The foul stench of the toxic waste quickly filled every corner of the debate hall. The odor was unbearable, it was a mix of chemicals and decay that made people gag and cover their noses. Chaos erupted as members of the audience scrambled for the exits, coughing and retching as they fled the suffocating air. Even the cameras, broadcasting the event live, began to shake as reporters and their crews struggled to stay in the room. Darius stood in the middle of the disaster, drenched. His designer suit was ruined, his face filled with humiliation and rage. He wiped at his eyes, his fingers slick with the oily substance, only to smear it further across his face. “You’ll pay for this, Cloud!” Nathan remained calm amidst the chaos. His gas mask hid the satisfaction in his expression. Bianca and her team were also wearing masks as they proceeded to the exit. Before leaving, Nathan turned back one last time, his voice cutting through the clamor like a blade. “Darius, your reign of

His curses rang out, but they were drowned out by the jeers and boos of the crowd.Nathan didn’t flinch as Darius continued to bark like a dog on a leash. He simply watched as the officers forced Darius into the van, his threats continuing to echo from inside the vehicle.As they dragged Liam forward, he didn’t resist. He moved like a man who had accepted his fate, his head still hanging low. Before the van doors slammed shut, Nathan called out one last time. “Liam,” he said, his tone softer but no less commanding. Liam paused, looking up briefly, his face pale. “You’ll think about this moment every single day you spend in that cell. And you’ll know that you brought it all on yourself.”The doors closed with a heavy thud, and the crowd erupted into cheers as the vans began to pull away. They continued to chant, “Justice!” Nathan stood there for a moment, watching the vehicles disappear down the road. Beside him, Bianca stepped forward, her expression a mixture of pride and reli

Nathan had barely finished speaking to Vanessa when the sound of small footsteps rapidly approached them.“Nathan! My hero!” Brian’s excited voice rang out as he came bolting out of the house.Nathan turned around and crouched just in time to catch the boy in his arms. “Brian!” he exclaimed, lifting him effortlessly. Brian beamed at him, his face glowing with admiration. “I saw you on TV! You stopped the bad man! You’re the best hero ever!” Nathan chuckled, his lips curving into a warm smile. “You’re like a real superhero! You saved everyone!” Nathan’s chest tightened at the boy’s words, but before he could respond, Grace’s voice followed swiftly behind. “Brian!” she called, rushing out of the house. She was slightly out of breath, a dish towel clutched in one hand. “What have I told you about running outside like that? You could have tripped!” Brian clung to Nathan’s shoulder, giggling. “I was just so excited, Mom!” Grace sighed, but her frustration melted away as she l

At a private hospital, the quiet hum of machines and the murmur of nurses filled the air. Bianca stepped out of her car; she was dressed in a sharp, tailored suit. She had come back to the hospital to visit Sarah, the brave little girl who had endured so much. Nathan had given her the best treatment possible. She was in the best hospital in the country and attended to by the best doctors in the world. As she approached the pediatric ward, Bianca spotted Sarah’s father pacing anxiously near the doorway. The moment he caught sight of her, his face lit up, and he rushed toward her with a mix of relief and gratitude. “Ms. Bianca!” he exclaimed, extending his hand. His voice was thick with emotion. “I… I don’t even know where to begin. Thank you for coming. Thank you for… everything.” Bianca took his hand firmly but kindly. “No need to thank me. It’s the least I could do. Lord Cloud sends his regards and asked me to personally check on Sarah.” At the sound of voices, a soft, fra

Nathan tapped his fingers lightly on the edge of his desk. "Well... What do you think of your new opponent?" Bianca asked. "Honestly... I'm not bothered," Nathan said, his voice calm, almost nonchalant. "Raymond Locke is nothing more than another name on the long list of those who think they can defeat me." Bianca arched an eyebrow. “He’s confident, Nathan. I don't think we should take him lightly. Remember, he might be one of Darius’s crew." Nathan turned his chair slightly, his piercing gaze locking onto hers. “Confidence doesn’t win battles, Bianca. And if he turns out to be like Darius, he will end up like him." "Besides, he is forgetting something." Bianca tilted her head. “And what’s that?” Even though she had an idea of what Nathan wanted to say, she wanted to hear him say it. Nathan rose from his chair, his imposing frame commanding the room. He walked toward the window, his hands clasped behind his back as he looked out over the city below. “That I am the