Elizabeth felt her cheeks flush, but she held his gaze, waiting for him to continue. “Tell me, how did you feel about the meeting? Did it go the way you wanted?” Elizabeth took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. “It did, but…in some ways, it was more than just a business trip for me,” she admitted, her voice steady. “I wanted to prove to you and to myself that I could handle this. That I could take on more responsibility, and do justice to the Kennedys name.” Her father was silent for a moment, he then uttered; “And you did, Elizabeth, I want you to know that I’m genuinely proud of what you’ve accomplished. Not just in Hong Kong, but in taking on this new direction with the business. It’s not easy, and I know that.” He paused, his gaze softening. “I’ve been thinking about the future of K Enterprises,” he continued. “About what it might look like under your leadership. You’ve shown me that you’re ready to take on more, and I think it’s time we start discussing a gradual t

***ONE YEAR LATER*** Logan Hudson Bentley was made the owner of Blue Net Group. The entire district and beyond were in attendance on that auspicious day. Everyone was surprised by such an announcement; they never for one minute thought that Logan Hudson, who was struggling to make ends meet back then, was actually the son of the most prominent man alive? It just didn't click well with some people. Troy Reece was devastated, he couldn't believe it, as this was someone he had done his hardest to bring down, only for him to find out that he was the son of such a powerful man. Lots of thoughts keeps on creeping up into his head; ‘Could he be the one that is responsible for my downfall? I'm sure he clearly said he would make me pay just look at me, see how low I have become, a lawyer now a cleaner and any other worthless job I can find, yet, I am still broke, feeding from hand to mouth. I can't seem to find a suitable job for myself. What do I do to become who I used to be? Should I

Earlier that evening, the bar was alive with energy as the lights dimmed and pulsed, the bass of the music was high and vibrating through the floor and into her chest as she moved with a practiced grace across the stage. She kept her movements smooth and controlled, her gaze fixed somewhere distant, beyond the lights, beyond the faces. For Bethany, dancing had become both routine and refuge. She didn't love the job, but it was a stepping stone, one that she held onto fiercely, this was the only hope she can get to rise back to the top. The money she earned here would cover her bills, and maybe even help her to pay for her daughter’s school fees and even make something more of herself. She repeated this to herself as she swayed her hips, letting the music flow through her, grounding her resolve. But tonight, something felt different. She noticed Pablo watching her from across the room, his sharp gaze was on her with interest. He was talking to two men seated at the bar, his smil

They then handed him an envelope and he turned to leave, his heart heavier than he could possibly comprehend. ‘This is what's best for all of us… I hope you grow up to be a beautiful woman and one day soon, we will meet. I hope you don't hate me then.’ He thought. As the door closed behind him, the sound of her laughter echoed in his ears, a haunting melody that would follow him wherever he went. He walked away, the weight of the money in his pocket feeling heavier than any burden he had ever carried. He didn’t look back. He couldn’t, how could he? A part of him still wanted to run back, to throw open the door, to scoop her up and take her home. But he didn’t have a home to offer her, not a real one, and he knew that. With each step, he reminded himself why he had done it. This was a chance for her safety, warmth, meals that wouldn’t leave her hungry, and a better future. All things he could never give her, no matter how much he wanted to. He walked aimlessly, in the streets

Garry was dumbfounded, he didn't expect that such a thing could ever happen. How in the world would the Blue Net Group fund the syndicate? He just couldn't fathom it. “I don't understand uncle, how are they the ones funding the syndicate? I thought that Jaguar's Den Syndicate was started by my father?” Garry asked in shock. “It wasn't, it was started out by both your dad, Mr Terrence Bentley and me. We were a team back in the day. I just spoke to him before coming here, he had no idea who killed him.” Nolen uttered. “No I don't believe it, he was holding this card uncle, clearly they must have had something to do with his demise, but if it's true that you all are close friends, why the hell didn't he come to his burial?” Garry retorted. “He did, you just didn't see him. The reason he didn't show his face was because you are trying so hard to kill him. He didn't want to cause ructions on his friend's burial. So he allowed you to bury him in peace.” Nolen uttered sternly. “I stil