Asher spent his days immersed in work, tirelessly completing various projects. He despised delays and felt restless if tasks remained unfinished or failed to meet his high standards. He was like a mad dog, obsessively driven by his job.The meeting room was nearly empty now, leaving behind only a few scattered papers on the table. Asher adjusted the sleeves of his suit with a relaxed motion, though his eyes betrayed a constant tension that never truly disappeared. He could still hear faint echoes in his mind—the thoughts of those who had earlier been busy praising the success of LuseCraft's new product."Remarkable work, Mr. Asher.""I never expected him to come this far.""I guess I need to start sucking up to him now, or my career is over."Asher suppressed a bitter smile. These were the same people who had once belittled him. Now? They scrambled to gain his favor. His fingers brushed the magical ring on his finger—a tool that seemed almost custom-made to give him the power of silen

Asher stood tall beside the sleek black car parked neatly under the glow of a streetlamp. The soft light reflected off the polished surface of the vehicle, while Alicia stood just a few steps away from him. The driver waited patiently inside, but the world around them seemed to slow, as if the moment stretched beyond time."Today was wonderful, Alicia. Thank you for inviting me to meet your father," Asher said, his voice warm and steady. A rare, natural smile graced his face, a gesture that seemed reserved only for her.Alicia returned his smile, though she tried to hide her nervousness behind her cheerful expression. "I’m glad you came. Thank you for keeping your promise, Asher."Her words sounded light, but Asher sensed a deeper layer within them. His gaze remained fixed on Alicia—not merely observing but understanding. As silence settled over them, he turned the ring on his finger, allowing her thoughts to flow gently into his mind like a quiet stream.["Could we ever be something

A grand crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling of the hotel ballroom, casting shimmering reflections across the glittering jewelry of the elegantly dressed guests. The soft strains of an orchestra filled the air, creating an ambiance of sophistication that contrasted with the lively chatter of attendees in their lavish attire. Asher stepped into the room alongside Aberon, his eyes scanning the scene with quiet focus. This was the Jackque Company’s anniversary gala, and as Asher had anticipated, it was not just a celebration but a demonstration of power. "Dad, are you sure it’s okay to leave Mom alone?" Asher asked as they passed waiters offering champagne on silver trays. Aberon paused briefly, adjusting his suit while looking at his son with a gentle yet resolute expression. "Asher, your mother insisted we attend. She said it’s important for your reputation. Wilson and the staff will ensure she’s well taken care of." Asher gave a small nod, though deep down, he would have preferr

The night was late, but the lights in Asher’s office were still blazing brightly. Documents were scattered across his desk, while the laptop screen displayed graphs and project notes he needed to finalize by morning. His sharp focus never wavered as his fingers typed rapidly, ensuring no task was left undone. Tomorrow was reserved for his mother, and he refused to let work intrude on that time."Mr. Asher! Sir!" Kailos’s voice broke his concentration. The man stood hesitantly in the doorway before stepping inside.Asher glanced up briefly, raising an eyebrow. "What is it, Kailos? I’m nearly done."Kailos swallowed hard, his face more tense than usual. He held a tablet in his hands, which he carefully placed on the desk. "I’m sorry to interrupt, sir, but this is urgent. I couldn’t wait."Frowning, Asher picked up the tablet. A report filled the screen, and the more he read, the tighter his jaw clenched. "What is this?" he asked, his voice low but filled with an unmistakable edge."It’s

The conference room at Dixon Corporation was thick with tension, the air almost suffocating with its weight. Asher stood at the front, next to the large screen displaying the diagrams of the new LuseCraft project. His black suit was immaculate, but his rolled-up sleeves revealed a readiness to work—or fight, if necessary.Seated at the table’s side was the man at the center of today’s focus—the traitor from one of Dixon’s subsidiaries. His face was pale, and his eyes darted nervously, avoiding Asher’s gaze. Yet, there was no escape from the pressure that enveloped the room.Asher turned slowly, walking toward the man with deliberate steps, his movements calm yet imposing. "You know," he said, his voice low, almost a whisper, "I’ve always been willing to give second chances to those who work hard for this company. But you..."Stopping right beside the man, Asher’s sharp gaze bore into him like a blade. "You chose to sell our trust to Phoenic Group. You chose money over loyalty."The ma