"You didn't want to tell her you're the Big Boss?" Yuri asked as Moses boarded a private jet that was set to leave GreenFalls city. "No, I would rather she don't know it was me," Moses said settling down on one of the plush seats. "When next we meet, I would like to see the surprise on her face."Yuri sat down opposite him. "How did you know she was an exceptional cook?"Moses shrugged. "To be honest, I had no idea she was that good. When she gave me a ride in that her truck, she told me a lot of things, like how she would like the world to have a taste of her cooking."Moses paused as a warm smile lit up his face. "When I hosted that contest, I planned to reject all those other chefs food just so I can score her the winner. I wasn't expecting much from her but I was shocked at how amazingly godly her meal Was."Yuri's face softened with relief. "I'm so glad you are safe, master. When I heard about your plane crash, I nearly killed myself."Moses stiffened in shock. "What do you mea

Barnabas’s face turned paled as he looked over his brutalized generals. This wasn’t a random act of violence; it was a calculated humiliation, a warning message sent to him alone.As his guards pulled the raft ashore and untied the beaten men, Barnabas clenched his fists. The sight of his leaders—men he had counted on to inspire fear and loyalty—brought a cold dread seeping into his heart. They had been turned into symbols of helplessness and shame.In silence, he watched his men struggle to stand, their strength barely holding them upright. That was when Barnabas realized with growing unease that this was an assault on his power and his image. The Black Foot Clan had made his own generals into a message—one that would spread through the ranks like wildfire.Barnabas felt a bitter chill wrap around him. His iron grip on his army had started to crack. If his generals could be degraded and left for dead so easily, it wouldn’t be long before his soldiers questioned his authority.

After Lord barnabas downfall, Moses relaxed. No one, aside Westminster and the Twelve cities military knew Moses was responsible for Lord Barnabas public humiliation. Moses show of strength and power caused the government House to be afraid of him. How this man whom was a penniless loser grew to became the most powerful man in the Twelve cities remained a mystery. Moses achievement was a wonder. He was mayor of three Cities, his family owned the fastest growing bank business in the country and he was also agent to the Big Boss. Still, in the eyes of the ordinary man, the Doberman clan were still nowhere close to the Top elite families of the twelve cities. The Elite families of the twelve cities used to be the Doberman Clan, the Jetsons, the White Family and the Hunter family. However, since the downfall of the Doberman's clan four years ago, the current elite families were the White Family, The Jetsons and the Hunter family. Because the Doberman clan refuse to take credit for

Declan white was startled. "Wait, let's backtrack a little. You are wagering your family's bank on the line over a stupid game?"Moses smile remained fixed on his face. "It's not a stupid game. It's a test of our capacity as the top elite families of the Twelve cities."He continued after a short pause. "The umbrella international bank is estimated at $200 million in the last couple of month and still growing. The bank is all yours if I fail to make you all grovel. Isn't that a juicy wager?"The three families exchanges looks. They were intrigued by Moses confidence and audacity. "Indeed the rumours I've heard about you are true," Clarissa Hunter said, turning her drink slowly. "You're not the same Penniless son-in-law anymore."Moses cocked his head. "I evolved. It would be a shame if I remained the same pathetic loser, you all used to know.""Doesn't matter if you evolved or not," Daniel Jetsons sneered. "You're still a loser to me."Moses spread his arms. "Then let's prove the con

Westminster was alarmed when he received a call from the Doberman that Moses wanted him at the White family's mansion. He practically raced out of his bed and hopped into the presidential car. With a voice he didn't recognize was his own, Westminster urged his driver to go as fast as he possibly can to the White family's mansion. Sweat beads ran down Westminster's face as he was rushed through the highway. Westminster was scared of the Doberman clan. He was mostly scared of Moses. That man has the command of the Niklauria army, he disgraced general Harrington, defeated Lord Barnabas and made him dance the dance of shame. Moses was a ticking time bomb. It would be careless of Westminster to offend him. No matter how anyone chose to look at it, Moses was the most powerful man in the Twelve cities. In ten minutes, Westminster arrived at the front gates of the White family. Taking a deep breath, he ran into the big mansion. The moment president Westminster strode into the large