The next morning, sunlight crept through Leon’s curtains, casting long shadows across the room. He sat at the edge of his bed, staring down at his hands. Clara had been dropped off safely at her apartment the night before, but the echoes of her sobs still lingered in his mind. The system had gone silent since then. Leon stood, slipping on a black t-shirt and jeans before heading toward the kitchen. The smell of fresh coffee filled the air. As he poured a cup, the system chimed. “Incoming call – private line.” Leon set down his cup. “Answer.” A familiar voice greeted him. It was his old friend, Mason. “Leon. It’s been a while,” Mason said, his tone cautious. “I know,” Leon replied. “What is it?” There was a brief pause. “It’s about the Aldridges". Leon’s grip tightened around the coffee mug. The Aldridges, his uncle’s family. The people who took everything from him. “What about them?” Mason’s voice lowered. “They’re digging into your past. Rumors are spreading. The

Leon sat in his tech shop, the lights dimmed low, and the soft hum of machines filled the air. His hands moved deftly over a circuit board, but his mind was elsewhere. The large screen on the wall flickered, and a notification appeared. "New Task: Partner with the enemies of Sofia Winter, Victor Aldridge, and the Winter family to dismantle their power." Leon leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing at the screen."So that’s how we play it," Leon whispered to himself. His hand hovered over the keyboard, typing swiftly as he began pulling files. Names and connections linked together on the screen, forming a spider web of alliances and rivalries.The system spoke softly. "The Winters and Aldridges have crossed many. Their enemies wait in the shadows, eager for a chance. Use this to your advantage."Leon smirked. "I thought you’d say that. Let’s see who hates them the most."He picked up his phone and dialed a number he hadn’t used in years. After a few rings, a voice answered. "Leon,

The meeting room in Leon’s tech shop buzzed with anticipation. A long, sleek table stretched across the center, surrounded by comfortable leather chairs. The walls were lined with monitors displaying various feeds and encrypted files. Leon stood at the head of the table, watching as each of his new allies filed in one by one. The weight of what they were about to do pressed heavily on his shoulders, but he masked it well behind his usual calm exterior. Evelyn Cross was the first to arrive. She strode in confidently, dressed in a crisp black suit that mirrored her no-nonsense attitude. Her sharp gaze swept the room as if assessing every detail. Damien Knox followed, his broad frame filling the doorway. He carried himself with the quiet strength of a man who had spent his life in the ring. Helena Drake entered next, balancing a tablet in one hand while her other fiddled with a stylus. Tobias Grant brought up the rear, his expression weary but determined. Leon greeted each of them with

The atmosphere in Leon’s home office was heavy with tension. After Mara’s warning about the system, Leon couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. The once-reliable voice of the system now seemed more like a manipulative whisper, always nudging him toward choices that served its hidden agenda.Leon sat at his desk, staring at the glowing interface of the system. The soft hum of its circuits filled the air, a constant reminder of its presence. He clenched his fists, his mind replaying Mara’s words.“The system isn’t on your side. It’s playing its own game.”Leon leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing. If what Mara said was true, then he needed to understand the full scope of what he was dealing with. But before he could dive deeper into his thoughts, the system chirped.“Leon, you have a visitor at the gate.”His eyes darted to the monitor. On the screen was Marcus Grey, one of the allies he had recently recruited. Marcus’s impatient stance and furrowed brow m

The day started quietly. Leon sipped his coffee in his kitchen, reviewing the documents for his upcoming business meeting in Paris. The system had strongly recommended this trip, claiming the investor he was meeting could be a key ally in his growing plans to take down the Winters. Leon didn’t need convincing; he was ready for expansion. After gathering his things, Leon called for a car to the airport. He was not going to tell anyone about the trip, not even Sophia as demanded by the system. The ride was smooth, and soon he was walking through the glass doors of the bustling terminal. His flight was scheduled for the evening, and