Victor's eyes narrowed as he stared hard at the camera feed of the empty bed. Something was wrong, and it wasn't sitting right in his stomach. He knew that Charles had to be there, but all he could see was the wheelchair. Where was Charles?No time was being wasted as Victor sprang into an immediate upright stance, his movements curt and concise. He had to see this for himself. The hallway was quiet as he walked toward Charles's room; with every step, a burgeoning tension in his chest mounted.He came to the door, halted a moment, and listened for some noise inside. Nothing. Then he slowly opened the door, peering inside the dark room. It was precisely as the camera had depicted it—empty. The bed wasn't disturbed, the wheelchair in its normal position, but of Charles there was no sign.Victor's instincts took over. Something was not right, and he needed to find out what was happening. He started searching the room, first from the bed. He ran his hands under the mattress, checked the p
Morning sun filtered through the broken panes and cast an angry glare over the ruin. The mine was in shambles, debris everywhere, testament to the blast that had taken place. Clarke lay on cold, hard earth, his head pounding, his body weighed down by the exhaustion of the events of the night. He blinked, trying to clear off the fogginess in his brain, but the throbbing pain forbade him from focusing.The screeching of wheels on the floor yanked Clarke out of his fog. He swiveled his head slowly, his vision blurring at the edges, to see Charles wheel himself into the trashed room. His face was a mask of contained rage, his eyes narrowing as they drank in the view before him."What happened here, Clarke?" Charles's voice was cold and keen, every word weighted with barely restrained anger.Clarke struggled to sit up, his body protesting quite vehemently. His memory was a bit fuzzy, the night blurring back together in bits and pieces. He could recall Stephen-Stephen ordering him to let hi
Coming out of the prison gate, Ju Won's heart raced with feelings of relief mixed with anxiety. The air felt crisp and clean as he breathed in deeply, savoring this freedom he hadn't tasted in years. He squinted in bright sunlight-so starkly in contrast to the dim, claustrophobic cells he had grown so accustomed to. A tiny, unwilled smile tugged at his lips as he took in the trees, the open road ahead, and the absence of walls."Papa!" A voice familiar to his ears pierced the silence, halting him.He whirled suddenly, his gaze flicking around till his eyes landed on his daughter, Yuna, running toward him with an outstretched arm. The smile on his face grew wider as he found himself jogging toward her, meeting her halfway. Dropping to his knees, he pulled her into a tight hug.Yuna, are you all right? You're not hurt?" His voice was shaking with worry as he drew back to examine her face for traces of hurt.Yuna nodded, her eyes already brimming with tears of relief. "I'm fine, Papa. Bu
Marriane stood before the mirror, adjusting her collar in the tailored suit. The morning light streamed through the windows of her opulent bedroom in streaks of warm radiance against polished surfaces. She ran a hand through her sleek, dark hair, her thoughts already on the day ahead-the empire had been exacting of late, and she had no room for distraction."Mom, can I come with you today? School's on break," Ariane's voice sliced through her reverie and back into the real world.Turning to face her, Marriane found her daughter standing in the doorway, her eyes pleading. "Ariane, it is not a good day for you to come along. I have much to attend to.""Please, Mom. I promise I won't be in the way," Ariane begged, her tone low yet insistent.Marriane hesitated, and her mind was running through all the bad possible scenarios. She didn't like mixing work with her daughter, but something in Ariane's eyes made it hard to refuse. She nodded with a sigh, "Alright, but you have to stick close t
Victor stood in the hallway, Enoch right beside him, as they were deep in discussion; there was friction between them, a shared determination to get the empire back."We will get back the empire, and this is just but the beginning," Victor said in a low, cold voice.Enoch nodded, his eyes gleaming with doubt. "I hope so. We really can't afford to make any mistakes."Before Victor could reply, the door at the end of the hall creaked open. Both men turned and awaited Marriane, but instead, they received Charles rolling into the room in his wheelchair."Hope I'm not late, guys," he said with a weak smile playing on his mouth.Victor's face contorted in anger. "What is he doing here?" he growled under his breath.Charles wheeled closer, his face set and unreadable. "I've come for what's rightfully mine," he said, the grave weight of his words making Victor's and Enoch's heads snap to attention.Victor's eyes narrowed. "Which is?"Charles held a silent moment, letting tension build, befor
Standing, Stephen's breathing still came in ragged gasps, while the adrenaline from the near-death experience coursed through his veins. Marriane's eyes were wide with shock, her mouth slightly agape as she stared at him. Clarke, leaning heavily against the wall, his own blood seeping through his shirt, looked just about as astounded. The sight of Stephen standing, his chest wound miraculously healed, defied all reason.Enoch and Victor exchanged a look; both knew what just happened. The system—had saved Stephen's life.Stephen's gaze turned to the lifeless body of Charles lying on the ground. He had almost managed to take everything away from him. But now, as he looked up, he saw Ariane, his little daughter, standing in the doorway, trembling in her small frame, with wide eyes in fear and clutching onto Yuna's hand for life. Yuna's father stood protectively by their side, his face etched in silent gratitude, but the terror still could be told in his eyes.It was these people he had c
He didn't take his eyes off Marriane as his voice didn't even quiver. "Marriane, it doesn't have to be this way. There's still a way for you to get out of this. Please, just put the gun down."Marriane's grip tightened on the gun, and for a second, she wasn't listening at all. The knuckles had turned white, her face twisted with desperation. A small voice broke through the tension.Mom, please drop the gun," Ariane sobbed, shaking.Marianna gazed at her daughter, her stiff face shuddering. "Ariane, get out of here. This is not for you to see," she said with irritation and fear in her voice.But Ariane shook her head, her eyes running with water. "No, Mom, I won't go. Please, stop.Marriane's hands began to shake, and she heaved a sigh, her will crumbled. She couldn't do this in front of her daughter. The gun made its way down as her face filled with regret. Police, who had been waiting for just such an opportunity, moved quickly forward, removing the gun from her hand while handcuffs
A decade later, Victor stood with a much rounder man in the port of Shanghai, looking toward the docks at crates being loaded off the large ship. The air was heavy with the smell of saltwater and diesel, the hum of machinery in the air as Victor's sharp eyes scanned the activity around him.How many crates is that?" he asked; his voice showed steady, though a hint of suspicion was not absent in the tone.The man standing beside him-the one in the ill-fitting suit that strained against his bulk-wiped the sweat from his brow. "Twenty-five thousand crates, worth about thirty million dollars.Victor grumbled, while he was not happy. "It is not about the money," he said to me, eyes fixed on the workers. "I just hope it's not like last time. I was short by nearly five thousand crates. That kind of mistake just cannot happen again.The man laughed but his face fell serious. "I still do not understand how that happened. We checked the numbers. Everything was right on paper."Yeah, well, it's