Elijah quickly tidied up his home in preparation for Sierra’s visit. He arranged the living room neatly, adjusted a few throw pillows, and ensured everything was spotless. Afterward, he brushed his teeth, took a refreshing shower, and dressed in a casual but stylish outfit—a light button-down shirt paired with well-fitted trousers. Feeling ready, he settled in the hall, reviewing the company's analytics on his laptop. Soon, the sound of the doorbell rang, accompanied by a small notification on his phone showing the live feed from his security camera. Sierra’s face appeared on the screen, her soft smile brightening his day. Elijah smiled and got up, pressing the control to open the big gate automatically. He walked over to the main door and opened it just as Sierra approached. She stood there looking radiant, dressed in a simple yet elegant outfit—a white tucked-in blouse paired with high-waisted denim jeans that flattered her figure. Her hair was styled loosely, falling over her shou

“Young master,” Isla’s voice came through briskly. “I just wanted to inform you that I’ve released the news about the party and the singer selection process. It’s already live across all platforms.”Elijah nodded subtly, keeping his voice low. “Alright, thanks for the update,” he said, deliberately keeping the conversation short.“Of course, sir. Let me know if you need anything else,” Isla replied.“Will do,” Elijah said before quickly hanging up, not wanting to delve deeper into the topic with Sierra sitting across from him. He placed the phone back on the table and leaned back in his chair, masking any trace of the conversation with a relaxed smile.Sierra, still engaged in her phone conversation, barely noticed, only glancing up briefly before returning to her messages. Elijah smirked lightly to himself, satisfied that she hadn’t picked up on anything unusual.As Sierra was engrossed in her conversation, FlibbityBoo sent another message:“Alright, I won’t keep you too long. We’ll

Celestine raised an eyebrow, her professional demeanor never faltering. “I’ve seen the headlines,” she replied. “The $1 million donation to orphanages and the singing contest. It’s all over the news.”Marcellus nodded, slipping his sunglasses down slightly to look at her more directly. “They’re creating quite the buzz. A move like this—it’s bold and strategic. Not just philanthropy, but branding. Dominion is positioning itself as a leader with values, and it’s working.”Celestine tilted her head, considering his words. “It’s smart,” she admitted. “They’re gaining public favor while keeping their name at the forefront. People are eating it up.”Marcellus smiled faintly, his gaze thoughtful. “It’s a tactic we could learn from. The public loves a story, Celestine—something to inspire them. Keep that in mind as you handle things while I’m away.”“I will,” she said confidently, her tone calm yet resolute. “But Dominion’s move has raised the bar for all of us. If they keep this up, they’ll

Daniel shuffled into the washroom, his steps sluggish as he fought off the remnants of sleep. The cool tiles under his feet jolted him awake slightly as he turned on the faucet. Splashing cold water onto his face, he let out a low groan, the refreshing sensation helping him shake off his grogginess. He grabbed a towel, patting his face dry before reaching for his toothbrush.After brushing his teeth and rinsing his mouth thoroughly, he stared at himself in the mirror for a moment. His reflection looked as tired as he felt, but there was no time to dwell on it. Tossing the towel onto the counter, he exited the washroom.He made his way out of his bedroom and down the hallway. As he descended the staircase, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted from the kitchen, but he ignored it, heading straight to the parlor.As Daniel entered the parlor, he saw his father, Lawrence Everhart, sitting on one of the elegant sofas, a cup of coffee in hand. Standing beside him was the family chef, ho

As Sierra sat fuming, her phone buzzed again, its screen lighting up with Daniel’s name. She frowned deeply, holding the phone up for Elijah to see. “He’s calling again,” she said, her voice laced with frustration.Elijah’s eyes narrowed, his irritation clear. “Hand me the phone,” he said firmly, extending his hand.Sierra hesitated for only a moment before nodding and passing the phone to him. “Go ahead,” she said, leaning back and crossing her arms, waiting to see how Elijah would handle it.Elijah answered the call, his tone calm but deadly. “Hello.”Immediately, Daniel’s voice came through, loud and insistent. “Sierra, you need to—”“Look, Daniel,” Elijah cut him off sharply, his voice dripping with authority. “If you need money, go to TikTok’s office and demand your money from them. Don’t disturb her again with this nonsense.”Daniel stammered on the other end, caught off guard by the interruption. “I—”“I feel like smacking you at this moment,” Elijah continued coldly, his tone