A week after the dinner with the Big boss, Mayor Benson resigned with Moses Doberman stepping in as the new Mayor of Red light district. The mayor's of Kensington and Golden bridge didn't see this coming. The man they all wanted to stop was now Mayor of the Redlight district. When they tried to confront Mayor Benson about this unexpected turn of event, Benson was unreachable. He had boarded the first flight abroad and left the Twelve cities. Mayor Caldwell of Golden Bridge and Mayor Tran of Kensington were furious when they heard the news. With Moses being Mayor of Redlight district, he would have no restrictions to build as many affordable houses as he desires. This move was a direct threat to the two mayor's ambitions but there was nothing they could do about it. In just a few days, Moses lifted the restrictions on his building projects in the Red Light District. He flooded the area with construction crews, materials, and resources. Within weeks, his affordable housing uni

Moses woke up feeling light headed. Glancing around him, he found himself in what seemed like a wilderness, surrounded by thick underbrush and towering trees. For a moment, he stared around this habitat, confused. "Wait a minute, where the hell I'm I? How the hell did I end up here?" He asked himself. Moses tried to piece together the last thing he remembered, but his mind was blank.Even his own identity was lost to him, like a distant memory he couldn’t quite reach. Suddenly, Moses panicked. Could he have lost his memory? There's no way. He couldn't remember anything. Struggling to his feet, Moses realized he was in the middle of a private plane wreckage. The remains of the plane lay in a twisted wreck behind him, metal shards and pieces of luggage scattered all over the place. His heart racing, Moses stumbled over to it, his vision swimming and the pounding in his head intensifying. Blood trickled from a gash just above his right eyebrow, but it seemed to be the only injur

Sandra exhaled shakily, turning to Moses. “I’m… I’m so sorry you had to see that. She’s always like this.”Moses shook his head, his expression softening. “You don’t have to apologize, Sandra. You deserve better than this.”Sandra smiled, but it was forced. “Thank you, Moses. But I’m afraid you can't stay here anymore. You don't know how powerful the Saint House is like. If you cause any further trouble, they might kill you.”Moses wanted to help this woman. He felt a strong urge to destroy anyone who hurt her and give her the justice which she deserves. If only he could find a way to do that. Sandra hurriedly pulled out some Changes in her pocket. "It's all I have left for now. I'm sorry it isn't much. Take it. You can find somewhere to spend the night at least. There's a cheap Inn not further away from here."Moses collected the coins. The coins bore the Iron House, the Unicron House and the Saint House names and symbols. Indeed these people must be powerful if this city uses th

The clock struck eight, and an air of excitement and tension thickened in The Saint’s Plate. Everyone was on edge, making last-minute adjustments, re-polishing the silverware, straightening the crisp, white table linens, and whispering hurried instructions. Holman Saint himself paced near the entrance, casting a wary glance over his chefs.Everything was set and ready. It was time to welcome their guests. News about the Big Boss visit to the Saint's Plate had made rounds across the city. The Big Boss had personally invited both the Iron house and the Unicron House to attend the event. It was decided the winner of the contest would be decided by the Big boss and the other two Ruling houses. This way, there would be no partiality. At exactly eight-fifteen, all the important guests started arriving. Celebrities, elite families and groups moved into the entrance of the Saint's Plate. Then the two ruling houses arrived. The Iron House, the Unicron House and the Saint House were al

Outside the bustling kitchen, Sandra stood silently, listening to Holman’s booming words. Each line of his anger made her realize how grave the situation was inside.She could feel the pressure weighing down on the Saint House chefs. They’d been the pride of this place for years, celebrated and honored as culinary artists, yet tonight, the Big Boss was reducing their finest to dust. A pang of sadness filled her as she listened to their desperate attempts to regain their family’s honor.Sandra’s gaze drifted down to her hands, hands that can bring even the most hardened souls to tears with a single taste. Her late husband and her son were the only people in the world who had tasted her food made with her “Gifted Hands.” She could still picture the tears, the pride in his eyes whenever he ate her food. The reason why her brother-in-laws killed her husband was simple. He wanted to make Sandra the head of the Saint House. Now, he was gone, and his family were on the brink of humil