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CHAPTER 10: SHATTERED ILLUSIONS AND CRUMBLING EMPIRES
Four days following Verdant Innova's acquisition, Bastian Suryanegara's name began dominating various major business portals. That morning, television screens across Suryanegara Tower lobbies broadcasted an interview recorded a day prior, showcasing Bastian explaining carbon filtration technologies with absolute confidence belonging to a businessman who believed he just discovered his life's greatest opportunity."Markets finally recognize massive potentials we saw from day one," Bastian declared confidently during a recorded interview while flashing a charismatic smile toward television cameras. "Verdant Innova's technology is indeed still in development phases, but we are absolutely certain final results will revolutionize how global industries handle carbon emissions."Beneath broadcast screens, Suryanegara Capital's stock graphs displayed steady upward climbs.An employee waiting for an elevator glanced at those rising numbers, whistling softly. "Prices are climbing almost every
CHAPTER 9: DELUSIONS AND FINAL CUTS
CHAPTER 9: DELUSIONS AND FINAL CUTSOn Floor Forty of Suryanegara Tower, a soft pop from a champagne bottle shattered absolute silence inside Herman’s office.Bastian poured golden liquid into three crystal glasses, his hands moving so rapidly that several drops spilled onto polished marble surfaces. He did not even bother wiping them away. Since entering this room, an arrogant smile never truly faded from his face. His fingers constantly tapped against a fifty-page document cover resting before him."Digital signatures are fully finalized, Father," Bastian reported triumphantly while sliding said document toward Herman and tapping its final page with his index finger."Eighty percent of Verdant Innova shares officially belong to Suryanegara Capital for two hundred billion rupiah," he continued boastfully while raising his chin. "Next week, Aditya will bring their machine prototype to our production facilities for subsequent testing phases."Bastian raised his champagne glass, his sm
CHAPTER 8: FEAST OF WOLVES AND HIDDEN POISON
Clinking meat knives clashing against fine bone china plates pierced soft classical music playing inside Suryanegara Residence's main dining hall. Rich aromas of truffle broth and roasted A5 wagyu beef filled an expansive room, where billion-rupiah colonial-era paintings adorned every wall.Tonight, the Suryanegara family celebrated their glorious victory at a grand dining table. Having successfully thwarted a transaction Kaelen used to pressure them, absolutely no one felt any need to hide their overwhelming satisfaction.Herman Suryanegara sat at the head of a rectangular mahogany table, slicing his steak with calm, precise movements. He had barely spoken since dinner began, yet his gleaming eyes clearly proved how much an old man enjoyed this victorious atmosphere. To his right, Bastian sat comfortably beside Valerie.On Herman's left sat Sisca Suryanegara, his eldest daughter who simultaneously served as Suryanegara Capital's Director of Corporate Communications. Her straight bob
CHAPTER 7: BLOOD BARGAIN IN THE SERVICE HALLWAY
CHAPTER 7: BLOOD BARGAIN IN THE SERVICE HALLWAYA wall clock inside their VVIP meeting room ticked relentlessly, while a digital screen in its corner displayed 13:48. Twelve minutes remained before Kaelen's thirteen-billion-rupiah debt officially matured, and if that cash was not paid in full, Baskoro would never grant him a second chance.Leon stood near a massive glass window holding an encrypted tablet filled with multiple terminal screens. His fingers moved rapidly as he breached Obsidian's old classified archives."I have successfully accessed our old project archives," Leon reported without taking his eyes off his tablet screen. "However, Baskoro's men are already moving. Ten thugs secured our main lobby, while three others guard basement parking access," he continued with a highly alert tone while swiping his tablet to display security camera feeds."They also brought your photos, so we cannot exit through guest routes," Leon added grimly while pointing at his screen. "I spott
CHAPTER 6: INK ON WORTHLESS PAPER
Freshly brewed arabica coffee aromas filled a VVIP meeting room on Floor Twenty of Four Seasons Hotel. Raindrops tapped gently against giant glass windows presenting capital landscapes heavily obscured by gray clouds.Kaelen sat on a high-backed genuine leather chair. His aluminum crutches leaned against a marble table edge. Beneath that table, his left leg wrapped in a white cast throbbed violently. Dr. Surya's painkillers were slowly wearing off, letting agonizing aches from a titanium plate and six surgical screws gnaw at his nerves once more.Yet, not a single facial muscle twitched. His posture remained as calm as a placid lake surface.Across a table, Richard Chen—CEO of NexaCorp—sat flanked by two corporate lawyers. Five-centimeter-thick document stacks containing Sector Four's usage rights transfer clauses and groundwater utility permits lay neatly in the center."Our legal team's due diligence is complete, Mister Kaelen," Richard's lawyer announced with a professional tone wh
CHAPTER 5: EMBERS ON FLOOR FORTY
Incoming transfer notifications chimed on Baskoro's phone screen exactly at one in the afternoon.A loan shark enjoying wrapped Padang rice for lunch inside his underground office stopped chewing. He wiped grease off his fingers using tissues, then grabbed a phone resting beside stacks of cash.His screen displayed a highly satisfying string of numbers: Thirteen billion rupiah. Transferred from an untraceable offshore escrow account. Exactly as Kaelen had promised.Baskoro laughed softly, vibrating his bulging stomach. He looked at Leon standing stiffly in front of his desk. Kaelen did not come down to an ice factory this time a man with crutches remained in a van's backseat, planning his next move with one hundred and thirty-seven billion rupiah of pure profit from selling land to NexaCorp."Your boss does not just have guts; he possesses a machine brain," Baskoro praised with an amused tone while tossing his phone back onto his desk. "Tell him our debt ledger is clear. But remind hi
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