The scent of gasoline and exhaust filled the air as Leo Chen stepped off the bus and onto the crowded city sidewalk. Skyscrapers rose around him like watchful giants, familiar yet cold. It had been years since he’d walked these streets, but he felt no reminiscence, no tug of warmth. The city had changed, but so had he. Leo’s frame was now larger, sculpted with a strength that spoke volumes even in silence. The people around him instinctively gave him space, sensing an edge to him—a latent power veiled by his calm, measured steps.Leo scanned the skyline, his gaze steady as it fell on a familiar building towering in the distance. The Zhao Corporation Headquarters. A flash of memories surged through him, but he pushed them aside, unwilling to let the past steal his focus. He was here on a mission—one that went far beyond revenge.Years ago, he had been nothing more than a pawn in the Zhao family’s empire. They had seen him as a disposable asset, a man with strength but no mind, fit only

Leo worked quietly, his demeanor projecting the same incompetence and awkwardness of the Zhao family had always associated with him. Every task he undertook seemed to take twice as long as necessary, with an air of half-hearted incompetence that, on the surface, justified the family’s disdain. Yet, behind the mask of his bumbling exterior, Leo was setting a trap—a subtle, intricate web that would tighten with each passing day, pulling the Zhao family closer to ruin.Underneath the surface of his apparent clumsiness, Leo subtly sowed seeds of discord. In his interactions with the Zhao family members, he was always careful, nudging at buried insecurities and subtle rivalries. One day, he made an “innocent” remark to Elder Zhao about Yue’s recent blunder in handling an important negotiation. He framed it as if he’d overheard it from staff, feigning ignorance, but Elder Zhao’s pride took the bait. Moments like this were all he needed to chip away at their unity, a weakness that he knew wo

In the days that followed, Leo meticulously began to implement his strategy. Each action was carefully orchestrated, a quiet symphony of events that would slowly erode the Zhao family’s empire from within. It was the kind of game he excelled at—one where patience, precision, and the element of surprise would bring his enemies to their knees.Leo's approach was subtle. He continued to play the role of the Zhao family's foolish, simple son-in-law, a man whose brawn seemed to overshadow his intelligence. But every “mistake” he made was designed to expose cracks in the family’s facade. He leaked small bits of information that, to the untrained eye, seemed like slips of a fool, but to those with a keen sense of observation, like Amara, they were clues. Pieces of a puzzle that hinted at the family’s secrets and, at the same time, made the Zhao family appear as if they were losing control.At first, Leo’s movements were minor—misplacing critical documents, misinterpreting memos, or “accident

The Zhao family mansion was eerily quiet, a silence that had settled like dust after the whirlwind that Leo had unleashed. Amara wandered through the empty corridors, her mind racing. The decision before her loomed heavy—should she abandon the family she’d once pledged her loyalty to or join Leo in tearing down everything they had built?It had been days since the first public accusation against the Zhao empire, but the fallout was far from over. Her father, Elder Zhao, was barely holding onto his position. Accusations were piling up, not just in the press but from influential partners and former allies, each one distancing themselves from the family name to avoid the scandal’s stain. For Amara, each new revelation felt like a betrayal, a crack in the foundation of everything she’d once believed.Her footsteps led her to the study where she found Leo, seated behind her father’s desk with an air of quiet command. His gaze lifted as she entered, and for a brief moment, there was a gentl

Amara sat alone in her dimly lit room, the quiet of the night pressing in on her like a physical weight. She stared blankly at the documents scattered across her desk, papers detailing the Zhao family’s questionable dealings that she had uncovered over the past few days. Each line, each transaction, painted a picture of her family’s ruthless pursuit of power—one that had disregarded ethics, morals, and the very people they were supposed to uplift. And amidst it all stood her, the daughter torn between the legacy she was raised in and the painful reality that now haunted her.Her mind drifted back to the events of the evening. Leo’s words still echoed in her thoughts: “Stand with me and help build something that lasts, or hold on to a legacy that’s already lost.” There was a resolve in his voice, a conviction that she couldn’t ignore. It was no longer about vengeance or retribution for Leo; it was about redemption, for himself and for the empire he had once helped build, and then been