The Heir Of Redemption

Power Has Changed Hands

In a dimly lit room, Olivia stood at the head of a long table, her eyes blazing with a mix of rage and frustration. Surrounding her were the members of the vipers—Richard, Elizabeth, Marcus, Thompson, and several others. The air crackled with tension, their faces etched with determination.

"How dare he?" Olivia seethed, her voice dripping with venom. "Jared thinks he can waltz in and threaten to take over my company? He has no idea who he's dealing with."

Richard, his usually sharp features marked with grief, sat silently, his mind lost in thoughts of his daughter. The weight of Victoria's death pressed heavily on his heart, clouding his judgment. He had lost the will to engage in the vipers' vindictive schemes.

Elizabeth, sensing Richard's pain, placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Richard, we cannot let our emotions cloud our judgment. We need to show Jared that we are not to be trifled with."

Marcus, known for his cunning strategies, spoke up, his voice filled with calculated