Nolan's eyes narrowed.
He could see Evelyn laughing and talking with Zahir Malikyan. But it wasn’t just a polite conversation—it was different. Her body language was playful… too playful. She tilted her head, touched Zahir’s arm lightly, and even whispered something into his ear. Then, Evelyn leaned closer and smiled in a way that made Nolan’s stomach twist. It was the kind of smile she used to give him when they were in love. The kind that held a spark. But now, that spark was aimed at another man. Nolan’s hands tightened around the bouquet and the necklace case. His heart began to race, his chest was growing tighter with every passing second. And then it happened. Zahir took Evelyn’s hand. He leaned in close, whispered something to her—and she nodded. Without looking back, Zahir Malikyan gently led her away from the crowd, pulling her toward a quiet exit at the far end of the hall. Nolan froze. The lights of the gala still flashed around him. Laughter and music filled the air. But all of that faded. His mind screamed with confusion. Why is she letting him touch her like that? Why is she leaving with him? Fueled by disbelief and growing pain, Nolan began moving fast—walking past tables, past smiling faces, past powerful people who didn’t know what was happening to him inside. As he moved, the bouquet in his hand began to lose petals. One by one, the soft red petals floated to the floor, unnoticed by Nolan but noticed by others. He bumped into a man in a grey suit. “Hey, watch it!” the man snapped. “Who carries flowers around like that in a VIP occasion such as this?” “Is he a florist?” another guest laughed, sipping champagne. “Looks like he’s about to make a delivery to a birthday party!” A woman in a long golden gown stepped back with a frown. “Do you know who this is bumping into us?” “I don’t,” a voice muttered. “Maybe someone from the serving team…” But Nolan didn’t stop. He didn’t answer. He didn’t even look at them. His only focus was the exit. He pushed open the doors and stepped into the quieter hallway behind the gala room. It was dimly lit, lined with private rooms for VIP guests. He paused for a moment, his ears were sharp. Where are they? And then… he heard it. A faint sound. Movement. A whisper of clothing. A soft laugh. It came from one of the nearby doors—slightly open. Nolan walked toward it, slow and careful. His chest felt heavy. His grip on the bouquet and necklace was tight. He reached the door. His hand trembled as he pushed it open. What he saw inside made his world collapse. There, in the soft light of the room, was Evelyn. She was in Zahir Malikyan’s arms. Her blouse was already halfway down, revealing her bare shoulder and more. Her hands were wrapped around his neck. They were kissing. Not a friendly kiss. Not a mistake. But a deep, romantic, passionate kiss. The kind Nolan hadn’t felt from her in months. Time stopped. The flowers slipped from his hands. The box holding the necklace fell and hit the floor with a soft thud. Nolan felt his heart shatter inside him. A pain he had never known before swallowed him whole. His wife. The woman he had fought for, loved, supported greatly, and honored was with another man. Nolan stood still, his heart was pounding. For seven long seconds, he just stared. A soft laugh escaped Evelyn's mouth. A sound Nolan hadn’t heard in a long time. He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. Then, without thinking, he called out her name. “Evelyn?” His voice cracked with pain. Evelyn froze instantly. Her eyes darted to the side. She gasped and quickly pulled away from Zahir, adjusting her blouse in panic. Her lips trembled. Her eyes widened. “Nolan…” she whispered. “Wait, please—this isn’t—” Nolan took a shaky step forward. His face was twisted in hurt and anger. “How could you?” His voice was heavy, broken. “Evelyn, how could you do this to me?” Evelyn rushed toward him, reaching out to calm him. “No, no, Nolan, please listen! It’s not what you think! This... this is just a friendly...” she said, trying to touch his hand. Nolan pulled back, his voice was rising with every word. “What do mean friendly? You think that makes it better? You think I didn’t see what I saw? You were kissing him! You let him touch you! You left with him!” Tears formed in Evelyn’s eyes. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was confused, I—” Suddenly, Zahir Malikyan stepped forward. “Khalaas!” he snapped, his voice was deep and full of warning. “Do not raise your voice at her. Ana a’oulak—don’t shout at Evelyn. If you do that again… I swear, you will regret it.” Nolan’s blood boiled. He turned sharply to Zahir. And before anyone could stop him— SLAP! Nolan’s hand struck across Zahir Malikyan’s face, loud and sharp. Gasps filled the hallway. Nolan didn’t care. He didn’t care about the man’s power. His title. His money. Not tonight. “Who do you think you are,” Nolan said through clenched teeth, “to tell me how to speak to my wife?” Evelyn's eyes widened in shock and horror as she understood the gravity and consequence of what Nolan had done.
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Tears welled up in his eyes as the red warning lights continued to flash all around him. The bright symbols of failure mocked him. Penalty. Intrusion Detected. Integrity Breach.He looked up, saw Nolan sitting there, silent and still. Calm. Almost peaceful.“YOU CHEATED!” Mael screamed, pointing at him. “You didn’t fight for it! You didn’t break in! You just stood there!”But no one answered. The room remained quiet.Even the audience—who once cheered for Mael—just watched. Silent. Unmoved. Some of them even turned away.Mael’s lips trembled. His voice dropped, it was almost a whisper now. “I did everything right. I followed every rule, I used my strategy that always gave me victory…”His knees hit the floor. He crouched in front of his flickering display like a broken machine. The bright red digits of his falling score were burned into his eyes.“N-no… please…” he muttered, tears were streaming down his face now. “Just give me a chance… I can fix it... I can still win…”The crowd
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“That’s the point,” the other replied, with awe creeping into his voice. “He’s not playing for points. He’s playing past them.”A sudden hush fell over the room again as Mr. Keal finally rose, straightening his long coat.“We may be witnessing something historic,” he said, his voice was deep and reverberating. “Not just a win—but a lesson. This is the mathematics of control.”Mael was still thrashing in digital quicksand, and his score was beginning to bleed out point by point.It caught fragments of the voices from the observation deck—but he was too deep now, too entangled. He could feel the system folding in on him.Back in the crowd, even the most cynical spectators—those who had mocked Nolan earlier—now stood in stunned silence.“Who the hell is this guy?” one finally blurted.“He’s the quiet one,” another murmured, his eyes were wide. “The kind that doesn’t crash the door. He owns the building without you realizing it.”And at the center of it all, Nolan continued—unblinking, me
MASTER VS MAVERICK 2
"Watch closely, everyone!" Mael's voice boomed, his pride was evident. "This is how a true master acquires the biggest prize!"He unleashed a torrent of digital attacks, a rapid-fire sequence of exploits designed to overwhelm the vault's defenses. For a moment, it seemed to work. The outer layers of the vault’s security flickered and destabilized. Mael’s score jumped dramatically."One hundred thousand points!" the Umpire announced, and the crowd roared its approval.But then, something unexpected happened. As Mael delved deeper into the vault, a new layer of security, far more insidious than anything he had encountered before, activated. It wasn't a firewall or a data trap. It was a self-learning, adaptive AI, a 'ghost' in the machine designed to specifically counter aggressive, frontal assaults. It wasn't trying to block Mael; it was trying to lure him deeper, to ensnare him.Mael, caught up in the thrill of his swift victory, didn't notice the subtle shift in the network's behav
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The instant the Umpire’s voice cut through the air, declaring “BEGIN!”, the chamber transformed. The holographic displays surrounding Nolan and Mael exploded into a vibrant, dizzying array of data. Instead of simply seeing a network, they were inside it. The walls of the chamber seemed to vanish, and it was replaced by towering, glowing data spires that reached into an unseen digital sky. Lines of code, like shimmering rivers, flowed past them. Security protocols manifested as pulsing energy shields and watchful, multi-faceted digital eyes that tracked their every simulated move.Nolan and Mael, connected by their neural interfaces and bio-wires, became avatars within this digital realm. They weren't physically moving, but their perceptions, their senses, were fully immersed. Their stations, with their control panels, became extensions of their will, translating their thoughts and commands into actions within the simulated heist.Mael, with his vast experience, wasted no time.
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As they reached the entrance of the chamber, just before Nolan stepped inside, he reached out, his hand shooting forward and grabbing Mael's wrist. His grip was surprisingly strong, his fingers were digging into Mael's flesh. Mael flinched, his smirk was faltering, and his eyes, which moments ago had held only amusement, now widened slightly in surprise.Nolan pulled Mael closer, their faces almost touching. His voice, though low, was thick with a dangerous intensity that cut through the lingering theatricality of the moment. It was a promise, cold and unwavering, delivered with the weight of a physical threat."You think this is a game, Mael?" Nolan hissed, his eyes were burning with a dark fire. "You think you're going to parade me around, humiliate me, and then dismiss me as a pretender? You want to see my true capabilities? You're about to."He tightened his grip for a moment, then released Mael’s wrist with a shove. "You just made the biggest mistake of your pathetic life, Mael
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Mael’s eyes narrowed, the last vestiges of his performative demeanor falling away. “What I stand to gain, Nolan, is the restoration of order. The reaffirmation of the principles that built this organization. And the undeniable truth that true power, true respect, is earned, not simply granted. Are you ready to play, Nolan?”Mael turned, his predatory grin began to fade slightly as he faced the raised platform where Mr. Kael sat, an impassive observer throughout the volatile exchange. A flicker of deference, almost imperceptible, crossed Mael's features. The theatricality that had defined his earlier pronouncements gave way to a more formal, almost humble tone."Mr. Kael," Mael began, his voice was still resonant but stripped of its earlier venom, "with your esteemed permission, I believe this 'demonstration' will serve a vital purpose. It will, beyond a shadow of a doubt, illustrate the true measure of an individual's worth within the Iron Street hierarchy. It will uphold the very pr
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