“Impossible. You can’t be! We cannot have a new boss. Sir Harold died many years ago, and his son, the heir, was never found. How did you even get into this…” Carl’s words got caught up in his throat as he saw Serena walk in, two guards trailing behind her. Instantly, all twelve men stood up with a unanimous “Greetings, Miss Serena!” Serena walked gently, her tablet still tucked under her arm, her heels clicking softly on the carpet, each step steady, like she was walking through a garden instead of a den of snakes. Her face was calm, her eyes sharp, scanning the room like a hawk, taking in every sweaty forehead, every shaky hand, every wide-eyed stare. The twelve men stood stiff, their chairs pushed back, their voices still echoing from their greeting, but the air in the boardroom was thick, heavy with fear, the kind of fear that makes your knees weak and your mouth dry. Gary stood at the head of the table, his black suit sharp as a blade, his hands in his pockets, his eyes bur

Serena stepped forward, her tablet still in hand, her face calm but her eyes glinting with a quiet fury, her voice steady, cutting through the chaos. “Master Wang,” she said, her words soft but firm, her fingers tapping fast, pulling up more files, more proof of their crimes. “The cops are outside. They’ve got the evidence—bank records, bunker logs, witness statements from the kids. They’re ready to take them in.” Gary nodded, his jaw tight, his eyes still burning, his voice low, dangerous, like a storm about to break. “Good,” he said, his words heavy, each one a nail in their coffin. “But that’s not enough. Prison’s too good for these dogs. They need to feel it—really feel it—for the rest of their miserable lives.” He turned back to the men, his hands clenching, his voice dropping to a growl, his eyes dark, unblinking like a predator staring down its prey. “Here’s what’s gonna happen,” he said, his words slow, deliberate, each one a promise of pain. “You’re all fired—right now.

“My dear son-in-law has returned,” Madam Ann announced. She switched off the TV with a quick jab of the remote. Her voice tried to sound warm, but it cracked at the edges, her coffee-stained robe still clinging to her. Kage had already seen the news on his phone in the car and heard the newscaster’s voice echoing in his head. The Wang Empire. A new heir. Blackgold. Child slavery. Mass arrests. He couldn’t wrap his mind around it. Who was this man? How did he come back from the dead? And why now? “Tell me, Kage, did you… did you get the…” Madam Ann’s voice trailed off, her hands twisting together, her eyes searching his face for hope, for something to pull them out of the mess they were in. But she already knew the answer. She could see it in the way Kage stood, the way his eyes wouldn’t meet hers, the way his hands stayed buried in his pockets. Kage shook his head, slow, his voice low, rough, like he’d been yelling for hours. “No.” He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing, his gaze f

Gary walked majestically through the living room, clutching the papers in his hands. “There won’t be any need to sneak in. You are invited. I made sure of it.” His words hung in the air. They were not connecting to the listeners. All their focus was stolen by the file which he slapped on the glass table in the middle of the congregation. They wanted to believe, fantasized and wished that the file was actually the signed document from the Sun Group. But they knew that was not possible. It was far from possible. “Who gave you the right to walk into this conversation with some newspapers, loser? Are those your grandmother’s medical bills? I thought she was dead.” Donald said, trying to crack a joke, but Gary wasn’t smiling. He turned to Madam Ann. “And how the heck are you not hurt? You are supposed to be in prison receiving the beatings of your life. What is this?” Williams added. Kage was shocked as well. Gary kept doing some stranger things. “It doesn’t matter. I am out of prison

“Well, mother,” he began. “It seems everyone has forgotten, but I understand. I will remind you. We had a deal. I have done my part. Now, it is time to do yours. First of all, Enrique has to go on his knees as said and call me sir, five times. Then, we drive to Times Square, and he strips naked and screams the very words he said, ‘Gary is my master, and I am his slave! Then, as promised, I will be made CEO of your company, and lastly, my grandmother’s hospital bills will be paid.” Madam Ann’s legs shook again. She had made foolish promises and stupid deals. “Oh dear, Gary, of course you will be made CEO of my company as agreed. But as a reward for your bravery, I will announce you as CEO during the big event. I mean, Wang is your surname too, what a coincidence, right? And as for your grandmother, yes, Gary. I will process the check immediately after the inauguration, okay?” Gary smiled within. “And Enrique?” “No, no… no, mom, don’t look at me that way. There is no fucking way I