Zander stepped out of the nursing home with a cold expression, followed closely by Jacky, who still looked anxious. They headed straight for the car—a hypercar with a sleek black finish, a modified Bugatti La Voiture Noire. The car was reinforced with lightweight armor and equipped with military-grade security systems. Its sharp LED headlights cast an aura that was both elegant and menacing. Without waiting for Jacky, Zander opened the driver’s side door. “Young Master, I should drive,” Jacky pleaded, standing near the passenger door. “No,” Zander replied curtly as he got into the car. His gaze left no room for argument. Reluctantly, Jacky climbed into the passenger seat, fastening his seatbelt with stiff motions. “But if anything happens—” “Just silence and let me handle it,” Zander interrupted. The engine purred to life, smooth yet powerful, as Zander pressed the gas pedal. They drove out of the nursing home complex at a moderate pace. Zander’s sharp eyes flic

Suddenly, the headlights of the two Hummers parked behind them went out, and the forest was instantly plunged into darkness. They were startled, exchanging glances, wondering who had turned off the lights of their vehicles. There was no sound of an engine, just the soft rustling of wind among the trees. Maxi furrowed his brow. "Who did that?" he muttered, his voice a mix of confusion and anger. However, he refused to let fear cloud his judgment. "Stay alert!" he ordered firmly, then gave commands to his men. "Point your guns! Shoot Zander the moment you see him!" The men nodded, though fear was starting to grip them. Everyone knew this night could end badly, but retreat was not an option. The thick, suffocating darkness of the forest seemed to swallow them whole. They couldn’t see a thing! Maxi quickly turned on his handheld flashlight, but the light only illuminated a few meters around them. Every moving shadow beyond the light’s reach only intensified the tens

Hammo smiled cynically, his eyes showing a sharp indifference. "Biella?" he said, waving his hand as if swatting away a fly. "I don't really care about that girl. She’s not a threat to my career." "Zander didn’t kidnap her to attack me politically; he did it because he's interested in her. He probably just wants to keep her as a pet." Voss watched Hammo closely but said nothing. Hammo continued, "After Zander is dead, I'll search for Biella at his house, if she’s still alive. And of course, I’ll kill her." Hammo leaned back in his chair, then let out a short sigh before speaking in a cold tone, "Biella should never have been alive in the first place." "Galio and I had planned that for a long time. We sent her to the nursing home hoping she’d die there. But she’s too stubborn." "In fact, even when Galio injected hormones to accelerate her death, the girl still survived." Voss twirled his wine glass in his hand. Hammo smiled confidently as he shared the latest news wi

Maxi’s death, the top graduate of Corn V Academy, had shaken their entire network.Corn V Academy was one of the underground business operations controlled by Voss.Officially, the academy was registered as a private military training institution, training elite soldiers for various nations.However, beneath that façade, it served as a training ground for assassins under the command of certain criminal organizations.The academy boasted facilities equivalent to those of world-class military training camps.Towering walls with tight security surrounded the complex, while an advanced surveillance system ensured that no one could enter or leave without authorization.The recruits came from various backgrounds, ranging from kidnapped orphans to mercenaries seeking to enhance their skills.The training in this academy was brutal and merciless.Those who failed would never leave the place alive. Its curriculum covered various assassination techniques, infiltration, sabotage, and evasion.St

A staff member accompanying them quickly snapped Nora out of her thoughts. "Ms. Nora, please follow me. We need to get you ready for the show." Nora jolted slightly and forced a small smile. "Of course," she said while glancing at Zander one last time. The man remained unaware of the attention directed at him. Zander was solely focused on sweeping the floor, unaffected by his surroundings. With a heavy heart, Nora followed Darren and the staff into the VIP waiting room. However, her mind kept drifting back to Zander. She tried to stay composed. Darren was busy discussing the show’s script with his management team. Hammo had warned Darren not to make a single mistake. The Xanta Family’s popularity and Hammo’s chances of winning the gubernatorial election depended on the flawless image they presented today. But Nora was barely listening. Her mind was filled with nothing but Zander’s face. On the Talk Show Stage The show started with great enthusiasm. The host gre