Waldric stood motionless in the middle of the increasingly empty room, his hands clenched tightly, trying to contain the raging emotions within him. Every vein in his neck appeared tense, his eyes filled with boiling hatred as he watched Asher leave. This defeat felt incredibly painful, and he felt humiliated in front of everyone, especially the employees he had hoped would support him.Waldric glanced toward Liamo, who was standing in the corner of the room as if giving a clear signal without needing to say a word. Their eyes met, and though reluctant, Liamo understood Waldric's intent. With a subtle nod of his head, Liamo began to instruct the employees and other directors to leave the room. One by one, they exited, leaving Waldric alone with his overflowing anger.Within himself, Waldric swore to repay all this treatment. He would find a way to destroy Asher, even if it meant taking a darker and more dangerous path. His hatred now matched his ambition—perhaps even greater. Waldric
Asher leaned his back on the oversized chair, his gaze fixed on the ceiling of the office. His eyes stared blankly, but his mind was filled with speculations that kept disturbing his peace. The threatening letter he had received not long ago kept spinning in his mind, like a puzzle that demanded to be solved. Asher tried to connect the dots in his mind, remembering every detail that might give him a clue. Asher's hunch pointed to someone who had a past with Alicia, someone who might feel threatened or have an old grudge. However, he couldn't jump to conclusions. It wasn't just a matter of guessing, it was a matter of ascertaining who was really behind the threat.Asher's thoughts deepened when there was a sudden knock on the door. The sound broke the silence, bringing Asher back from his reverie. The door opened slowly, and Joseph, the man he could always count on, appeared from behind it. With steady steps, Joseph walked towards Asher, the man's eyes filled with respect and caution
Asher left his office with determined steps, catching Kailos off guard as he quickly followed behind. Asher’s mind was focused on one thing: David Sinclair. The glaring error in the earlier report was too significant to ignore, and Asher wanted to hear directly from Sinclair how it could have happened. He headed to the floor where Sinclair’s office was located, his eyes sharp like an eagle hunting its prey.Upon arriving at Sinclair’s office door, Asher knocked once, then opened the door and walked in without waiting for a response. Meanwhile, Kailos chose to wait outside, not daring to enter without Asher’s command.David Sinclair, a middle-aged man with hair graying at the temples, looked startled when Asher entered unannounced. He immediately stood up from his chair, his face showing a hint of confusion."Mr. Dixon," he greeted, trying to hide his nervousness behind a forced smile. "Is there something I can assist you with?"Asher looked at David Sinclair with cold eyes, wasting no
Asher sat in the car as it drove through the increasingly quiet city streets. The streetlights illuminated his face, which was partly hidden in shadows, while his mind kept working, planning his next steps. There were many things he needed to handle—starting with the threat that still lingered in the air and the growing danger of Waldric. All of these issues needed to be addressed with intelligence and careful planning, like a game of chess where every move had to be calculated. If not… he would end up destroyed, alone.Kailos, seated in the front seat, occasionally glanced at Asher through the rearview mirror. He could sense the tension hanging in the air, and the encounter with Kaylery Barnnet earlier continued to nag at his mind. After a few moments of contemplation, Kailos finally gathered the courage to speak.“Sir,” Kailos began cautiously, his voice slightly muffled by the smooth hum of the car’s engine. “Do you know Mr. Barnnet? He seems to know you quite well.”Asher shifted
Asher stepped into the grand pavilion, his eyes widening as he saw the array of antiques carefully arranged throughout the room. This building was specifically designed to house the Dixon family's legacy—paintings by famous artists, statues with significant historical value, and antique vases that looked incredibly expensive and rare. Every corner of the room seemed to radiate an aura of luxury and prestige.Asher paused for a moment in front of a large painting that depicted him as a child, standing between his father and mother. He gazed at the painting with mixed emotions—pride and nostalgia. His childhood memories in this mansion slowly resurfaced, though much had faded and remained only as vague shadows.The Dixon family cherished not only their material wealth but also the value of art. For them, art was an inseparable part of the family identity, something to be preserved and appreciated with great respect. Asher walked further into the room, captivated by each piece of art dis
Asher re-entered the pavilion, still on the second floor. The atmosphere in this area felt different, more private, and exclusive. As he walked down the quiet corridor, his eyes were drawn to a gleaming door, its golden hue reflecting the dim light surrounding the hallway. A sudden curiosity surged within him, causing him to stop in front of the door.As Asher stood there, gazing at the golden door with deep curiosity, a soft and familiar voice startled him from behind. "Are you curious about that room?" The voice belonged to Luciana, his mother, who was standing a few steps behind with a gentle smile on her face.Asher nodded slowly, acknowledging his curiosity. "Yes, Mom. It seems like I've never seen this room before. Is there something inside?"Luciana smiled warmly as if she fully understood her son's feelings. "Yes, that’s where the Dixon family’s heirloom jewelry is kept, Asher. Jewelry that has been passed down from generation to generation." She stepped closer and offered war
Asher stood in front of the mirror, admiring his neat appearance in a black, expensive suit, paired with a gray tie and a luxurious watch wrapped around his wrist. However, Asher's attention soon shifted to the silver ring encircling his left index finger—a ring he had found the day before in the family exhibition room. The ring’s sparkle reflected light in a strangely lively way, unlike any other jewelry he had ever seen.Asher tried to remove the ring, but as he pulled, it seemed to resist moving. He felt a slight oddness, but there was no pain or discomfort—just a strange sensation that this ring was not ordinary. Finally, Asher left the ring in place, a feeling inside him suggesting that there was something deeper about this object.A faint shadow from the past suddenly surfaced in his mind. Stories he had heard about his grandfather, a strong and authoritative yet mysterious figure, came to him. There were rumors in the family about a ring that his grandfather once possessed—a ri
Asher arrived at his office right on time. He walked with a steady and confident stride. Every step exuded authority, while the employees around the office area promptly greeted him with respect. Asher returned their greetings with a friendly smile, but behind that smile, his mind continued to wrestle with the new power he now possessed.His smile slowly faded as he began to sense a noise that was invisible yet felt very real in his mind. The inner voices of the employees, their scattered and unspoken thoughts, all surged into his consciousness. Asher hadn’t anticipated that the ring he wore would hold such a significant power—allowing him to hear every thought of those around him, whether intentional or not.Asher’s steps suddenly halted when he spotted someone at the end of the hallway—the director of Dixon, known to have a close relationship with William Dixon. The director, Marcelo Greyston, had always appeared calm and authoritative. However, this time, before Asher could make ey