Inside, Dr. Felix’s office was meticulously organized, with shelves lined by thick medical volumes, a wall of diplomas and accolades, and a large, dark mahogany desk. The faint smell of antiseptic lingered in the air.Dr. Felix, a tall man with sharp features and weary eyes, looked up from his notes and gave Marvin a polite nod. “Hello, Mr. Richmond,” he said, gesturing to the chair opposite his desk. “Please, have a seat.”Marvin sank into the chair, his body was tense, and his mind was already racing with questions he wanted to ask about the surgery needed to cure his mother’s condition. But just as he was about to speak, his attention was caught by a TV screen mounted on the wall behind Dr. Felix. The screen displayed the muted broadcast of a local news station, but the headline running across the bottom was impossible to ignore."JESSICA ZYPHER MEETS NEOVALLE'S GOVERNOR SENATOR WEBSTER CONCERNING PROJECT HELIOS."The name "Jessica Zypher" was enough to send a surge of anger thro
Two days later, Marvin stepped out of an Uber in front of Astris Bank. He was sweating, his shirt was clinging to his back as he moved toward the bank's entrance. The heat outside wasn’t helping, but it wasn’t just the weather making him sweat. Dr. Felix had told him the amount needed for his mother’s surgery—and it was a large sum. They demanded cash, and Marvin had no choice but to withdraw it.Inside, Marvin approached one of the cashiers, a woman with a stern face and tired eyes. She looked up briefly as he stepped forward, her expression was irritated, as if she didn’t want to be bothered."Hello, miss. I wish to withdraw some money with this card," Marvin said, holding out his Diamond Royale card.The cashier's eyebrows raised slightly when she saw the card. Such card was rare, usually held by only the wealthiest clients. Her expression softened, and her irritation was replaced with a hint of respect, though she still seemed unsure if the card would even work."How much do y
As Marvin stood in the doorway, his eyes locked onto Daniel’s. He could see the shock on Daniel’s face—the flash of fear, quickly replaced by defensiveness. A faint glow appeared on Daniel’s forehead, right on the synapticore mark—a small, pulsing mark that made it clear to Marvin that Daniel was tensed and afraid. Daniel's reaction was a detail that Marvin knew all too well, a sign that his stepbrother was unsettled.For a moment, memories came flooding back to Marvin. He remembered what had happened in Westwood, the times Daniel had humiliated him, looked down on him, treated him as less than family. The anger that had simmered for so long began to rise, hot and sharp. He felt the urge to storm across the room, to finally confront Daniel face-to-face after a long time and beat him up. He wanted to show him what it felt like to be afraid.Daniel could see it in Marvin’s eyes. The anger, the long-held resentment. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his mouth was opening slightl
As Marvin held Daniel by the collar, he could feel Daniel's breath quickening, coming in short, panicked gasps. Daniel tried to summon the synapticore force on his forehead—the small, glowing mark that pulsed with power—but before he could activate it, Marvin struck him hard right on that very spot.Daniel’s head snapped back, and his face twisted in pain, and the faint glow on his forehead flickered and died. He was too stunned to react, momentarily helpless in Marvin’s grip.The office secretary, who had been watching the scene unfold from her desk, let out a shocked gasp. Her hand flew to her mouth as she turned and hurried out of the office, with her footsteps echoing down the hall.Marvin leaned in close, his voice calm but cold. “And make sure you’re paying attention to what I’m about to say,” he said, his tone was dangerous. “Because I’m not going to repeat myself.”Daniel’s face was pale, his eyes turned wide with terror and pain. He gritted his teeth, but the fear was cle
Mr. Austin was the first to react, as his face twisted in outrage. “Are you serious?” he asked, his voice was dripping with contempt. He couldn’t believe the audacity of Marvin’s demand.Another man, the one with the gray beard, shook his head with a sneer. “You march in here, dressed like that, and think you can demand that kind of money from us? Are you mad?”The rest of the men murmured their disapproval, some of them scoffing openly. They couldn’t understand why Marvin, who looked like a common man off the street, would have the nerve to make such an outrageous demand. To them, it sounded insane.But Marvin stood his ground, unfazed by their reactions. He met each of their eyes, calm and unflinching, as if he knew something they didn’t. There was a quiet power in his stance—a confidence that left the men feeling uneasy, despite their anger.Marvin turned to Daniel, his voice turned steady and calm. “Well, if you refuse to give me that money, I’m going to expose Daniel’s little N
Mr. Austin clenched his jaw, his face was still twisted in anger and fear. He took out his phone, his hand was shaking as he dialed the number of the Vault custodian.The phone rang, and a young man’s voice answered on the other end, polite but confused. “Hello, this is Jeremy, how can I assist you, Mr. Austin?”Mr. Austin spoke quickly, his voice was tense. “Jeremy, I need one point eight million dollars in cash brought to my office. Now.”There was a long pause on the other end of the line. “I… I’m sorry, sir, did you say one point eight million dollars? In cash?”“Yes, Jeremy,” Mr. Austin snapped, his patience was wearing thin. “One point eight million. In cash. Bring it here immediately.”The confusion was clear in Jeremy’s voice as he stammered, “But, sir… that’s a lot of money to—”Mr. Austin’s voice turned cold and hard. “Just do it, Jeremy. Stop asking questions and bring the cash.”There was a nervous gulp on the other end of the line, then Jeremy said, “Yes, sir. Right away.
Marvin let out a dark chuckle, holding the briefcase tightly as he looked at the men still on their knees before him. His eyes gleamed with a cruel satisfaction."Did you all really think I would let you get away with crime?" he said with a voice that dripped with contempt. "I appreciate the one point eight million dollars, but sorry, I can't let you culprits escape judgment that easily."Mr. Austin’s face twisted with shock and anger. "Are you nuts?" he shouted.Daniel’s voice trembled with rage as he spoke up. "Are you saying that you would backstab us, even after we held up our end of the deal?"Marvin turned his gaze to Daniel, meeting his eyes with an icy stare. He gave a small, mocking smile. "Well," he said calmly, "they say actions speak louder than words."Without another word, Marvin took a step back and walked out of the office, still holding the briefcase. As he reached the control panel by the door, he raised his foot and kicked it with all his strength. The panel shatt
Marvin looked at Daniel with a smirk, a hint of amusement lit up in his eyes. He let out a small chuckle. "Do you think I’m scared, Daniel? Father has already tried to kill me once." He paused, then leaned in closer to the transparent glass door, letting them see the cold confidence in his eyes."Did you really think I’d let you all walk free around Neovalle now that I’m here?" he said quietly, with a voice that was full of menace. "Certainly not. The cops will throw you out of Neovalle once they get hold of you. And you can kiss your precious cannabis business goodbye… all thanks to me."He stepped back, chuckling to himself as he watched the fury and fear on their faces.About ten to fifteen minutes later, the sound of police sirens filled the street outside the bank. Marvin looked calm, watching the flashing red and blue lights through the windows. He knew what was coming next.His phone buzzed, and he answered quickly. It was Commissioner Johnson."Where are you now?" Johnson ask