Mrs. Davidson’s hands trembled ever so slightly as she held the phone, her mind racing. "General Romeo Stormbreaker?" How had he gotten involved with Sheikh Rahman? The mere mention of his name sent ripples through her thoughts. Was the sheikh more connected than she had originally assumed?"Hello!" she managed, steadying her voice as best as she could."Hello, I believe I am speaking with Mrs. Davidson, CEO of the Davidson Group?" His voice was deep and authoritative, with a calm that only enhanced the tension she felt."Yes, Your Majesty," she replied, as her heartbeat was quickening each time. "Good. Information has reached me that Sheikh Rahman intends to host an event at your hotel. Is that correct?"Mrs. Davidson blinked, struggling to mask her astonishment. How did he know? Was the sheikh really that influential?"Yes, Your Majesty," she answered, her tone was more careful now."How are talks between you and him going?"She swallowed, choosing her words cautiously. "Actual

Romeo sat on a makeshift wooden crate under a dimly lit street lamp, his rugged appearance had blended seamlessly with the grime and grit of the city streets. His clothes were worn, with patches here and there, and his once vibrant eyes were now shadowed with a mix of fatigue and determination. Despite his outward appearance, his fingers moved with practiced ease as he maneuvered a well-worn chess piece across the board in front of him."You're not gonna win this one, Romeo," muttered one of his companions. He was a burly man with a thick beard, and he leaned in to get a closer look.Romeo smirked without taking his eyes off the board. "Don't count me out just yet, Sam. I still have a few tricks up my sleeve."Around him, a group of similarly disheveled men, some of whom had become his close companions, watched intently as the game unfolded. The air was thick with the sounds of the bustling street, punctuated by the occasional shout or the distant hum of a passing car. The dim lig

The men began to laugh, it was a low, sinister sound that echoed in the bathroom. Romeo could feel the danger in their laughter, but he kept his cool."Oh, I guess you guys are here to aid me in repairing the broken pipes?" Romeo joked, trying to act like he wasn’t scared. He forced a smile, hoping to throw them off.The men laughed even louder, with their voices filling the room. "This guy is funny," one of the mafia members said, shaking his head with a smirk. "He looks more shabby than they described him."They laughed again, mocking him, as their eyes were filled with cruel amusement."I’m sorry, my friend." The leader said, with a voice dripping with menace. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a heavy chain, letting it dangle in the air. The others followed, pulling out chains and sharp jackknives that glinted in the light. "We’re not here to help you fix the pipes. We’re here to beat you up."Romeo stayed calm, even though he could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

Sheikh Rahman continued speaking, his voice was calm but powerful, capturing everyone’s attention. He wanted to make sure everyone understood how important it was for powerful people to work together to create a better future.“Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, “our world is big and complicated, but when people like us—who lead big companies and make important decisions—work together, we can shape the future. The businesses we run aren’t just about making money; they’re about setting an example for others to follow and creating something that lasts.”He paused for a moment, letting his words sink in. The room was quiet, and everyone was listening closely.“We are the ones who can make sure the future is good,” he continued. “By working together and sharing the same goals, we can build a world where success isn’t just for today but for a long time to come. It’s not just about what we achieve now but about what we leave behind for those who come after us.”As he spoke, the light from th

Mrs. Davidson sat in a large, dimly lit room, and her wrists were bound with silver cuffs. Across from her, three top billionaires—Mr. Harris Zoef, Mr. Wellington Stuart, and Mrs. Zhao—sat with stern faces. They had been present at Sheikh Rahman's event and not just that, they had all invested millions into Mrs. Davidson’s business, believing her to be an honest and respectable partner. But now, they looked at her with disappointment and anger.Mr. Harris Zoef, an older man with a bushy gray beard, spoke first. His voice was deep and firm. "I can't believe this, Mrs. Davidson. We trusted you. We gave you our money and our support, and now we find out you're involved in illegal activities that could not just implicate you but also implicate us?" He shook his head in frustration. "You were part of the money heist at NovaTech? And you bribed Evelyn Blackwood to cover it up? This is unacceptable."Mrs. Davidson’s face turned pale, and she nervously glanced at the other two billionaires