2024-12-01 16:31:24The luxurious black SUV glided smoothly down the road leading to Zander’s main mansion, situated on the outskirts of the city.
The mansion was surrounded by the sprawling grounds of the Rhett Military Academy, a training facility renowned not only for its stringent discipline but also for producing the finest soldiers. This academy was Zander’s private enterprise, a strategic investment designed to secure loyalty and military strength firmly under his control. In the backseat, Zander sat silently, his cold gaze piercing through the tinted window. Outside, hundreds of soldiers were rigorously training—engaging in shooting drills, hand-to-hand combat, and war simulations. Every activity was conducted under the watchful eyes of stern instructors. As the SUV approached the academy's main gate, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. A tall, broad-shouldered commander in full green uniform stood near the guard post. Spotting the approaching vehicle, he barked a sharp order to the soldiers in training. "Commander Zander has arrived!" the commander shouted, his booming voice echoing across the grounds. Instantly, the soldiers sprang into action. Training ceased, and they hurried to form ranks. The synchronized thud of boots striking the ground created a rhythmic sound that exuded perfect discipline. Their lines were straight, their postures rigid, and not a single head moved out of place. The SUV came to a halt before the main formation. Jacky, Zander’s aide, stepped out first and briskly walked to open the rear door. Zander emerged, his imposing figure radiating natural authority. Clad in an all-black suit, he stood out starkly against the sea of green uniforms. Though no command to speak had been issued, the soldiers’ eyes shone with barely concealed admiration. Zander strode purposefully toward his opulent mansion. The echo of his footsteps on the immaculate marble floors reverberated through the grand entrance hall. Automatic lights flickered on, illuminating a modern yet understatedly elegant space. In the center of the room floated a large holographic television, displaying the day’s headlines. "Breaking news: The second grandson of the Xanta family, Ganza Xanta, has become the center of attention following an incident at their family’s celebration party. Witnesses report that Ganza assaulted a guest whose identity remains undisclosed." "Analysts suggest this scandal could significantly damage the Xanta family’s reputation, particularly given their status as a leading force in business and politics." Zander sank into a black leather sofa, his sharp eyes fixed on the hologram with a look of satisfaction. Jacky stood beside him, arms crossed, grinning. “You’re a genius, Young Master." Jacky said, glancing at Zander. “In a single move, you’ve made the Xanta family look utterly chaotic. This scandal will haunt them for a long time.” Zander leaned back, his hand casually resting on his chin. A notification sounded from Zander’s sleek, high-tech communication device, its soft blue glow indicating an incoming call. The name of the caller flashed: Joseph Guezz. Answering the call, Zander was greeted by the holographic projection of a middle-aged man with a commanding presence—Joseph Guezz, dressed in a sharp gray suit. His face reflected a mixture of concern and authority. “Was the news about the Xanta family your doing?” Joseph asked directly, his voice heavy with tension. Zander offered a faint, confident smile, controlled yet brimming with arrogance. “Of course. Just wait for what comes next.” Joseph sighed deeply, his piercing gaze fixed on his son. “Zander, stop this. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you, like what happened to your mother seven years ago.” At the mention of his mother, Zander’s smile faded. His expression turned icy, his eyes losing their amused gleam and sharpening into a cold, vengeful glare. Leaning forward, he locked his gaze onto the hologram of his father. “Dad,” Zander said, his voice lower but charged with restrained emotion, “I’m not your teenage son anymore. I’ve grown. I know exactly what I’m doing, and I know how to finish this. Don’t try to stop me.” Joseph remained silent for a moment, his face hardening. Before he could respond, Zander pressed a button, ending the call abruptly.
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