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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE INTRUDER
Victor’s eyes darted between Marvin and the door as if expecting his security team to burst in and drag the intruder out. But nothing happened. The room was deathly silent except for Marvin’s steady, calm breathing."You... how did you even—" Victor’s voice cracked, his words were faltering under the weight of shock and hatred. His lips trembled as he pointed an accusing finger at Marvin, his mind was spinning.Marvin raised an eyebrow, leaning slightly forward. “What’s the matter, Victor? Lost for words?” His tone dripped with mockery. He smirked and spread his arms wide. “You’re excited to see me, aren’t you? Come, give me a hug.”Victor’s jaw clenched, and his knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge of his desk. His eyes burned with pure hatred, yet he didn’t move. Marvin’s calmness was unnerving.With the nonchalance of someone who owned the room, Marvin strode to one of the chairs opposite Victor’s desk and sat down, crossing one leg over the other. He looked completely at
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A DECLARATION OF DEFEAT
Victor’s lips trembled as he stammered, “What… what are you even talking about?”Marvin leaned back in his chair, taking a moment to adjust the cuffs of his sleeve before fixing Victor with a piercing gaze. “I will tell you what I’m talking about,” he said, with a tone that was calm but laced with menace. He paused, savoring the tension in the room. “You declared war on me, hoping to destroy my franchise, all in the name of revenge. Not too long ago. Remember?”Victor’s jaw clenched, his mind was racing. He did remember. The memory of that declaration burned bright in his mind—it was a moment of triumph, or so he had thought. But now, as Marvin stared him down with unnerving confidence, that victory felt like a distant dream.Marvin smirked. “Well, let me boldly declare something to you.” His voice dropped slightly, each word was sharp and deliberate. “You have lost.”The words struck Victor like a physical blow, his anger started bubbling to the surface. His eyes burned with hatred
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR SCAMMED AND CORNERED
Marvin’s piercing gaze remained fixed on Victor as he spoke into the phone, his tone was calm yet unnervingly smug.“Where are the drivers and the monetary profits gotten from the Voltforge Dynocell batteries there at the retail market?” Marvin asked, the question cut through the tension in the room like a blade.Luiz Tarejo’s voice came through clearly on the other end of the line. “They’re at my stronghold.”Victor’s ears perked up at the response. Stronghold. That sounds like that’s where Luiz and his cartel operated.Marvin’s eyes flickered with understanding as he leaned back in his chair. His smirk grew even wider. “You’ve done well, Mr. Tarejo,” he said, his voice was smooth and calculated. “Make sure everything is finalized as planned. I’ll be expecting the report and a possible spending spree by tomorrow.”Victor’s fists clenched at his sides, his nails started digging painfully into his palms. His blood boiled as the realization sank in. These bastards were talking about hi
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR BURN OR SURRENDER
Victor Vayne’s fingers tightened around the grip of the gun, his knuckles started turning white as he aimed it directly at Marvin’s head. His face was red with rage, his chest was rising and falling with rapid, furious breaths. His eyes burned with a wild intensity, and his entire body trembled with barely contained fury. He had never felt this level of anger before—not just anger, but the raw, unfiltered eagerness to pull the trigger and blow Marvin’s head off. Marvin’s smug expression faltered for a brief second. He hadn’t expected Victor to react this quickly. But as soon as that moment passed, he regained his composure, leaning back casually in his chair as if the gun pointed at him was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. “Wow,” Marvin said, tilting his head slightly. His voice was dripping with mockery. “What is that? A gun?” Victor’s grip on the weapon tightened, and his whole body started trembling with rage. “Give me back my money, or I swear I’ll blow your fucking
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR CHECKMATE: GAME OVER MR VAYNE
Victor Vayne stood frozen, his mind started racing for a solution—but nothing came. His brain, which had always been sharp in times of crisis, was blank. It was as if his entire world had collapsed in an instant. His grip on the gun remained firm, but for the first time, his fingers felt numb. His eyes, still locked on Marvin, burned with hatred, yet deep inside, fear was creeping in like a slow poison.Meanwhile, his assistants had lost all composure.One by one, they bolted for the door, shoving past each other in blind panic."Run! He’s planted a bomb!" one of them screamed."Get out of the building now!" another shouted as they disappeared down the hallway.The sound of their footsteps echoed like thunder as they stormed through Voltforge’s corridors, their terror started spreading like wildfire.Outside the office, chaos erupted. Staff on the evening shift, who had just been going about their usual business, were suddenly thrown into a state of confusion.“What’s happening?” so
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE COUNCILS RECKONING 1
The black luxury sedan pulled up smoothly into the underground parking lot of the Neovalle Business Regulation Council building. The sound of the tires rolling over the concrete echoed softly in the vast, dimly lit space.Inside the car, Marvin Richmond sat with one leg crossed over the other, his face was calm and unreadable. His private butler who was dressed in a neatly pressed suit, stepped out first and opened the back door.“We have arrived, sir,” the butler said with a slight bow.Marvin didn’t respond immediately. He adjusted his cuffs, straightened his jacket, then stepped out of the vehicle. The cool air of the parking lot greeted him, but he paid it no mind.Waiting nearby was a council escort—an official dressed in a sharp grey suit with a security badge clipped to his chest. He gave Marvin a brief nod before gesturing towards the elevator.“This way, sir.”Without a word, Marvin followed.The elevator doors slid open, and the three men stepped inside. As the elevator a
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE COUNCILS RECKONING 2
Mr. Hirsch took a slow, measured breath, his fingers were tapping lightly against his desk. Then, he leaned forward, with his voice dropping into a warning tone.“Mr. Marvin, I hope you have not forgotten where you are standing right now? This is—”“Fuck the place I’m standing, Mr. Hirsch,” Marvin cut in, his tone was as sharp as a blade. His cold, piercing gaze never wavered. “You know…” He paused, letting the silence stretch before continuing, “You know, if this association isn’t as autonomous as it claims to be, only God knows how many businessmen have fallen victim to the top players—men who think they’re untouchable.”Mr. Hirsch’s jaw tightened, his polite mask began to crack. He exhaled sharply through his nose, shaking his head.“Marvin,” he said, with a firm voice, “if you’re here to rant, I suggest you stop. This is my office, and I won’t tolerate any reckless tone. If you keep this up, I’ll have security throw you out.”Marvin smirked, his fingers started tightening on th
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE WHITE FERN GLOW
Mr. Hirsch clenched his jaw, trying to regain his composure, but his mind was already spiraling.How did Marvin know?He was certain he had kept that vault’s secret well-guarded. Only a handful of people even knew it existed. Yet here Marvin was, standing before him, as if he had been watching every move Mr. Hirsch made.His hand slowly moved to the edge of his desk, gripping it tightly as if anchoring himself in reality.His fingers turned white with pressure. The color drained from his face, and his eyes darted between Marvin and the empty air, trying to make sense of the situation.Marvin’s smirk only grew wider. The silence between them thickened. It wasn’t just the vault that was in danger—it was everything Mr. Hirsch had worked for.For the first time in a long while, Mr. Hirsch felt truly vulnerable.His breathing was shallow, and his heartbeat was pounding in his chest. How could this happen? How could anyone—let alone Marvin—have discovered something this classified?Finall
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MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE
Marvin stood up immediately as the Prime Minister and his wife entered his office. He straightened his posture, forcing a polite smile as he walked over to greet them."Prime Minister," he said, extending a hand."Marvin," the Prime Minister replied, shaking his hand firmly.Marvin then turned to the elegantly dressed woman beside him. She had a calm but sharp look in her eyes, the kind that suggested she was used to being in control.The Prime Minister placed a hand on her back gently. "Marvin, I’d like you to meet my wife, Lady Evelyn Hartford.""A pleasure to meet you, ma’am," Marvin said with a respectful nod.Lady Evelyn gave him a small smile. "The pleasure is mine, Mr. Marvin. I’ve heard quite a lot about you."Marvin gestured toward the seats in front of his desk. "Please, have a seat."He waited as they settled into their chairs before he sat down himself. His mind was already racing. Why were they here? What did they want?The Prime Minister leaned back slightly, crossing o
NOOSE OF CONTROL
Three Days Later Marvin sat in the back of his car, staring out at the city skyline as it blurred past. The weight pressing on his chest hadn’t lifted since his meeting with the Prime Minister. If anything, it had only grown heavier.Three days had passed since that conversation—three days of restless nights, of running every scenario through his mind, of trying to find a way out of the trap he had walked into.And yet, there was none.The news had spread like wildfire—Darius Crowe, had confessed. He had admitted to being responsible for the Lunebrook drone disaster. The confession had led to a shocking reversal: the federal government had officially rescinded its plans to shut down Marvin's Helios enterprise.On the surface, it should have been a victory.But it wasn’t.Because despite Crowe’s confession, the policies and financial embargoes remained untouched.The commercial restrictions, the suffocating tariffs, the permits being withheld—none of it had changed. It was as if the
STRINGS ATTACHED
The Prime Minister tapped his cigar against the ashtray, his gaze never left Marvin’s. A slow smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he leaned forward, his voice turning almost conversational.“But… I’m not an unreasonable man.” the prime minister said.Marvin’s shoulders tensed.The Prime Minister took a long drag from his cigar, exhaled a thin stream of smoke, and then gestured subtly with his fingers.“I understand the strain on your company. The commercial embargo. The legislative restrictions. The walls closing in.” His voice lowered slightly. “That’s why I intend to help… in ways that aren’t exactly ‘conventional.’”Marvin’s breath hitched. He didn’t like the sound of that.The Prime Minister leaned back, swirling the liquid in his glass. “First, let’s talk about the permits required for solar firms.” He set the glass down and clasped his hands. “Getting those permits through official channels is a bureaucratic nightmare. Too much red tape, too many enemies in the legislatu
CHAINS OF OBLIGATION
Marvin sat still, his mind was spinning. The Prime Minister’s words weighed heavily on him, and for the first time in a long while, he felt trapped.His fingers curled into his palms, his nails began pressing against his skin as he stared at the floor.Kill her?Was this really the only way?He closed his eyes, letting his thoughts run wild.Isn’t there another solution?Can’t we capture her? Lock her away?Maybe there’s something we don’t know yet. Maybe—No.The Prime Minister had already said it—she wouldn’t stop. Even if they locked her away, her people would continue what she started. If they spared her, she would find a way to escape. And if she succeeded, the entire Federation would collapse into chaos.Marvin inhaled sharply.The Over-beings would be wiped out. The economy would crumble. Families would be broken. War would tear through the land.Could he really allow that to happen?And who was making this request?It wasn’t just some random politician.It was the Prime Mini
WILL YOU DO IT?
The Prime Minister exhaled a long stream of smoke, his face was unreadable as he studied the whiskey in his glass. Then, he leaned forward, with his elbows resting on his knees, and he fixed Marvin with a serious gaze."Marvin, do you understand what will happen if this purge succeeds?" he asked, his voice was heavy with warning.Marvin remained silent, and his fists were still clenched."The Federation is built on the contributions of Over-beings," the Prime Minister continued. "Our industries, our technology, even our medical advancements—they all exist because of Over-being intellect and abilities. If my wife wipes us out, she will cripple the economy beyond repair."Marvin's brow furrowed."How?" he asked.The Prime Minister swirled his whiskey before taking a slow sip."Think about it. Over-beings are behind most of the cutting-edge industries in the Federation. Who do you think developed our power grids? Who built the transportation systems that allow us to travel at speeds un
HUNTED BY THE FEDERATION
The Prime Minister took another slow drag from his cigar, his face was unreadable. The rich smoke curled around him as he exhaled, then he finally spoke."She is the enemy in the sense that she intends to take over as Prime Minister once my tenure is over."Marvin frowned. His brows knitted together as he processed the words. He tilted his head slightly, studying the Prime Minister’s expression."Is there anything wrong with that?" he asked, with a voice that was laced with curiosity. "She’s your wife. If she wants to become Prime Minister, isn’t that a good thing? She could continue what you started."The Prime Minister let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. He reached for his whiskey glass, swirled the amber liquid inside, then took a slow sip."It’s not about her becoming Prime Minister," he said, placing the glass back on the table. "I have no problem with that."His gaze turned sharp, with his voice lowering slightly."It’s about what she intends to do with that power once
ENEMY OF OUR KIND
Marvin swallowed hard. His body was still aching from the brutal chokehold, but his mind was sharp. He had no choice but to ask."What do you want me to do?" His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.The Prime Minister didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he lifted his glass and took another slow sip of whiskey. His movements were calm and deliberate.Then, without a word, he walked toward a luxurious black leather couch in the corner of the room. He sat down, crossing one leg over the other, and reached for a wooden box on the side table.With practiced ease, he opened it and pulled out a thick cigar.The room was silent except for the soft flick of a lighter. A tiny flame ignited as he lit the cigar, taking a long, slow drag before exhaling a cloud of rich smoke.Marvin remained on his knees, his breathing remained uneven. He felt like time had stopped.Seconds passed.Then a full minute.Then another.The suspense was unbearable.Marvin’s fists clenched. He wanted to demand
THE PRIME MINISTER'S GRIP
Marvin's body trembled as the invisible force constricted around his throat, squeezing the life out of him. His vision blurred, his limbs twitched, and his chest burned for air.Then—he felt it.A sudden, overwhelming pressure lifted him off the ground. His feet dangled helplessly as he was hoisted into the air by the Prime Minister’s telepathic grip.The crushing force around his neck tightened. His hands clawed at his throat, but it was useless. There was nothing to hold, nothing to fight. His head pounded, his lungs screamed for oxygen, and his body convulsed from the lack of air.Then—just as the darkness threatened to consume him—The pressure vanished.The invisible hands released him.Marvin dropped like a stone.He crashed onto the floor, with his body hitting the cold surface with a loud thud. His limbs sprawled out, his chest heaved violently, and a sharp pain shot through his ribs.Coughs racked his body as he gasped for breath, desperate to fill his lungs with air. Hi
WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?
Marvin's breath came in short, uneven gasps. His entire body shuddered as he took a slow step back, his wide eyes were locked on the Prime Minister’s glowing irises."You... you have the... the Synapticore Force?" His voice was barely above a whisper, filled with disbelief and growing terror.The Prime Minister leaned forward, his expression was calm, yet ice-cold. "That's right," he said, his tone was as sharp as a blade. "I have the Synapticore Force."Marvin felt trapped. His mind raced, desperately searching for an escape. He had considered using his Telepathic Maneuver—a skill that could subtly influence the prime minister's thoughts, making him reconsider his decision of refusing to halt the sanctions on Marvin's company.But now, doubt gripped him like a vice.Could he really use his ability on the Prime Minister?Before he could act, the old man's voice cut through the silence like a dagger."So, you truly thought you could control my mind to change my decision?" The Prime Mi
