Sebastian fixed himself a scotch and clinked with her glass. Carol's expression softened. It was rarely ever that she could relax. Nobody gave her a break. Either work kept her engaged, or her family made unreasonable demands. Now that the burden of marriage was lifted from her mind, she drank some wine and began talking about business."You had a meeting with the Triumvirate in the afternoon today. What was the result?"Sebastian raised an eyebrow. News had yet to travel from Edgar Tower to the partners. They rejected his proposal outright. Moreover, Carol appeared to have yet to learn that Victor was at the helm of the Rapids Project. Why would he keep it a secret from his ex-wife? If the man were trying to get her back, wouldn't revealing his wealth and influence make sense?"I am still in negotiations with the Triumvirate," Sebastian replied. "They will get back to me by the end of today. However, I expect to own a large share in the Rapids Project and invest several billion dollar

Val looked utterly unfazed. She casually caught the couch in mid-air as if it were a pillow. Then she dropped it on the floor and settled on it."Shh…" she said, pointing at Carol. "We don't want to wake the Sleeping Beauty before the Prince arrives."Joe was shocked beyond belief. How did the woman catch a heavy couch so easily? He gritted his teeth and pulled out a pistol."Time to die!" he barked, firing off two rounds at Val. However, the bullets lodged into the wall behind her. Joe stared in disbelief. Did the woman disappear?"Peekaboo!" Val said from behind him.Joe Savage's eyes widened as two powerful hands grabbed his head and twisted it. His neck snapped with a loud crunch. The hulk dropped dead to the floor like a sack of sand.Val winced and wiped her hands on her clothes. "Yuck! He's slimy and disgusting!"The female warrior walked over to the unconscious Carol. "Hello, Sleeping Beauty," she said, zipping up her dress."I don't know what Caesar sees in you. You are a weak

The conference room was dimly lit, yet the chairs cast long shadows on the walls. The faces of most of the attending members were under shadows or covered with masks. Secrecy was integral in the high-profile meeting. However, a couple of them were too proud to remain hidden."The New World Order has taken over Springfield," an old but rugged-faced man said, leaning forward. He was Lector Damone, the Chairman of Falcon Industries, the third-largest conglomerate in the world."Didn't you send your grandson to neutralize them?" Alexander Blackwell jibed with a smirk."Hold your tongue!" Lector barked. "You are a minuscule company compared to mine.""I own Carmine City," came the reply. "But you lost Springfield, the mother lode! The Rapids Project will bring an end to all our businesses. What's the point of having a big dick if you can't get it up?"Sparks flew between the two patriarchs. Tensions flared between other members of the room as well. Billionaires and mafiosos from across the

Rose Atelier was in Edgar Tower in an important project-related meeting when her secretary, Joanne, barged in."What is this, Jo? I instructed you not to disturb me until the meeting is over.""Ma'am, it's very urgent," the secretary said, approaching her boss with staggered steps. She had a panic-stricken look about her."Alright, tell me. What's wrong?"Joanne quickly stooped and whispered the news into Rose's ear. The latter's eyes widened. "What? How is that even possible?"Rose immediately excused herself from the meeting and rushed into an adjoining office with Joanne. Her mind raced, and she thought it was a living nightmare."Are you serious?" Rose asked in alarm. "All the staff in all my resorts are dead? How? Who did it?"Joanne looked like she'd spiral into hysteria at any moment. But she steeled herself before her boss. She wouldn't let herself break down until Rose knew what happened."It looks like poisoning, ma'am. Customers from all resorts have been calling, reporting

Victor woke up in a luxurious bed in the Black Rock villa. Even though such a lavish life was not unfamiliar to him, he always felt more comfortable sleeping in his old home beside Carol. Unfortunately, Black Rock was his new headquarters.Victor picked up his phone and found over a hundred calls and messages, mainly from Maverick.“Hello? What is it, Mav? I haven’t checked the messages yet.”Maverick’s tone was one of panic. “Sir, Springfield is under attack! Top billionaires have been assassinated overnight! Their families are being wiped out; Properties, businesses, and licenses are being bought off or usurped as we speak!”Victor clenched his jaw. “It must be Monolith! The Puppetmaster has declared war on us, it seems!””That’s most likely, sir. Our agents are trying to neutralize their teams, but we have low success rates. Clive Baron is safe. What are your orders?”Victor paused for a moment, processing the chaos in his head. It couldn’t be that simple. Monolith acquiring busine