Chapter 1.Carson’s POV“Sir, he needs to be fired. Sent to jail if possible!”Cara’s voice cut through the office like a blade. Everyone’s head turned to give her attention while I stood frozen near my desk as she pointed straight at me, her face twisted with anger.“I don’t understand,” I said, looking between her and the other women gathering behind her. “What are you talking about?”Two of the junior staff, Lisa and Dana, stepped forward. Lisa folded her arms and spoke. “Don’t act like you don’t know, Carson. You’ve been doing this for months.”Dana nodded hard, siding with her. “He corners us, makes sexual comments and then tries touching us when no one is looking.”My stomach dropped. The actual fuck?“That’s not true. I’ve never—”“Enough!” Cara snapped. “I’m taking this to Mr. Roberts right now.”Before I could say another word, she grabbed my arm and pulled me towards his office. The other women followed, their voices rising as they pushed me down the hall toward my father’s

Chapter 3Carson’s POVI don’t know how, but a week had passed in almost complete silence.Every morning I came downstairs for breakfast because staying in my room without eating made my father worry more. My stepmother never missed the chance to speak.“Try not to sit too close to Lilian,” she said one morning while pouring coffee. “We wouldn’t want any more accusations.”Another day she looked at my plate and said, “I suppose even people like you still deserve to eat.”Lilian barely looked at me. My father tried to keep the conversation normal, asking about sleep or if I needed anything from the store, but the air in the house stayed heavy. After each meal I went straight back upstairs and locked my door. I stopped going out for lunch. I stopped answering messages. The investigation was still open and the lawyers had told me to stay quiet and wait even though waiting felt like drowning slowly.The system screen appeared a few more times during those days. Always the same blue panel

Chapter 5Carson’s POVElena returned in the afternoon with a folder in her hands.“Good news,” she said as she stepped into the room. “The doctor has cleared you for discharge. Your scans came back clean and I must say…you were lucky.”I sat up on the bed. “Lucky... Right.”She gave me a small smile and placed the folder on the side table. “I just need you to sign a few papers and confirm your information. The ID they found on you was damaged, so the administration had some trouble verifying everything.”As she spoke, the blue screen appeared again.[ A New Quest Has Been Issued][Form an intimate bond with Elena Vargas][Reward: 300 System Points + A Basic Charisma Boost][Time Limit: Only 24 Hours][Failure Penalty: None at current level]I kept my face neutral while I read through it. The system was not wasting time.Elena held out a pen. “I need your full name and current address for the records.”I took the pen and wrote the new name without hesitation. Carson Beaumont. The lett

Chapter 7Carson’s POVI stood by the window of the Presidential Suite holding a glass of water, looking out at the city lights. The system had given me money, a new face, and a clean name. That was only the beginning.One question I couldn’t answer was if I was standing here right now, would the real me still be with them now? I tried checking online for a Carson Robert but there was no information or some sort of clue linking to me. I’d figure that out later. Right now, the Roberts Group was still standing. My stepmother was still breathing. Lilian was still being prepared to take everything. In this timeline none of them had succeeded in killing me yet. That meant I had time to do it properly.I was not going to rush in as Carson Roberts. That name was finished. Carson Beaumont would enter their world from the side, build power they could not trace, and eventually walk into their company as someone they needed. From the inside I would cut them down piece by piece until they had no

Chapter 9Carson’s POVI spent the next three days learning the hotel’s rhythm.The guest relations work was mostly quiet. I moved between the lobby, the executive floors, and the private dining rooms, handling requests that never reached the front desk. Every name that came through the system I filed them away. Every company that booked meeting space I checked once.Roberts Group appeared twice more on the advance list. One was a dinner reservation for four under a subsidiary name. The other was a request for a private lounge on the top floor the following week. I made a note of both and said nothing.Dana found me near the end of my shift on the third day. She handed me a small envelope.“Updated schedule for Suite 2408,” she said. “The executive’s flight was delayed. They arrive tomorrow night instead.”I took the envelope. “Thank you.”She lingered a second longer than necessary. “You still need anything from me?”“Not right now.”She nodded and walked away. The tamed status held.