"How much do you want to sell it for, Leonard?" Marcus asked, his eyes fixed on the CEO.The CEO paused, a calculating glint in his eye. This was an opportunity to offload the company and make a lucrative deal. He cleared his throat, a sly smile spreading across his face. "Mr. Man, we both know how good my company is, and its fame. Yes, we're facing difficulties, but that's normal."Marcus nodded curtly, his expression stern. "Get to the point. How much?"The CEO's smile grew wider. "One trillion dollars."Marcus's eyes widened in shock, not at the price, but at the CEO's audacity. "One trillion dollars?" he repeated, his voice laced with disbelief.The CEO, however, seemed unphased, a smirk still plastered on his face. "What, Mr. Marcus? Is my price too much?" he asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.Marcus's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with the implications of the CEO's asking price. He thought to himself, "I thought he needed money, so why is he driving such a hard bargain?"M

"You can't threaten someone who's already died before," Marcus retorted, his voice firm and defiant.The Tycoon Lord let out a bitter laugh, a cold, mirthless sound. "You don't know who you are messing with," he muttered, his voice dripping with venom. With that, he ended the call, leaving Marcus seething.Marcus let out a hiss of frustration, he walked to his room, slamming the door behind him and began pacing around the room, his mind racing with thoughts and doubts. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "Come in," he said, his voice curt.Katherine nodded and entered, her eyes locked on Marcus. "Should I activate the necklace?" she asked, her voice low and urgent.Marcus rubbed the back of his neck, his expression conflicted. "I don't know. I'm confused. What if these people no longer have the same loyalty to T-Force?" he said, his voice laced with uncertainty.The room fell silent, the weight of Marcus's doubts hanging heavy in the air. Katherine's eyes narrowed, her mind work

Owen's frustration grew as he tried to reach out to people for a loan, but they all came up with one excuse or another. He glanced at the clock, his anxiety spiking as he realized he had only two hours left. Suddenly, a thought struck him - he had sent Amayah a lot of money over time, so she must have some savings.With a calculated calm, Owen got up and headed to Amayah's room. He knocked on the door, but there was no response. He knocked again, his patience wearing thin. When there was still no answer, he pushed the door open to find Amayah crying.Owen's eyes narrowed, his distaste for the situation evident. He hated having to pretend to care for Amayah now, when all he really needed was her money. But he knew he had to play the part, or risk losing everything.Owen sat beside Amayah, who turned away from him, and he gently touched her shoulder. "Amayah, I'm sorry," he said, feigning sympathy. But Amayah remained silent, her tears falling onto the bed.He tapped her shoulder agai

There's no way Marcus would be in here, Amayah thought to herself. What if he's here? Does that mean he's rich? She knocked again to confirm her doubt."Come in," Marcus responded, and she held her breath as she pushed the door and entered. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw him cleaning."I thought as much," she said to herself. "He can only be a cleaner, not the owner.""Did you say anything?" the fake CEO asked, and I shook my head no.She mumbled under her breath as she sat down, and Marcus chuckled, when he heard her voice. He quickly asked the general to sit on his chair and picked up the mop and began to clean, so she would have no idea who the hell he is.As she sat down, Marcus continued to clean, his eyes fixed on her, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. He was enjoying this, enjoying the fact that she had no idea who he really was.And Amayah, oblivious to the truth, began to speak, her voice confident and clear. "I’m Mr. Owen's fiancé,” she said, and the General

"Did you say anything?" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.And she shook her head, "No, I didn't," she whispered, with that she stood up, smiling. She needed to play it cool, to gather more information."I think I want to dance now," she said, smiling."I'm glad I'm able to change your mind," he said, holding out his hand, but she gently removed it."I'm coming, let me use the bathroom first," she said, and he nodded, "Fine, I will be waiting."She raced to the bathroom and then she put on the tap to muffle her voice. "Lord, I think I found him," she said in haste."Who?" Marcus asked, his voice firm."The one with the bracelet," she said, her voice low."Where are you?" he asked, his voice urgent."I will be dancing with him soon," she said, her heart racing."Good, we will surround you," Marcud said, and she nodded.The moment she opened the door, she saw the man. "Wh...what are you doing here?" she asked, her voice shaking."I just want to be sure you were not going to run fro