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CHAPTER 122: Cleansing the Empire
The following morning, the media wildfire that Richard and Samson had anticipated fully erupted.Precisely at six o’clock, every national television network abruptly preempted their regular programming to broadcast breaking news alerts. Social media platforms experienced an identical surge in traffic, with hashtags like #RoselandScandal, #BaskoroArrested, and #1TrillionEmbezzlement instantly claiming the top trending spots nationwide before rapidly migrating onto global financial feeds.The television screen mounted inside Rose’s newly claimed executive suite displayed a veteran journalist standing outside the Police Headquarters, his expression intensely serious."Viewers, a catastrophic shockwave has just rattled both the domestic and international corporate landscape. Baskoro Praditya, the high-profile tycoon commanding real estate giant Roseland Corp—and the husband of the late heiress Marlina Hutama—has reportedly been apprehended in a dramatic raid by a joint maritime task force
CHAPTER 121: The Downfall of a Charlatan
Emran sat behind his majestic marble desk, staring at his laptop screen as cold sweat continuously poured down his temples. His heart hammered violently against his ribs. For the past two hours, both Baskoro’s and Feri’s mobile numbers had been completely unreachable. An ominous sensation began crawling up the back of his neck.Crash!The soundproofed double doors of his private office were suddenly forced open from the outside. Emran jolted in shock, nearly leaping out of his executive chair."Hey! What is the meaning of this?!" he shrieked. "Who authorized you to enter without my permission!"His secretary stepped forward with a pale face. "I am deeply sorry, sir. They forced their way in," she reported, her head bowed in panic.Four heavily built men dressed in formal batik shirts—with police investigator badges hanging visibly from their necks—marched in with synchronized precision. Directly behind them followed several tactical officers in full uniform, carrying a sealed official
CHAPTER 120: Dead End at Sea
Meanwhile, at a secluded minor harbor, a small crew was frantically loading assets into a weathered fishing vessel."Damn it, why is this taking so long? Get everything onboard now!" Baskoro barked, his fingers tightly clamped around a heavy black briefcase."I need to clear this country immediately!" he muttered, struggling to suppress his escalating rage. "That piece of trash Richard... he actually aligned himself with Rose!""Maintain your composure, sir. This is a black-market extraction route; if we panic, we risk alerting the local residents," countered a man in a grime-streaked t-shirt who was serving as his escape broker. He gestured toward a motorized fishing boat swaying unstable against the edge of a desolate wooden pier.Baskoro let out a harsh grunt. He yanked the brim of his cap lower, attempting to mask his features from a few local fishermen passing by with baskets of fish.Deep within his chest, a volatile mixture of fury and terror collided. He had just received a cr
CHAPTER 119: The Silent Coup
Inside a private conference suite situated on the penthouse floor of a five-star hotel—sheltered entirely from Baskoro's intelligence radar—the atmosphere was thick with corporate friction. Faint plumes of cigar smoke drifted through the air, blending with the rich, bitter aroma of dark espresso.At the head of a massive mahogany boardroom table sat Richard, impeccably tailored in a sharp formal suit. His expression remained calm and calculated as his sharp gaze systematically audited the tense faces of the high-level board members and institutional investors who controlled the primary financial lifelines of Roseland Corp.This clandestine summit had been meticulously engineered by Richard, completely behind Baskoro's back."I am fully aware of the anxiety compelling everyone to gather in this room today," Richard initiated, his deep baritone cutting through the suffocating silence. His voice carried heavy command and absolute certainty. "The recent media firestorm surrounding Baskoro
CHAPTER 118: Counter-Moves and Quiet Mornings
The moment he stepped out into the silent corridor, the faint smile on Samson’s face instantly vanished, replaced by hardened features. He crossed his arms and leaned against the cold wall directly beside Bianca’s door, which he had deliberately left slightly ajar.Perhaps this development was a blessing in disguise; Samson no longer had to maintain a fabrication. The girl now knew he wasn't her biological father, yet she chose to remain by his side because he represented absolute security. He would continue to shield her from her actual father, Andrew, until her amnesia fully resolved.Samson glanced down at his tactical wristwatch. It was 3:15 AM. The compounding fatigue and the sharp sting from the deep bruises sustained during the previous clashes began to assert themselves, yet his mind flatly refused to rest. Various tactical permutations and worst-case scenarios systematically organized themselves in his head.Samson walked toward the living room, approaching Ucok, who was deep
CHAPTER 117: Identity and Empathy
"Noooo!"Bianca bolted upright, her breath hitching violently. Her heart hammered against her ribs as if she had just run a frantic marathon to escape death itself. A cold sweat saturated her entire body, causing her pajamas to cling uncomfortably to her skin.She pulled her knees tight against her chest, burying her face in them as quiet sobs escaped her lips. The unfamiliar, dimly lit bedroom slowly pulled her back to reality. She was no longer trapped in that living hell. She was secure. Yet, the phantom pain lingering from the nightmare felt terrifyingly real, leaving a deep-seated trauma that continued to grip her soul.Meanwhile, in the adjacent room, Samson had just finished drying his hair with a towel. He was about to lie down on his bruised, aching body when his trained ears caught a faint, muffled shriek, followed closely by weeping from the next room—the bedroom occupied by Bianca.Without wasting a single second, Samson threw on a plain black t-shirt and rushed out. His f
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