Dom began to explain, “After Mr. Xanta’s death, the position of head of the family remained vacant. During his lifetime, he had never named an heir to the family, so his wife—Madam Vioga Ode—temporarily assumed leadership of the family. However, it didn’t last long.” “Before her death, Madam Vioga declared in her will that the next head of the Xanta family would be Biella.” Jacky raised an eyebrow. “Why Biella? Isn’t the heir usually the eldest son or a male descendant?” “True,” Dom nodded. “However, in this case, Madam Vioga didn’t see any leadership potential in her three sons—Hammo, Galio, and Carrez. Moreover, the three of them have a terrible reputation.” “The public has long rumored them to be men who indulge in same-sex relationships, which is still taboo and illegal in Venua. Additionally, there is evidence suggesting their involvement in satanic rituals.” Zander slightly raised his head, his sharp eyes focusing intently. “Is that just a rumor, or is there concrete e
The Next Day, at Net TV Headquarter... Darren strode confidently through the main entrance of the Net TV building. His tailored blue suit fit him perfectly, and his dark sunglasses added an air of authority to his presence. He paused briefly, scanning the room with a satisfied smile. However, that smile quickly turned into a smirk when he spotted a familiar figure. Zander, dressed in a gray janitor’s uniform, was mopping the floor near the entrance. His movements were steady and unhurried, seemingly indifferent to the glances from passersby. Darren approached him, dramatically removing his sunglasses, and let out a small laugh. "HAHA! So," Darren said mockingly, "after seven years in the military, you’re back here… as a janitor? How pathetic!" Zander stopped his work for a moment, meeting Darren’s gaze with a blank expression before giving him a polite nod. There was no anger, no retaliation. Darren leaned in closer, his voice dropping but still dripping with disdain. "Yo
Meanwhile, on social media, Biella Xanta’s name had once again become a hot topic. Internet users recognized her as a famous beauty influencer with over one billion followers before she vanished from the digital world two years ago. "Where is Biella Xanta? Why did she disappear so suddenly?" wrote one social media user. "She was such an inspiration to young women like me. I hope she's doing okay," wrote another. Biella was also remembered as a brilliant and accomplished young woman. Three years ago, the official Venua magazine named her the most influential young woman in her country. Her achievements in business and her efforts to inspire young women to pursue higher education were widely discussed topics. However, for the past two years, all of Biella's social media accounts had been inactive. There was no official announcement about her departure, and since then, her name had nearly disappeared from the news.*** At the Xanta Family Mansion... The grand hall of the Xanta f
Huros stood with a confident posture, his muscular frame casting a massive shadow under the streetlight. Every inch of his body showed the perfection of a man sculpted by two decades of experience as an elite soldier and martial arts trainer. His gaze was cold, radiating an unwavering belief in his own victory. He clapped his hands slowly, as if giving Zander a moment to prepare. “You know,” Huros began in a calm yet sharp tone, “I’m not just some street brawler. Twenty years in the military, internationally certified, and recognized as one of the top five fighters in the world—those aren’t titles you earn by luck.” Zander stared at him without emotion, his body relaxed yet ready, poised in a defensive stance. Huros smirked and lunged forward with incredible speed for a man of his size. His fist sliced through the air, aiming straight for Zander’s jaw. Zander tilted his head slightly, dodging the attack with minimal, efficient movement. In retaliation, Zander delivered a low kic
Zander pressed his foot harder against Huros's chest, causing the large man to grimace in pain. Zander's eyes remained sharp, his voice low but intimidating. "Who sent you?" he asked coldly. Huros stayed silent, trying to endure the pain. However, his breaths grew shorter, and blood began to drip from the corner of his mouth. "I’ll ask you one more time," Zander said, pressing his foot down even harder on Huros's chest. "Speak, or I’ll send you to hell right now." Huros groaned in pain, his hands clutching Zander's leg as if trying to push it off, but his strength was clearly insufficient. Finally, in a halting voice, he spoke. "D-Darren Xanta... he sent me." Zander loosened his pressure slightly but kept his position. "Why?" Huros weakly nodded. "He said you... are a threat to him that must... be eliminated." Zander stared at him for a few seconds, ensuring Huros wasn’t hiding anything. Then, he lifted his foot from the man's chest but remained standing close. "Go t
However, attention quickly shifted when one of the guests, a young woman known as a social activist, stood up and spoke. "Mr. Dom, I just want to thank you for your continued support for our orphanage," she said loudly, enough for everyone to hear. "Without you, many children would not receive a proper education." Dom turned toward her and smiled sincerely. "Thank you for your hard work. I’m just contributing a little; the real effort comes from you and your team." Hammo appeared uncomfortable, feeling that this moment was stealing his spotlight. He tried to add something. "I also believe that the education of children is the future of Venua. If I am elected governor, it will be my top priority." However, Dom simply nodded without offering further response. Dom walked to the back room, leaving the bustle of the hall. There, he met Reina, his loyal business advisor. The professionally dressed woman was examining the tablet in her hands, analyzing media reports and public op
Zander knew that Dom would be shocked by his command, and he didn’t give Dom any time to ask further questions. "I know this will surprise you. But I want you to openly support Hammo Xanta," he said calmly. Dom remained silent, trying to process what he had just heard. However, Zander continued without giving him a chance to respond. "Don’t worry, I have clear reasons," his voice remained low and firm. "If you support him, the media will immediately respond. They will start discussing your relationship with Hammo, and that will damage his reputation even further." He spoke again, more seriously, "You know, the media today can destroy someone just with the news they spread." "With your position as the owner of Net TV, you have the power to make Hammo more publicly known," Zander continued. On the other hand, Dom could feel the tension rising. He knew exactly that Zander wasn’t speaking without reason. Zander continued, his voice growing colder, "In today’s world, to destro
Darren staggered into the house, his face flushed red as he struggled to endure the pain radiating from his broken left arm. He screamed hysterically, "AAAHHH! DAMN IT! YOU’RE DEAD, ZANDER!" His shout shattered the night’s silence, prompting every Xanta family servant to rush out from their corners of the mansion. “Young Master Darren...What happened?!” one of the servants asked, approaching in panic. “Doctor!” Darren groaned, clutching his limp left arm. “Call the family doctor! NOW!” Without waiting for further orders, a servant sprinted toward the phone, while others carefully guided Darren to the living room to sit down. His face was drenched in cold sweat, and even the slightest movement drew louder curses. “DAMN YOU, ZANDER!” Darren roared again, his voice cracking with rage. “I swear to God, I’ll get my revenge. I’ll destroy him until there’s nothing left!” The doctor arrived a few minutes later, carrying a medical bag and plaster cast supplies. After a quick exam