2025-04-27 10:03:57The world blurred into chaos.
The floor swallowed them whole, but Javier landed cleanly, as if he had expected it all along. His boots hit the dark stone with a controlled thud. Around him, pieces of the collapsing building rained down, dust choking the stale air. Valeria stumbled nearby, coughing violently. Lucian and the others were nowhere to be seen—only distant screams and the grinding of stone echoed.
Javier rose, dusting his coat casually.
From the depths of the darkness, Subject Zero’s laughter slithered toward him.
"You fall into my home now, Everhart," the monster rasped, voice booming through the hollow underground. "Here, the rules change."
Javier ignored the
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CHAPTER 203
Unknown number: “Your wife just left your house. Alone.”Javier stared at the message, his thumb hovering above the screen. The words were simple—almost casual—but something about them unsettled him. Valeria didn’t leave the house without informing him, especially not at night. And this wasn’t the kind of message one sent if everything was fine.A knock interrupted his thoughts.“Mr. Everhart?” Paul Hendricks, his senior advisor, slipped through the lounge door, face flushed and nervous. “We’ve got a problem. A board member was overheard mentioning your name—your real name. Word is spreading… fast.”Javier calmly slipped the phone into his pocket. “Who was it?”“Lewis Marston.”Javier nodded slowly. “He’s grown arrogant since we saved his division. Of course, it would be him.”“But that’s not all,” Paul added, lowering his voice. “We just got a ping from security. One of our encrypted accounts was accessed… remotely. From inside Everhart Tower.”That made Javier still.He never raised
CHAPTER 202
“Sir, are you sure you want to enter through the front?”Javier Everhart glanced at the lobby doors of the luxurious Langford International Hotel, where the annual Westbridge Business Forum was being held. Wearing a simple grey jacket, dark jeans, and scuffed shoes, he looked more like a lost tourist than the billionaire mind behind half the mergers whispered about in hushed corporate circles.He offered the hotel valet a soft smile. “I’ll manage.”As Javier stepped into the glittering lobby, no one turned. No red carpet. No cameras. No whispered acknowledgments. Just another man beneath the towering crystal chandeliers.Inside the ballroom, rows of businessmen in sharp suits raised champagne glasses and exchanged firm handshakes. Name tags with prestigious titles adorned their chest pockets. Javier’s, by choice, had only his first name: Javier E.As he moved between tables, two men near the buffet threw a glance at him.“That guy again?” one of them scoffed, sipping wine. “Did housek
CHAPTER 201
The rain had stopped, but the air still hung heavy with moisture as Javier and Valeria stepped out of Winston Holdings. The black car waiting by the curb hummed softly, and Javier opened the door for his wife, motioning her inside.“Are we heading home?” Valeria asked, glancing at him from beneath her lashes.Javier nodded faintly. “For now.”The car pulled away from the curb in silence. The city blurred past the windows, but Javier’s mind was elsewhere. His fingers tapped lightly against the leather seat—slow, steady, thoughtful.Valeria reached out and gently stilled his hand. “What’s on your mind?”“Something doesn’t feel right,” he murmured. “Winston wasn’t rattled enough.”“You threatened to destroy his company in under ten minutes.”“And yet,” Javier said, turning his gaze toward the glass, “he didn’t flinch the way guilty men usually do.”Valeria said nothing at first, then asked, “You think someone else is pulling strings?”“I think there’s more to this contract than what we s
CHAPTER 200
“Sir, I think you’re lost. This floor is for private access only.”The receptionist’s tone was curt, her eyes scanning Javier from head to toe with poorly disguised judgment. His coat was a little damp from the walk through the drizzling rain, his shoes worn but clean, and his demeanor, as always, unassuming. The sleek marble lobby of Winston Holdings gleamed beneath the soft gold lights, yet none of that gloss ever touched Javier.“I have an appointment,” he replied simply, adjusting the strap of his briefcase on his shoulder.“Do you now?” she replied with a tight-lipped smile. “And who exactly are you meeting with?”“Mr. Delacroix.”She blinked, clearly not expecting that name. “You… Mr. Winston Delacroix?”Javier nodded.The woman hesitated. “Sir, I think there’s been a misunderstanding. Mr. Delacroix doesn’t meet with just anyone.”Behind him, two sharply dressed young men stepped off the elevator, snickering as they passed.“Hey,” one of them muttered to the other, loudly enough
CHAPTER 199
The café on 5th and Weller was small, worn, and nearly forgotten by the crowd that buzzed around downtown. Javier stepped through its door just as the rain began to drizzle. The bell above the entrance gave a half-hearted chime, and the barista behind the counter didn’t bother to look up.He walked to the counter, his coat damp at the edges, the same old briefcase in hand. A young man—no older than twenty—finally glanced at him and immediately frowned.“Sir, the restroom is for customers only,” he said sharply, assuming the worst from Javier’s appearance.“I’m not here for the restroom,” Javier replied with his usual softness. “I’d like a cup of black coffee. And to speak to the owner.”The boy narrowed his eyes. “Do you have an appointment?”“I do.”The barista rolled his eyes and called toward the back. “Lena! Some guy says he’s here to see you.”A moment later, a petite woman in her thirties stepped out. Her hair was pulled back in a loose bun, and the dark circles under her eyes b
CHAPTER 198
“Sir, I’m not sure this is your floor.”The receptionist’s voice was polite but firm as she eyed Javier Everhart from behind her marble desk. Her eyes trailed over his simple black coat, scuffed shoes, and the aged leather briefcase in his hand. He didn’t look like the type of man who belonged on the 52nd floor of the Sterling & Hart Corporate Tower—a place reserved for top-tier clients and executives.Javier offered a faint smile. “I’m here for the investor meeting. Summit Room.”The woman hesitated. She had strict instructions about who was allowed in that room, and this man didn’t fit the profile. Before she could reply, the elevator doors chimed open again behind Javier, and two sharply dressed men stepped out. One of them—tall, confident, and loud—immediately noticed Javier.“Oh,” he laughed, clapping his companion on the shoulder. “I didn’t realize the janitorial staff had access to this floor now.”His friend snorted. “Maybe he’s here to pick up coffee orders.”The receptionist
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