Chapter 29
Author: I am Rohi
last update2025-04-17 15:17:42

Everywhere and Everything In Jakarta was changing.

New billboards lined the city’s skyline. They didn’t say much, just a sleek logo: Pratama Global. Below it, in small print:

“Powering Southeast Asia’s Future.”

And behind it all, Raka and Selene moved in silence.

They didn’t need to shout. All they need is their influence.

Selene had flown in a private economic advisor from Singapore. Raka met with two major shipping companies over lunch in Seminyak. By the weekend, a new logistics hub in Surabaya was confirmed, with Pratama Group holding the controlling share.

It was slow and quiet but it was happening.

Indonesia was starting to lean in their direction.

Meanwhile…

The Santoso home felt tense.

Rini Santoso scrolled through her phone, her face tight with frustration.

“Look at this nonsense,” she snapped. “Another article praising Raka. *‘The silent lion of Jakarta’? Please!”

Nadine, sitting nearby with her tea, shrugged. “He’s just lucky. Selene is pulling the
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