The Rejected Son’s Road to Retribution

Chapter 16

The pale blue glow from the computer screen illuminated Tyson’s face, casting the small room in an eerie isolation from the rest of the world.

No sound filled the air except for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the steady clicks of his fingers dancing across the keyboard.

Outside the window, the city lights of Pueblo flickered like stars forced to live inside cold concrete and glass, artificial, distant, and utterly false.

On the screen, dozens of open windows displayed snippets of articles, private forums, anonymous messages, and data reports from a system directly linked to the elite social network.

Every sentence that sparked debate, every rumor that tarnished the De Leon name, all of it began here, in this small room, from the hands once shackled by the very family now trembling beneath the weight of its own reputation.

A faint smile curved Tyson’s lips. He leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on the monitor showing a graph of public opinion shifts, a red curve of trust plu