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Chapter 226: The Dead Chef of Olympus
Fegor wasn't deeply involved in the Cross family's internal drama, but as an intern trying to climb the ladder, he made it his business to know the rumors. He knew Adrian West was the fiancé of Helen Cross. And he clearly remembered the breaking news broadcast.Sasha Cross had stood at a podium, weeping for the cameras. She had announced that her daughter, Helen, her fiancé, Adrian West, and their little girl had all been tragically killed in a home invasion.If Adrian West was dead... who was this man?Did that explain the 'West' in the West Syndicate? Was this a relative? A twin?No. Fegor shook his head, his hands trembling against the cold stone. It couldn't be. The news was definitive. The Cross family had mourned them. It was absolutely impossible that this was the same Adrian West."Fegor?"The voice hit him like a physical blow, snapping him out of his spiraling thoughts.Fegor jerked his head up. The God of the Island was looking directly at him.Fegor didn't stand up. He imm
Chapter 225: The King Of Dubai
Fegor pressed his face against the thick, tinted glass of the armored SUV, his eyes darting frantically —up, down, left, right.He forgot about his bruised ribs. He forgot about his bleeding knuckles. He even temporarily forgot about the crushing betrayal he had left behind in his Queens apartment.Where in heaven's name was this place? Was he still on Earth?The convoy glided silently over a bridge of solid, glowing glass that spanned a massive, manufactured waterfall. Below them, Fegor could see the inner workings of the West Syndicate Island. It didn't look like a corporate headquarters. It looked like a civilization built by gods.Towering skyscrapers of white metal and reflective glass spiraled into the night sky, connected by sleek skybridges where transport drones buzzed like busy silver bees. He saw vast, glowing biodomes housing entire forests. He saw thousands of people —scientists in pristine lab coats, engineers in sharp tactical gear, executives in suits that cost more th
Chapter 224: Let Him In
The lead guard, completely enraged and terrified for his life, had swung the butt of his heavy assault rifle directly into Fegor's back.Fegor gasped, all the air leaving his lungs in a violent rush. He collapsed to the pavement, curling into a tight ball as excruciating pain radiated through his entire body."Get him away from the car!" the lead guard roared, grabbing Fegor by the hair and dragging him backward across the rough concrete. "Kill him! Put a bullet in his head right now!"The guards raised their weapons, the heavy click of safeties being switched off echoing loudly.Inside the cruiser, Adrian West sat completely still.He didn't look at the guards. He didn't look at the rifles.His mind had hooked onto a single, sharp word that had torn from the boy’s bleeding lips.Ethan.Adrian’s jaw tightened. The air inside the luxury car seemed to drop to freezing temperatures. Ethan? Who was this kid, and why was he screaming Ethan’s name at the gates of the West Syndicate? Did Eth
Chapter 223: The Golden Ticket
Fegor lay in the dirt, the cold wind biting through his torn shirt. The ground beneath him vibrated with the raw, terrifying power of the convoy’s engines.He watched the vehicles roll past him. The glossy black paint of the armored SUVs reflected the blinding white floodlights of the gate. Fegor couldn't tear his eyes away. Was this wealth? He had thought the Cross Tower in New York was the peak of human achievement. He had thought Lance’s blue Tesla was a sign of success.But this? This was entirely different. This wasn't just money. This was absolute, undeniable power. This was a force of nature wrapped in steel and bulletproof glass.The central cruiser… the elongated, impossible masterpiece of engineering—was sliding past the ditch where Fegor lay.Despite the lead guard’s frantic warnings, despite the threat of being shot, Fegor couldn't stay down. His stubbornness, that deep-seated grit that refused to let him die quietly in the mud, flared to life. He slowly pushed himself up
Chapter 222: The Boss Has Arrived
The other guards stopped recording. They realized their boss was actually losing his temper. They raised their rifles, aiming them directly at Fegor's chest."You want to pass a message?" the lead guard spat, pointing the gun right at Fegor's forehead. "I'll pass a message to the morgue. Strip."Fegor didn't move."I said STRIP!" the guard screamed, spit flying from his lips. "Take off your clothes! Every single piece! Let's see how tough you are standing butt-naked in the freezing wind before we lash you to shreds and throw you in the ocean!"Fegor looked at the gun pointed at his head. He looked at the five rifles pointed at his chest.He was going to die here. Outside a gate he couldn't even touch.He let out a slow, heavy breath.At least I tried, Fegor thought. At least I didn't give up.He reached for the buckle of his belt. His fingers were stiff and cold, but he managed to unhook it. He didn't beg for his life. He didn't cry. He just kept his eyes locked dead on the lead guard
Chapter 221: “Bark Like A Dog!”
"Please," Fegor tried again, his desperation bleeding through. "I just need to speak to someone. Anyone. A manager. A receptionist. I have a proposal for the Syndicate that could benefit…""A receptionist?" the guard interrupted, his face twisting in anger. He stepped into Fegor's personal space, shoving a hard finger into Fegor's bruised chest. Fegor winced as the finger dug into his cracked ribs."Do you know where you are?" the guard hissed. "The people who clean the toilets inside those gates have master's degrees from Harvard. The people who trim the grass make more money in a week than your entire bloodline has made in a century. The staff members in this Syndicate are gods in the city you came from. And you think you can just walk up here and ask to speak to them?""I just need five minutes," Fegor pleaded, standing his ground."You aren't worthy of five seconds of our air," the guard spat. "To get a personal invite to this estate, you have to be the president of a country. You
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