Chapter 132- Defence.

The night was frigid, and a thick blanket of snow had draped itself over the city like a shroud. The bitter cold seeped through every crack and crevice, invading even the most well-insulated buildings. In a dimly lit penthouse high above the city, Alexander Cromwell sat hunched over his laptop, engrossed in his work.

Cromwell's penthouse was a testament to his wealth and power. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the city below, but on this frigid night, they were shrouded in darkness, the glass covered in a thin layer of frost. Despite the luxurious surroundings, the biting cold seemed to penetrate everything.

He sat at a massive glass-and-steel desk, fingers dancing across the keyboard with practiced precision. His sharp mind was always in motion, orchestrating the intricate maneuvers of his empire. He was a man who thrived in the shadows, where the cold and calculating thrived.

The room was bathed in the soft glow of multiple computer screens, casting eerie shadows