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
Mr. Gon, who had been smiling smugly, now looked furious. His eyebrows furrowed deeply as he watched their forces fall one by one. “These are the mercenaries you boasted about, Magno?” he shouted, his voice full of rage. “They were supposed to defeat just 50 people!” Magno swallowed hard, struggling to find an excuse. “Maybe... maybe this is just the beginning,” he said, though his voice betrayed his lack of confidence. On the other side of the field, Jacky stood calmly, his hands folded behind his back. His face remained expressionless, his sharp eyes observing the battle, as if assessing his comrades' performance. One of the remaining mercenaries, breathing heavily, glanced at Jacky with fear. He knew that the man with the unflinching gaze was a far greater threat than he appeared. But before he could react, one of the G Alliance members landed a hard punch on his jaw, sending him stumbling back and collapsing unconscious. Mr. Gon clenched his fists, his face flushed with an
Mr. Gon swallowed hard, cold sweat dripping from his temple as he stared at Joseph, who stood tall with an icy glare. Realizing the catastrophic impact that could befall his company, Mr. Gon felt his heart pounding, and without hesitation, he dropped to his knees. “Forgive me, Mr. Joseph!” Mr. Gon’s voice was hoarse, nearly cracking. He lowered his head deeply. “I... I will do anything. Please, don’t destroy my company. I beg you... give me another chance!” Joseph looked at the old man kneeling before him with an expressionless face, but the sharp glint in his eyes showed he wasn’t easily swayed by pity. Magno, who stood beside his father, stepped back in shock. “Daddy! What are you doing?” Magno tried to pull his father up, but Mr. Gon shoved his son’s hand away harshly. Mr. Gon’s eyes burned with a nearly unbearable frustration. “Shut up, Magno!” Mr. Gon snapped, his voice full of anger. “All of this is because of you! You’re a troublemaker! If only you hadn’t caused this
The news about the attack by Magno and Mr. Gon on Joseph's research laboratory had shaken Leeds, spreading rapidly. The headlines featured dramatic images of the destroyed lab's ruins, accompanied by speculation about Joseph's grand ambition—his revolutionary climate control technology. The news became a hot topic, causing fear and unease among the global elite. If this technology were indeed created, Joseph would gain immense power, shaking the military and medical industries to their core. In a luxurious office with tall windows overlooking the cityscape, a woman sat behind a large marble desk. Her hair was neatly styled in a bun, her face adorned with perfect makeup, yet her eyes betrayed a hint of hidden anxiety. In front of her, a flat-screen TV broadcast the latest news about the incident. The woman crossed her arms over her chest, her fingers tapping the desk in a rapid rhythm, a sign that her mind was racing. "If this technology really becomes a reality, we'll all lose
The next morning, Joseph returned to Villa Grade A. The cool morning air carried the scent of dew and fresh wind across the villa’s grounds. Joseph walked calmly toward the front door, holding back a triumphant smile hidden beneath his composed face. Inside, Katty was waiting for him with a look of pure love. Her small belly was beginning to show signs of pregnancy, and Joseph felt a deep happiness upon seeing her. He approached Katty, gently touched her cheek, and then bent down to kiss her belly. “How’s the future mommy?” Joseph whispered softly. Katty smiled, her eyes radiating happiness. “Better now that you’re home,” she said. “Honey… is your problem solved?” Joseph nodded slowly, his smile spreading clearly across his face. “It’s all done; everything went according to plan,” he replied calmly. He leaned down again, kissing her tenderly, as if to reassure Katty, who might still harbor some lingering worries. Katty looked at him for a moment, concern in her eyes. “An
Miranda rose from her chair, her voice barely a whisper, “Just wait and see what I’ll do to sabotage Joseph’s project.” *** The first few days working at the villa felt like a torment for Jenny. Her new role as a housemaid trapped her in what felt like endless punishment. Every morning, she woke up early to clean the villa, prepare meals, and take care of various household tasks. However, nothing was more unnerving than the cold gaze Joseph often cast her way in the living or dining room. One morning, as Jenny was tidying up the living room, Joseph appeared, standing silently in the doorway, his sharp eyes fixed on her. He said nothing, only observing her every move with a look full of suspicion. Jenny’s heart began to race. “I want every corner of this villa kept spotless,” Joseph said coldly, his tone almost devoid of emotion. “And make sure you don’t touch anything that doesn’t belong to you.” Jenny nodded, struggling to suppress the anger and shame boiling inside her.