The entire Atelier family sat transfixed in the living room, their eyes glued to the television. They could not believe the breaking news flashing on the screen.The mighty Crane family had fallen like a stack of dominoes! Federal authorities raided Ichabod Crane and found him guilty of a litany of crimes. He lost everything within hours—his state governor position, wealth, lands, properties, and influence. Who had enough power to make such a titan bite the dust? It was like a waking dream."Is it true?" Martha asked Carol with narrowed eyes. "Did Elias really propose marriage to you?"Carol nodded silently. She looked more disturbed than the others because she had barely escaped from becoming a victim to the Crane heir.The morning news also highlighted scandalous revelations about Ichabod Crane's son, Elias. Details of his secret life of debauchery and brutality shocked the world.The young man who used to be the most eligible bachelor in the state, turned out to be the most rotten
"I wonder who is destroying such well-established billionaires?" Chloe asked with concern. Daphne and she lost great opportunities after Damien and Derek disappeared from existence. At this rate, they would run out of lavish, wealthy men in the city. "It makes me think there is indeed a mysterious man targeting them. Although I also think Carol is being too presumptuous."Carol bit her lip. The only one powerful enough to bring about such drastic results would be Caesar, her savior whose identity was still shrouded in secrecy. He always came to her rescue. Did Caesar realize the danger Elias posed to Carol and take pre-emptive action? That was a plausible explanation.Just then, the doorbell rang, and Josh rushed to open the door."Dad, we have guests!" the brat exclaimed, leading a group of distinguished-looking men into the living room.Ronald Atelier jumped to his feet on recognizing the guests. Mainly because the young man at the center was none other than Sebastian Damone, the CE
Carol shook her head in disbelief. Her family wasn't even concerned about an engagement and wedding. They had instantly sold her off to have a pre-marital relationship with Sebastian!"Dad, Mom, Josh… I love you all, but I must decline." No longer was she the weak daughter who'd break into tears and give in to her family's demands. Carol was self-dependent and the bread earner. Having announced her final decision, she turned to leave.The Ateliers exchanged glances in panic. They saw the opportunity of a lifetime slipping from their fingers.Martha yelled out dramatically and rushed to the living room's bay window. She pushed it open wide and placed one foot on the ledge. Eyeing Carol with disdain, she began howling hysterically."Did I raise my daughter to be so disobedient? What an unfortunate mother I am! I have no right to live! Let God be my witness! I will jump to my death rather than live with an ungrateful child!"While Josh and Ronald did nothing to dissuade her, Carol's eyes
Victor felt no obligation to respond to Sebastian's enraged question. He leaned back comfortably in the Chairman's seat as if nobody had spoken yet. With furrowed brows, Sebastian turned to Clive Baron for answers."What is going on, Clive? Why is this wastrel on your leader's chair? Is this some sort of prank?"Clive smiled thinly before replying. "This is neither a prank nor a mistake. Mr. Victor Damone is the principal investor of the Springfield Rapids Project and has contributed billions of dollars to launch it. Moreover, it was his venture idea in the first place. He intends to transform Springfield into a world-class business hub and a next-gen metropolitan. The Chairman's seat always belonged to him."Sebastian looked utterly confused. "What? That's ridiculous! Victor is a middle-class, unemployed guy who works as a bodyguard. His family is on the brink of bankruptcy. Are you people out of your minds?"When the young man was again greeted with silence, he addressed the rest of
I'm afraid we are rejecting your proposal," Clive Baron told Sebastian with finality. "Thanks for coming over. If you haven't had lunch yet, we can arrange a specialty meal for you. I hope you have tasted the local pot roast. It's a delicacy!"Sebastian's world was falling apart. He looked like he was going to explode."Twenty-five billion??" he barked. "Victor, have you gone crazy?! Do you even know how many zeroes are in a billion? There is no limit to your lies and fantasy stories, it seems! Not even the richest man in the world could come up with that money at such short notice! Are you the World Bank or possess a dollar mass-printing machine!"Victor offered his cousin a disinterested look. He quietly retrieved a debit card from his pocket. It was pitch-black, lined with gold. He placed it on the table before speaking up."Little cousin. Do you still think I cannot spend twenty billion at will?"Claire eyed the black card with intrigue. Victor had used it during the Sotheby aucti
Victor smiled in amusement and had a sudden urge to praise Claire. He placed a hand on her cheek as if she were a child. "You are extraordinary in your own way, Claire. You're not corrupt like most other billionaires of the city, and work diligently, and treat your employees well. That much I admire about you."Claire's cheeks turned red immediately. She felt she could squeal in joy. "You have no idea how much that means to me."Victor nodded and retracted his hand. "Help the Triumvirate make arrangements for the expansion. They are men with good intentions but are still middle-aged and belong to the old school of thought. They need your youthful energy in the mix. Besides, there's some trouble brewing from Monolith's side. They may try to derail our plans. And a hidden enemy, the Puppetmaster, is acting from the shadows. A storm is coming, and we must be ready for it."It was the first time Victor revealed a sensitive detail to Claire. He asked himself why. Perhaps, over time, she ha
Afternoon commuters of Springfield wondered whether a Grand Prix racer was doing his rounds in the city. All they saw was a blitz, a rider blazing past at over 200 miles per hour through the highways and streets without hitting the brakes.Victor reached his ancestral home at the other end of the city in five minutes. He cast the bike aside at the driveway and rushed into the main gate. Over a dozen agents in suits buzzed around, speaking into their radios and cell phones in panic. A sense of urgency had washed over the area.As Victor arrived, they all stood in attention and bowed their heads. It was a rare event for foot soldiers of the NWO to see Caesar in person.Victor ignored them and dashed into his grandfather's home. Edgar was seated on an armchair in his bedroom, overlooking the backyard through a window. As his grandson entered, he offered him a warm smile."Do you remember how you used to practice basketball all by yourself in the backyard?" he asked with melancholy in his
Victor placed the necklace on the coffin, which immediately turned the red metal layer black. "The nanite has turned into an iron-like substance. But the necklace's effect is temporary. The alloy will revert to its original state within two minutes. Summon the bomb disposal squad and retrieve the explosives from within.""Yes, sir!"Within two minutes, the NWO agents dug into the coffin and found a ticking explosive inside. After they removed it, the nanite reverted to its red form again."Sir, the bomb is now defused and disposed of," Kai said, wiping sweat from his brow. "What should we do about the coffin? It is still immovable unless we get a crane inside the house."Victor unbuttoned his cufflinks and rolled up his sleeves. "I'll take the coffin back to its owner, and I don't need a crane to do it."***Sebastian Damone lounged comfortably on the eighteenth floor of his new high-rise. Falcon Inc. had just purchased the hotel he lived in and renovated the higher floors to make it i