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Author: Calendula
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The crowd of women and children stood frozen, their piercing gazes directed at Dominic, who now stood arrogantly in front of the live stream camera.

A woman’s voice broke the silence.

“Mr. Max would never do such a thing!”

“He helped us without asking for anything in return!”

Shouted a middle-aged woman, her voice trembling, her fists clenched at her sides.

“That’s right!” another woman chimed in, her face flushed with anger.

“He gave us a place to stay when we lost everything. We are widows and children living without protection!”

"We are not mistresses!”

Dominic merely chuckled cynically, stepping forward with confident strides.

He raised his hand, pointing at the first woman who had spoken.

“Then, answer me!”

“Why did Max spend billions to buy houses for you?”

“Why does he visit you every holiday, like a lover impatient to make love!?”

The crowd fell silent, unsure how to respond.

Dominic pressed his attack, his tone sharper.

“Why does he transfer money to you every month?”

“Isn’t
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    The table fell silent. Frans glanced at Max, then slowly raised his hand. “Me,” he said, trying to sound confident. “My name is Frans, Director of the newly established Vesula branch of Max Corp. I came with Mr. Max, the owner of Max Corp.” Several people at the table raised their eyebrows. Others gave faint, crooked smiles… not friendly smiles, but ones filled with cold judgment. A woman in a black velvet gown with a large pearl necklace looked them up and down, then whispered to the man beside her. The man, wearing a silk-lined Tom Ford suit, only chuckled quietly. “Max Corp…” the old man murmured while swirling his wine glass. “A name unfamiliar to my ears.” Frans tried to smile. “We are indeed newcomers to Vesula, but we are committed—” “Newcomers,” interrupted a young man in a dark blue Zegna suit. “No wonder… your suits look worn and cheap.” Frans tensed slightly, but Max remained calm, his gaze steady. A few other guests gave thin laughs. To them, the business world in

  • 0132

    Max only gave a quick glance, remaining calm. On the left side, a row of drink tables was attended by bartenders wearing white jackets and silk gloves. Old wine bottles from Château Margaux and Romanée-Conti were displayed on glass shelves, each worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. Some guests sipped special edition Armand de Brignac champagne, its bottles coated in pure gold. The atmosphere inside was not just luxurious, it was truly exclusive. Guests spoke in a mix of languages. Some spoke Vesulan, Mororwian, even French and Italian. Their voices were low and calm, filled with confidence. The air was filled with the scent of niche perfumes made in limited quantities: Oud from Arabia, French extrait de parfum, and cinnamon from India. Frans even saw a woman walking past him wearing a haute couture gown sewn with platinum threads, paired with a rare blue diamond necklace that was probably worth more than everything inside his house. In the corner of the room stood a small st

  • 0131-

    Frans was still standing near Max's desk after Sarah left. He toyed with an invitation envelope in his hand, then said in a casual tone, "Bro, it seems like all the guests tonight have partners." He glanced at Max with a teasing smile. Max raised an eyebrow, his gaze flat. "So?" Frans chuckled. "I mean, aren't you going with a partner? I can order a woman for you. Just pick, a model or a socialite, everything can be sorted out before the night." Max shook his head without hesitation. "No need. I'll just go with you." Frans shrugged. "Alright then..." *** Night fell. The Executive Gala was a monthly event regularly held by level 3 companies in Vesula. Its purpose was clearly to strengthen relationships, expand connections, and for some, to show off their wealth. The parking lot of the Vesu Hotel was packed with luxury cars. There were rows of glossy black Rolls-Royce Phantoms, a sapphire blue Bugatti Chiron, a futuristic McLaren Speedtail, and even an Aston Martin Valk

  • 0130

    Zoza and Jamie exchanged glances, then stood up almost at the same time. "I am leaving now," Zoza said briefly, already reaching for her jacket. Jamie only nodded at Max, then followed behind her. Frans also got up, closing the folder he had opened earlier. "I am going back to my office," he said, leaving without looking back. Once the door closed, the room was left with only Max and Sarah. Max did not say a single word. He only lifted his chin slightly, giving a subtle signal for Sarah to come in. Sarah stepped closer and sat in the chair across from Max. She took a deep breath, still looking wet from the rain. "It is pouring outside. I got out of my car and walked from the parking lot to this building without an umbrella. There were no security guards either. Really..." she moved her hands in frustration. "This company is not open yet," Max replied flatly. "There are no workers here yet, including security guards." Sarah fell silent. Her hand moved to fix her mes

  • 0129

    Meanwhile, in Vesula... at Max Corp. In Max's office, the scent of black coffee mixed with the smell of paper documents filled the air. Frans sat in a black leather chair in the corner of the room, toying with a pen, his eyes focused on the report on his lap. Zoza leaned against a long table in the middle of the room, his arms folded, his expression unreadable. Jamie, with the gray hoodie that always covered half his face, stared at the laptop screen he had just closed. "It's done," Jamie said flatly. "The bounty on you and Aurora has been deleted from the dark web, Boss Max. All backup links, mirror sites, and distributed storage have also been cleared. No one will find it again." Max, sitting in his chair, nodded expressionlessly, only tapping his fingers on the armrest. "Good. Good job, Jamie." Zoza chimed in, "About Racun situation is also finished, Boss. It turns out he had no official identity. No birth records or family records." He looked at Max, then continued,

  • 0128

    At the Nexxon Villa. Sarah got out of her car, her hair neatly tied back, her eyes a mix of hope and anxiety. Her purpose for coming here was to find Max and beg him to give her father's job back. However, that hope was instantly dashed when two burly men in black suits blocked her way. "Sorry... no one is allowed in without Mr. Max's permission," one of the guards said in a deep voice. Sarah huffed in frustration. "I know Max! We've known each other for a long time! I have to see him!" she insisted, trying to push past them. The guard didn't budge and held her arm. "Whatever your reason, the order is clear. Please don't cause a scene." Sarah, growing desperate, began to raise her voice. "Let go of me! I need to talk to him! Max! Max!" she yelled. "Mr. Max isn't here right now," one of the guards said. The commotion reached Aurora's ears as she was reading a book in the living room. Curious, she immediately put her book down and walked to the front door. From the porch

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