The tension in the room seemed to coil tighter after Ethan’s warning, every heir processing the news in their own way. The silence weighed heavy, each of them aware that the stakes had just been raised. It was Gerald who broke the stillness, leaning forward in his seat, a calculating gleam in his eye.“Well,” Gerald began, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife, “now that we know what the threat looks like, we should eliminate him. Take him out before he gets the chance to do the same to us.”All eyes turned toward him, the room collectively recoiling from his words as if he had just suggested something unthinkable. Sandra shot him a cold stare, Rhys raised an eyebrow, and Denera’s expression hardened into stone. Even Ethan, who was used to Gerald’s aggressive demeanor, regarded him with a mix of disbelief and caution.Gerald’s lip curled slightly as he took in their reactions. “Don’t look at me like I’m crazy. You all know the kind of world we live in. It’s kill or be

The Tree House mansion was a fortress of sleek modernity draped in shadows, surrounded by towering trees that seemed to whisper ancient secrets. Inside its vast training hall, the echo of fists hitting flesh and the sound of swift movements filled the air. At the center of it all was Kiara, a fierce warrior with her eyes locked in concentration. Her opponents—five of the best fighters the Tree House had—circled her like predators. But Kiara was no prey.She was dressed in a black sleeveless training outfit, her body glistening with sweat under the dim lights. Her muscles tensed as she watched every slight movement of the fighters. A bead of sweat trickled down her brow, but her expression remained unreadable. Suddenly, one of the fighters lunged at her, a swift punch aimed at her side. Kiara sidestepped effortlessly, grabbing his arm mid-strike and twisting it behind his back with lightning speed, sending him crashing to the floor.Another fighter charged from behind, but Kiara wa

Gerald's sleek black car glided to a stop in front of the sprawling estate, the mansion’s looming silhouette cast against the moonlit sky. He stepped out, his eyes immediately scanning the grounds as a faint sense of unease prickled at the back of his neck. Something felt off. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but the air was different—charged, like a storm waiting to break.As he walked toward the grand entrance, the rhythmic crunch of gravel under his boots was the only sound cutting through the night. The outdoor yard, usually meticulously maintained, seemed subtly disturbed. Gerald’s sharp eyes caught the slight displacement of dirt near the flower beds, as if something—or someone—had trampled through them recently. He frowned, his steps slowing as he studied the area more closely.Before he could investigate further, one of his guards came rushing toward him from the side of the yard, his boots clapping against the stone pathway. The guard stopped a few feet away and bowed, hi

The sun was barely peeking through the morning clouds as Ethan Anderson sat alone in his high-rise office at the Majestic Skies building, the city skyline stretching far beneath him like a kingdom under his watch. The soft hum of his phone vibrated in his hand as he listened to Sandra on the other end. She was lighthearted and easygoing, a perfect counterbalance to his world of unending boardroom battles and masked threats.“Yes, I know it’s early,” Ethan said, his tone warm as he leaned back, momentarily forgetting the weight of the past few days. “But I wanted to hear your voice before the day took over.”Sandra laughed softly on the other end, her voice bringing a momentary calm. “Well, I’m glad to know I still make it to your priority list, Mr. Anderson,” she teased. “Are you doing okay? You’ve been... busy.”“More than busy,” Ethan admitted, a trace of weariness slipping into his tone. “But I manage.” Just then, the sound of his office door opening pulled his attention. He glan

The sunlight streamed through the towering glass windows of Majestic Skies, filling Ethan’s office with a morning glow that contrasted the tension simmering inside. Ethan leaned back in his high-backed leather chair, his fingers idly tapping the polished mahogany surface as he awaited the arrival of his two trusted allies. Moments later, Paul and Rachel entered, crossing the luxurious office floor with purposeful strides. Both of them looked sharp, with Rachel in a crisp black blazer and Paul in his usual tailored suit, each exuding the confident air of seasoned operatives.Ethan’s gaze flicked up, and he gestured for them to approach his desk. “What’s the update?”Rachel, always efficient and to the point, spoke first. “We’ve finished setting up the fake and misleading information for Mark Dave. He’ll be chasing shadows if he tries anything.”A faint smile curved on Ethan’s lips. “Good. And what about his movements?”Paul nodded, stepping forward. “I’ve taken extra security measure