2025-09-13 18:41:42The Silent Investor
Leon sat at the mansion’s study table long after Emily had gone to bed. The house was silent, but his phone glowed with life. [Hidden Network: Access Level Expanded.] [Funds Available: $250,000 (System-provided capital).] He leaned back, the leather chair creaking softly.Sterling Enterprises was bleeding after the offshore scandal. The news had spread overnight, shaking confidence. Stock prices dipped. Shareholders whispered. And Leon had the dagger poised. He tapped through the Hidden Network’s options, his fingers steady. Buy Sterling stock at a 60% drop. Hold for 72 hours. Projected return: 200%. He smiled faintly. Silent profit. Silent strike. A soft creak at the door made him glance up. Emily stood there in her robe, arms folded. “You’re still awake?” she asked. Leon’s eyes flicked back to the screen. “Yes.” Her gaze lingered on him, curious but guarded. “You’ve been… different lately. People are whispering about you. Even Father.” Leon tapped the screen off, sliding the phone into his pocket. He rose, crossing the room slowly. “Different?” he asked quietly. Emily hesitated. For the first time in years, she seemed unsure of her words. “It’s like… you’re hiding something.” He met her gaze evenly. “Everyone hides something, Emily. Even you.” She froze, her lips parting as if to answer—but no words came. Instead, she turned sharply and left the room, her steps quick, almost defensive. Leon watched her go, the silver watch gleaming faintly in the dim light. [System Alert: Investment Executed.] [Next Update in 72 hours.] Leon sat back down. His empire wasn’t built yet. However, the first stone had been laid without a word.. Cracks in the Collins Family The next day, chaos erupted at Collins Group headquarters. Sterling Enterprises’ scandal dominated every business headline. Reporters crowded the entrance, cameras flashing, questions flying. Inside, Brandon was a storm barely held together. “We had a deal with Sterling! Now their collapse drags us down!” He slammed his fist on the table. Miranda paced, her face pale. “This isn’t just a setback. If Sterling falls, our supply lines vanish. We’ll bleed millions!” Harold’s brows knitted, his sharp eyes darting toward Leon, who sat quietly in the corner. “Strange… Leon mentioned Sterling yesterday. Almost like he knew.” Miranda whipped around. “Don’t be ridiculous. That fool doesn’t know the first thing about business!” But doubt flickered in her eyes. Brandon sneered at Leon. “You’re smiling, aren’t you? You think this is funny? Watching us scramble?” Leon’s expression didn’t change. “I’m just listening.” Emily, seated across the table, studied him. His calmness unsettled her more than Brandon’s rage. She remembered his words from last night: Everyone hides something. The meeting dragged on, panic spreading like a virus. No solutions, only blame. When it ended, Emily caught Leon in the hallway. “You knew about Sterling, didn’t you?” she whispered. He met her eyes, silent. “Leon…” Her voice lowered, almost pleading. “If you know something—help us. Please.” Something inside him stirred. A flicker of the man who had once loved her without bitterness. But the memory of every insult, every cold dismissal, hardened his heart again. He stepped closer, his voice low. “If I help, Emily… will you finally look at me differently?” Her breath caught. She searched his eyes, but before she could answer, Brandon’s angry voice cut through the hall. “Emily! Stop wasting time with him. He’s useless.” Emily turned away, her jaw tight, her silence saying more than words. Leon watched her go, his heart steady. He no longer chased her validation. He was chasing something greater. The Silent Strike That night, the Hidden Network chimed again. [Sterling stock rising. ROI: +150%. Sell now?] [Projected return: $625,000.] Leon’s lips curved. He tapped “Sell.” The funds were transferred instantly. His System balance surged. But that wasn’t all. [New Opportunity: Collins Group shares available. Current owners are desperate to sell. Price undervalued.] Leon’s heart beat steadily as steel. He tapped. Within minutes, a significant percentage of Collins Group shares transferred silently into his hidden account. The family had mocked him at their table. Now, unknowingly, they had sold him the ground beneath their feet. As the transaction completed, a notification blazed across the screen: [Quest Completed: The Silent Investor.] Reward: Title – Hidden Shareholder.] You now own 15% of Collins Group.] Leaning back, Leon's quiet eyes reflected the phone's light.. He whispered into the night, “You’ll keep calling me a nobody… until the day I own you.” The next morning at breakfast, Brandon stormed into the dining hall, slamming a newspaper down. “Sterling’s collapse has investors circling like vultures. Shares are moving fast. We need capital immediately!” Miranda’s face was pale. “But who is buying? Who dares—” Leon sipped his tea slowly, gaze unreadable. Emily looked at him across the table. For the first time, there was no contempt in her eyes—only suspicion. And maybe… fear. The System pulsed. [Next Quest Unlocked: Betrayal in the Bloodline.] Leon’s smile was quiet. Deadly. The Silent King had made his first strike.
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CHAPTER 11
The Underground AuctionThe city above glittered with neon, but beneath its surface lay a world most never saw. The underground auction was no place for the faint-hearted—it was where fortunes changed hands in whispers, where art, relics, and even businesses were sold like trinkets.Leon received his invitation in silence. A sleek black envelope had arrived at his apartment, slipped under the door without a name. On the inside, a single card bore an embossed crest: The Black Dragon Auction House.He hadn’t planned to attend. Not yet. But the boardroom debacle had stirred whispers; Brandon was bleeding, and vultures would gather. If Leon wanted to stay ahead, he needed to see which predators were circling.Emily, however, had different plans. She stormed into their bedroom that evening, her heels clicking sharply against the floor.“Do you know what your little stunt at the meeting cost me?” she demanded.Leon looked up from the invitation card, his expression unreadable. “You did
CHAPTER 10
Divorce Me, I Will Think About ItThe Fracture at HomeThe Collins mansion, though bathed in warm lamplight, felt like a mausoleum.Silence clung to its high ceilings and marble floors, a suffocating silence—not the comforting kind after a long day, but the brittle quiet of a battlefield where the smoke had settled, yet the corpses still lay unburied.Emily sat rigid on the living room sofa, still wrapped in the tailored navy suit she had worn to the boardroom. The collar pinched at her throat; her hair, perfectly coiled in the morning, was now a tired knot stabbing her scalp. She had kicked off her heels hours ago, but her calves still ached from standing too long, smiling too long, pretending too long.Her hand trembled faintly as she lifted a glass of red wine. She hadn’t wanted wine tonight—it dulled her edge, and Emily Collins lived on edges. But the bitterness on her tongue was better than the bitterness still lodged in her chest.The door clicked open behind her.Leon entere
CHAPTER 9
The Boardroom ShowdownThe Collins Group boardroom gleamed like a battlefield dressed in glass and mahogany. The long oval table shone under the overhead lights, polished until it reflected the faces of the men and women who sat around it. Shareholders in tailored suits lined the seats, their watches glittering with diamonds and gold, their expressions expectant. This wasn’t just a meeting—it was a trial.At the head of the room stood Brandon Collins, puffed up like a general before his army. His navy-blue suit was cut to perfection, his silk tie blindingly bold, his every gesture a performance. He slapped a thick folder of documents onto the table, letting the sound echo like a gavel.“Ladies and gentlemen,” he declared, his voice booming with the false ease of a man who rehearsed in the mirror. “Today, we make history.Today, we decide the future of Collins Group.We stand on the edge of unprecedented growth, and under my leadership, we will leap into a new era of dominance.”
CHAPTER 8
The Hidden BenefactorThe morning sun poured into the Collins dining hall, but the air was heavy with tension. Emily’s mother slammed her hand on the table, rattling the porcelain teacups.“Who is doing this to us?” she demanded, her voice shrill. “First the project, now the investors pulling out. Brandon, explain!”Brandon rubbed his temples, his face pale from lack of sleep. “I don’t know! Last night, three of our shareholders got anonymous offers. Higher buyouts, better terms. By morning, they switched sides. This isn’t chance—it’s a deliberate strike.”Leon, sitting quietly at the far end, stirred his tea. The spoon clinked softly against porcelain, a small, steady rhythm that grated on Brandon’s nerves.“Can you not do that?” Brandon snapped. “We’re talking about millions here!”Leon looked up, mild and unbothered. Millions can be easily moved with the right hand pushing.”Brandon froze. Emily’s gaze sharpened on Leon. For a fleeting second, suspicion flickered in her eyes—but
CHAPTER 7
The Welcome PartyThe Collins mansion glowed that evening, its chandeliers blazing like suns. Cars lined the driveway, polished to mirrors, each one announcing the arrival of the city’s elites.Inside, servants moved like shadows, refilling crystal glasses and adjusting velvet drapes. The Collins family spared no expense—this party was their attempt to prove they still belonged at the center of power.Leon arrived last. He wore the same black suit from the rooftop dinner, the one tailored to silence rather than boast. It wasn’t flashy, but the way it clung to his shoulders and moved with him gave off an air few noticed consciously yet couldn’t ignore.The first voice that sliced through the crowd was Brandon’s.“Ah, the dishwasher made it!” Laughter rippled across the room. Guests turned, amused. Brandon strolled forward, his glass of champagne tilting dangerously close to spilling. His smug grin widened as he looked Leon up and down.Emily followed at his side, glittering in silve
CHAPTER 6
The Anonymous InvitationThe morning after Brandon’s latest display of arrogance, Leon found a slim, cream-colored envelope slipped under his bedroom door. No seal, no signature—just his name in neat, sharp handwriting:“Mr. Leon Gray.”Emily was still sleeping next to him, her hair matted on the pillow and her breathing quiet. He didn’t want to wake her, so he slipped out quietly and stepped onto the balcony, holding the envelope against the rising sun.Inside was a single card, its edges embossed with gold:“A private dinner. The Tower, Skyline Rooftop, 8 p.m. Come alone.”No name. No host. No explanation.Leon’s lips curved faintly. He already knew.The Tower was the most exclusive building in the city—only billionaires and foreign tycoons dared to host dinners there. Whoever sent this card wasn’t inviting a nobody son-in-law. They were calling for him.For L.C.The Collins family downstairs had already begun their daily chaos. Brandon’s voice thundered through the hall, barking
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