30 Minutes Later, Joseph’s Phone Rang. Gawali’s name appeared on the screen. Joseph promptly answered the call. “Young Master Joseph, I’ve found him,” Gawali’s voice was calm but firm, indicating he carried important information. Joseph straightened in his seat. “Good. Tell me.” Gawali exhaled briefly before continuing. “Magno Gon is one of the sons of the Gon family, one of the most influential business dynasties in Japant. Their primary businesses are in technology, nuclear energy, and automotive sectors. One of their flagship companies is Gon Gold Japant.” Joseph’s brow furrowed, his heartbeat quickening. He knew that company’s reputation extended beyond legitimate industry, often touching the gray zones of illegal business operations. “And Magno? What’s his role in the family?” Joseph asked, his tone turning more serious. “This is where it gets interesting,” Gawali replied, piecing together the puzzle. “Magno is the youngest son... and a troubled one. Unlike his two
Danny knelt before Joseph, his hands trembling, and tears streamed down his cheeks. His thin body shivered, reflecting an indescribable fear. “I... I beg you...” Danny's voice was hoarse and shaky. “I’ll do anything... anything you ask, just don’t kill me.” He looked at Joseph with pleading eyes. “I swear I’ll serve you for life. I promise I’ll stay loyal to you.” Joseph stared at the man without emotion, his gaze sharp and cold, like a knife ready to strike. “Loyal?” Joseph asked in a low, chilling tone. “Loyal means nothing if you can’t tell me where Magno is.” Danny nodded rapidly, his breath hitching. “I can! I can! I’ll make sure he’s still in Japant.” Joseph gave a faint, intimidating grin. “Good. But you need to prove it without letting him know you’re under my control.” Joseph glanced at Jacky and instructed, “Help him get his phone.” Jacky reached into Danny’s pocket, pulled out the phone, searched for Magno's contact, and held the phone to Danny’s ear. “Speak
Magno sat back in his chair, exhaling smoke casually, as if nothing was wrong. "Yeah. Welcome to Japant, Joseph," he said with an arrogant smile. "It seems you worked very hard tonight just to find me." Joseph, still standing in front of him, stared at Magno with a cold, meaningful smile. Then, calmly, he pulled out a chair and sat directly across from him. Their gazes locked. Lighting a cigarette, Joseph spoke in a low tone, "You surely know why I worked so hard to find you tonight." Magno chuckled, his mocking tone evident. "Of course, I know. But you've ruined my party. HAHA." He took a deep drag from his cigarette, then continued with a satisfied laugh. "Do you know how exhausting it was to destroy your lab? I wanted to celebrate with a little fun, but now you've come to spoil it." Joseph gave a cynical smile, his lips curling, but his cold eyes showed no mercy. "Wasn't your exhaustion worth it for what you got?" he said. "The secret formula for creating the climate contro
One Hour Later, at the Gon Family Residence, Japant. A light drizzle pattered on the roof of the Gon family’s house, adding a gloomy touch to the night. The large teakwood door swung open with a loud bang, and Magno stormed in, his footsteps urgent and heavy. His face was flushed red, brows furrowed sharply, and his gleaming eyes radiated anger that seemed to suffocate him. “DADDY!” he shouted, his voice booming and echoing through the spacious hall. At the far end of the corridor, an elderly man with a cold, authoritative expression appeared. It was Mr. Gon, head of the Gon family, one of the most respected families in Japant. Dressed in a thick robe and exuding arrogance, he approached slowly, his piercing gaze seeming to strip anyone bare who dared defy him. “What is it, Magno? You’ve arrived like a storm,” Mr. Gon said emotionlessly, though his voice carried an intimidating weight. Panting, Magno hurried toward his father. “My lab in Leeds was destroyed, Daddy! All the
In the morning, the breeze swept through the backyard. Joseph and Mr. Barta sat facing each other on an old wooden bench, a steaming cup of coffee in their hands. It was the first time they had spoken alone, without Katty or anyone else acting as a mediator. The atmosphere felt heavy, as if every breath carried hidden meaning. Joseph remained silent, staring straight ahead, trying to decipher the intent behind his father-in-law's sudden invitation. Meanwhile, Mr. Barta sipped his coffee slowly and began the conversation with an unexpected tone. "I'm sorry," Mr. Barta said abruptly. His eyes were fixed on the coffee cup, as if afraid to meet Joseph's gaze. "For all my bad behavior toward you." Joseph glanced at him, raising an eyebrow slightly but not responding immediately. He just took a sip of his coffee. "I know," Mr. Barta continued in a softer tone, "You've helped Katty and our family's finances... more than we could ever imagine." He sighed, as if the admission was d
Joseph ascended to the 21st floor of the Grace Hotel, his gaze steely with determination. He knew that the meeting with Mr. Gon would certainly revolve around yesterday’s incident, and he was prepared for whatever revenge Mr. Gon might have in mind. When the elevator doors slid open, he was greeted by a red carpet stretching all the way to the VVIP meeting room. With a composed yet firm stride, Joseph stepped forward, pushing the doors open and walking in with a measured confidence. Mr. Gon glared at Joseph coldly, his presence trying to dominate the space with his stare alone. "Are you Joseph?" he demanded. Before Joseph could respond, Magno cut in, his voice laced with venom. “Yes, Daddy. That’s the bastard Joseph!” "Finally, you decided to show up," Mr. Gon sneered arrogantly. “It's a pity we have to meet under these circumstances,” Joseph replied with a faint, calculated smile. Magno, seated beside his father, couldn’t contain his rage. "Do you have any idea who you’re
Mr. Gon scoffed, unable to believe it. “Zoni, I’m serious! This is about my family’s honor. I can’t back down. You just need to pull your investments and tell others to do the same. We can take him down quietly.” Mr. Zoni gave a faint smile that Mr. Gon couldn’t see. “Listen to me carefully, Gon. If it’s a choice between backing you or tangling with Joseph, I’d rather die. You might not know this, but Joseph holds significant sway among businessmen and even the authorities. No one in Leeds would dare oppose him.” Mr. Gon fell silent, shocked. “Zoni… Are you saying you fear that young man more than me, your old friend?” Mr. Zoni chuckled slightly, his tone firm. “It’s not about fear, Gon. It’s about being realistic. Joseph has ties you can’t even imagine, and people respect him because of that. Myself included.” Mr. Zoni continued with an almost conspiratorial whisper. “Let me tell you something I’ve never shared. Once, someone underestimated Joseph, thinking he was just anot
For a moment, Magno let his words sink in. Then he added, “And remember, failure is not an option. I don’t care how many lives must be sacrificed or how much chaos we create. Tonight, we will make Joseph’s life a living hell.” Among the mercenaries, a gray-bearded man who looked experienced raised his hand. “What makes you so sure we can win?” he asked in a low voice. Magno stepped down from the stage, approaching the man with a piercing stare. “Because I believe, victory is within our grasp.” As the night deepened, Magno cast one more look at his troops. “We move now,” he commanded. “Make tonight Joseph’s worst nightmare.” The mercenaries began to march, their steps aligned with military precision. Yet, hidden in the shadows, someone watched their movements. A young man in a dark cloak smirked, his eyes glinting with excitement. “They have no idea what’s coming for them,” he whispered, vanishing into the darkness to deliver a warning that could change the course of this