete, instantaneous reversal of end-stage systemic organ failure. No synthetic pharmaceutical on the global market possesses such efficacy. Whatever formula this unknown healer