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CHAPTER 160
The black limo's tinted window slid down like a guillotine being prepared. Javier’s calm gaze met the amused smirk of Gideon Vale, the self-styled king of corporate aggression. His salt-and-pepper hair was slicked back, his navy pinstripe suit immaculate, and his gloved hand rested atop a gold-tipped cane he didn’t need—but used for intimidation.“Still playing dress-up, Everhart?” Gideon drawled, voice smooth and venomous. “Blending with the peasants to feel morally superior? Or is it because no one remembers the name Javier anymore?”Javier stood motionless, a picture of unshakable stillness. His shadow stretched long beneath the afternoon sun, cutting across the polished floor like a blade.“Funny,” Javier replied calmly. “Coming from a man whose net worth is hemorrhaging faster than his hairline.”The driver winced silently.Gideon’s smirk faltered for a breath. Then it returned, sharper.“I see the rumors are true,” Gideon said. “You’ve been acquiring subsidiaries. Quietly. Like
CHAPTER 159
The moment the security guard announced the dent in the Valkyrie, a ripple of tension swept through the showroom. Everyone looked at one another, awkward anticipation brewing in the air. The staff who had mocked Javier moments ago glanced at him with barely concealed glee, convinced fate had delivered the final punchline.Trevor smirked. “Told you. Can’t fake class.”The receptionist giggled, trying to cover her mouth.Marshall DuVernay folded his arms, his amusement thinly veiled. “Well, Mr. Everhart, looks like the universe just tested your claim.”But Javier didn’t flinch.He slowly turned around, his eyes calm and controlled.“I’ll handle it,” Javier said to the security guard.The guard nodded. “Please come with me, sir.”Javier followed him out, his leather boots echoing with each measured step on the marble tiles. A few staff trailed behind, eager to watch the humiliation unfold. Marshall didn’t bother to hide his curiosity. He followed too.Outside, in the pristine parking are
CHAPTER 158
The laughter hadn’t faded yet.Even as Javier sat inside the driver’s seat of the Valkyrie—his Valkyrie—the sound of mockery laced the air, clinging to every marble tile and pane of glass. The receptionist was chuckling nervously with the salesman. Trevor had crossed his arms smugly, reveling in the moment of regained superiority.The door to the showroom suddenly opened again, this time revealing a man in an immaculate navy suit, flanked by two assistants. His presence demanded attention like thunder before a storm.He was Marshall DuVernay, CEO of Titan Venture Holdings, one of the most influential private equity firms on the East Coast. The kind of man whose signature alone could make or break billion-dollar deals. The moment his Italian leather shoes touched the floor, silence fell.Except for Trevor, who instantly straightened and waved. “Mr. DuVernay! Sir, a pleasure—what a surprise!”Marshall nodded briefly, his eyes moving past him toward the commotion.“What’s going on here?”
CHAPTER 157
It was the kind of dealership that didn’t have prices on the cars — if you had to ask, you couldn’t afford it.The glass walls shimmered with morning sunlight. Inside, a fleet of luxury vehicles—sleek, pristine, and mercilessly expensive—sat like beasts ready to devour pavement. Bugatti. Pagani. Koenigsegg. Solaris Motors' elite custom line glittered in platinum and obsidian.Javier walked in, his boots echoing against the immaculate white tiles. His jacket was the same—scuffed, worn, and dusted with road salt from walking several blocks instead of taking his driver. His jeans had a loose thread at the knee, and his dark shirt was unbranded.To the sales staff, he was just another window-shopper.“Can I help you?” The receptionist barely looked up. Her smile was professional, detached.Javier gave a quiet nod. “I’m here to see the Solaris Valkyrie. The latest one-off series.”The woman didn’t hide her skepticism. “Those are viewable by appointment only. For verified clients.”“I have
CHAPTER 156
The boutique gleamed with a sterile, haughty elegance — polished marble floors, velvet seats, and a wall of timepieces that cost more than most people’s annual salary. Beneath the soft golden lighting, every tick of every luxury watch sounded like money.Javier Everhart stood near the display, quietly observing a vintage Vacheron Constantin model. He wore a plain black T-shirt, faded jeans, and worn boots. His jacket was utilitarian — military-grade leather, scuffed at the elbows. His hair, longer than Wall Street’s standards, was pulled back in a lazy tie.To the casual eye, he looked like a tourist who had wandered in out of boredom.The sales associate behind the counter clearly thought the same.“Sir,” the woman began, her voice la
CHAPTER 155
The steel doors groaned as Javier slammed his shoulder into them, dragging Valeria out just seconds before the corridor behind them exploded in a wave of flame and smoke. The force sent them both tumbling into the snow, harsh winds biting at their skin.Javier didn’t let go of her for a second.“Are you hit?” he demanded, brushing away snow from her cheek, his voice tight with panic that hadn’t surfaced until now.Valeria coughed, her lungs burning from the gas and smoke she’d inhaled. Her eyes fluttered open, unfocused at first, then sharpened as they landed on his face. She blinked. “Javier...?”“I’ve got you,” he said.She stared at him for a moment, then exhaled a bitter laugh. “Took you long enough.”Javier’s expression didn’t change, but a flicker of relief passed through his eyes. “You’re welcome, Mrs. Vega.”That earned a pained smirk from her. “You never did like calling me that.”“It reminds me that you’re mine.”“And you never liked sharing.”“Especially not you.”Behind th
CHAPTER 154
Javier stared at the screen, unmoving, while the Tokyo skyline pulsed in silent rhythm behind him."Don’t trust Valeria."Three words.Three words that detonated inside his chest louder than any missile could.His grip tightened around the phone, knuckles whitening. Mira wasn’t just scared—she was deliberately warning him, risking whatever hell was behind that camera just to send a message. And if she was right...Then he had been playing on the wrong side of the board the entire time.“Sir?” one of the agents approached cautiously, holding a data pad. “We’ve got a match on the body. Name was Kenshi Yamada. Ex-intel. Defected five years ago. Went off-grid. Valeria had a red mark on him.”Javier didn’t answer.Because that was exactly the problem.Valeria had marks on everyone who opposed her. Mira included.“Dispose of the body,” Javier said coldly. “No trace. No press. Not even whispers.”“Yes, sir.”He turned away before the man finished saluting, walking to the edge of the rooftop,
CHAPTER 153
The words “Burn everything” rippled across encrypted channels like a silent nuclear strike.Within seconds, entire databases began disintegrating into digital ash. Offshore accounts vanished. Dummy corporations dissolved. Hidden satellites recalibrated their optics to focus on one city:Tokyo.This wasn’t just damage control.It was war.2:04 AM – Shinjuku District, TokyoThe rain had stopped, but the streets still glistened under neon light, reflecting a city that never truly slept, only shifted masks.Javier stood alone on the rooftop of an abandoned pachinko parlor, wind pulling at the edges of his coat. No security team. No snipers. No drones.Just him.And a briefcase chained to his wrist.Exactly as instructed.But what the masked figure waiting across the rooftop didn’t realize was that Javier Everhart never followed instructions.He rewrote them.“You’re early,” the masked man said. Voice modulated. “I respect that.”Javier didn’t speak. His eyes swept the edges of the rooftop
CHAPTER 152
Javier didn’t move for several seconds after the stranger disappeared, his mind already calculating at speeds most men could never comprehend. The words echoed in his ears like a ticking clock:“Not what… who.”“You’re already too late.”The idea that someone had been taken from the Tokyo vault—that carefully guarded piece of his past—twisted something inside him. Not fear. Never fear.Something colder.Retribution.He turned back toward the estate, issuing a single command into the mic on his collar.“Activate Black Line Protocol. Scramble Tokyo, Geneva, and Reykjavik. I want satellite feeds, internal reports, and all vault logs pulled. Send a jet.”His head of security, Miles Chen, responded instantly. “Destination?”“Tokyo,” Javier said sharply. “Wheels up in twenty minutes.”“And Valeria?” Miles asked cautiously.Javier’s steps didn’t falter. “She stays here. Guard her like she’s the crown jewel.”“Yes, sir.”He reached the private elevator and descended into the sublevel of the e
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