The boardroom buzzed with tension, a low hum of murmurs rippling through the crowd of executives seated at the sleek glass table. At the head of it all, Henry leaned back in his chair, his sharp, tailored suit immaculate despite the war brewing in the room. He exuded a quiet, dangerous confidence, his gaze cutting across the room like a blade.“Mr. Knight,” began Richard, one of the senior board members. His tone was a calculated mix of arrogance and politeness. “This… proposal of yours—buying out LuxCorp at a premium—feels reckless. Their stock is plummeting. They’re dead weight.”Henry smirked, his fingers drumming rhythmically on the table. The sound was subtle yet commanding, silencing the murmurs.“You think LuxCorp is dead weight, Richard?” he asked, his voice cool and deliberate. “That’s because you lack vision. It’s not their present value that matters. It’s what they can become.”A snide laugh came from another corner of the table. Victoria, the CFO, leaned forward, her manic

Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Four Jasmine burst into the living room, her face glowing with excitement. “Henry! You won’t believe it!” she exclaimed, holding her tablet tightly. Her voice was high-pitched with joy, and her steps were quick and bouncy as she moved closer to him. Henry looked up from the newspaper he was pretending to read, setting it down on the coffee table. “What’s got you so excited?” he asked, already smiling because her enthusiasm was contagious. “I have a meeting with the HEXAGON CONSORTIUM!” she practically screamed, flinging her arms into the air. Henry blinked. “The trillion-dollar HEXAGON CONSORTIUM? The one everyone talks about on the news?” “Yes, that one!” Jasmine nodded eagerly. “They’re considering partnering with me on my project, and I need to make the best impression.” She paused, catching her breath. “But Henry, I don’t want to be distracted on the way. Can you drive me there? Please?” He hesitated for only a fraction of a second. He had

Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Six Anastasia was called into the HR office late in the afternoon. She walked in, her head still held high despite the morning’s humiliation. The HR manager, a calm and professional woman named Mrs. Lawson, greeted her with a polite smile.“Miss Anastasia, please have a seat,” Mrs. Lawson began, gesturing to the chair across her desk. Anastasia sat down, crossing her legs and waiting for whatever this meeting was about. “We’ve reviewed your performance and discussed your contributions to the company,” Mrs. Lawson said, her voice measured. “The management has decided to assign you a new role.” “A new role?” Anastasia raised an eyebrow. “Yes,” Mrs. Lawson confirmed, sliding a paper across the desk. “You will now be the supervisor of the engineering fieldwork team. This means you’ll be responsible for overseeing multiple on-site projects. It’s a challenging role but comes with a significant allowance increase.” Anastasia’s eyes scanned the paper.

Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Eight Anastasia stormed out of the restaurant, her heels striking the pavement like tiny hammers. She spun around, her chest heaving with anger, and faced Jasper, who strolled after her with that infuriating smug grin on his face. “You’re completely insane, Jasper!” she shouted, jabbing a finger at him. “You smashed a bottle on that man’s head! What were you thinking?” Jasper shrugged, wiping at the dried blood near his lips with the back of his hand. “Relax, Ana. Did you see how fast he ran off? He was terrified of me. That’s what happens when you mess with a guy like me.” “Terrified? No! You assaulted him, you idiot!” she snapped, her voice trembling with rage. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? He disappeared, Jasper. There was blood everywhere!” “Good. That’s what he gets for disrespecting me,” Jasper said with a wave of his hand, as though that justified his actions. “Nobody interrupts my date and walks away without learning a lesson.”

Chapter One Hundred And Thirty Anastasia sat on the cold pavement, clutching her knees to her chest. Her entire body was trembling, her mind still reeling from what had just happened. She barely noticed when the familiar sound of tires screeched to a halt nearby. Two black SUVs pulled up, and her bodyguards poured out, guns drawn and faces grim.“Miss Anastasia!” one of them shouted, rushing to her side. “Are you alright?” She looked up at them, her vision blurry with tears. “Where were you?” she asked, her voice hoarse and broken. “We were delayed by traffic,” another bodyguard said, his tone apologetic. “We came as fast as we could.” Before she could respond, the distant sound of sirens grew louder. A police car arrived, its lights flashing red and blue, illuminating the bloodstained pavement and the scattered bodies of her attackers. “Get her to the hospital immediately,” the lead officer barked, taking in the scene. “We’ll secure the area.” One of her bodyguards lifted