As the first rays of sunlight began to shine through the morning fog, Zane was in a tranquil meditative state, perched on the edge of a peak.His home, tucked away on the side of the mountain, was his refuge, providing him with the perfect opportunity to practice his cultivation techniques. The golden light encircled him, surrounding him in a comforting embrace.The energy of the new day swirled around Zane, invigorating his spirit and deepening his connection to the world around him. As the sun rose higher, its rays spreading across the landscape, Zane's meditation drew to a close and his awareness returned to his surroundings.Not far away, Cecilia waited patiently.“Cecilia, have you been here for a while?” Zane asked, his voice steady and serene, breaking the morning's peacefulness.“No, Master,” Cecilia replied, her tone respectful. She paused for a moment before speaking again. “Master, the Marcus Scott Company has a shareholders’ meeting this afternoon. Will you be attending?”
Morel found himself ensnared in a quandary of his own fabrication. His vexation was palpable as he muttered to Nora in a tone of bitter reproach, "You, my dear, have been the cause of this delicate situation with your impulsive declarations."He held her responsible for this predicament, as he felt her rash words had endangered their situation.Nora was quick to respond, her voice tinged with irritation."Why am I the only one to be blamed? Don't you think you should have used your own judgment?” Her defensive attitude further highlighted the current rift between them, emphasizing the tension in their relationship.Meanwhile, the Marcus Scott Company, a conglomerate with diverse business interests, including the lucrative sector of gold and precious metals, was under the stewardship of Claire's Uncle, Marcus Scott. Marcus was someone of considerable influence and authority.As a distributor in the company, Morel had arrived at the meeting with the intent of negotiating prices; a plan
Zane found himself in a peaceful atmosphere at the coffee shop, a perfect place to escape from the intensity of his first meeting with Marcus Scott Company. He was sitting in a corner, leisurely sipping his cappuccino, feeling all of the day's anxieties dissipate with every swallow.Suddenly, his cell phone began to ring, and upon glancing at the screen, he noticed Claire's name illuminated. As he answered the call, a faint smile tugged at his lips.Zane greeted Claire with a calm and collected voice, saying, "Hello Ms. Claire."Claire's voice came through, her vivacity as usual, asking, "Zane, are you done with the meeting? Where are you right now? Why didn't you let me know?"Surprised, though pleasantly so, by Claire's informal tone, Zane replied, "I'm at a coffee shop, just a short distance from the office.""Alright," she replied briskly, "I'll come to you," before ending the call.Sure enough, as promised, it wasn't long before Claire arrived at the cafe. She must have been comi
As the morning light illuminated the peak in a gentle, warm glow, Zane concluded his meditation session, feeling re-energized and tranquil. This practice had become an essential part of his daily routine, a safe haven where he could find balance amongst the turmoil of his increasingly hectic life. After leaving the peak, Zane returned home, his arrival greeted by the tantalizing smell of breakfast. Cecilia, his hard-working and proficient housekeeper, had cooked up an exquisite meal, filling the house with the familiar and welcoming fragrances of homemade food. "Cecilia," Zane praised as he stepped into the dining area, his senses stimulated by the smells and sights of the wonderful breakfast spread, "this looks absolutely delicious." Cedric, Zane's trustworthy assistant and companion, followed him in and added his own admiration. "Master, Cecilia's cooking ability is nothing short of remarkable." Cecilia's cheeks flushed a soft pink, being taken aback by the praises. "Please, sit
Cecilia froze in her steps when she heard the hurtful words that Robert had said to Zane.Zane paused and glanced back to her, saying, "Cecilia? Let's go home. I can't accept that offer." He firmly affirmed his choice.Zane perceived that as a slight. Cecilia was not only Zane's assistant, but she was like family to him.Cecilia spoke in a soft tone, yet there was no wavering in her conviction. "But, Master," she said, "I will not accept any form of insult towards you."The atmosphere was thick with tension as Zane was stopped in his tracks by Cecilia's determined words. Her voice, though gentle, had the undeniable power of unconditional support and faith in him. Zane turned to face her, his resolve being fueled by the unwavering conviction he saw in her eyes.“Cecilia, I am grateful for your trust in me, but I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable because of this bet,” Zane said with a tone of worry.Cecilia maintained her steady gaze. “Master, it's not about the bet. It’s about respe
In the early afternoon, after their intense match with Robert, Zane decided to take Cecilia to a restaurant as a respite from the day's events. He felt badly for Cecilia, as she had been unwillingly involved in the bet.The restaurant he chose was an epitome of luxury, situated high in a towering building that was surrounded by walls of glass, offering a breathtaking, unobstructed view of the cityscape.Zane selected a table right beside the glass wall, so they could take in the stunning tapestry of urban life that sprawled below them, seen from high above.Cecilia's eyes were alight with excitement and amazement as she stepped closer to the glass window, her gaze drawn to the stunning view."Wow...this is incredible, Master," she said in an awestruck voice. "I've never been to a place so luxurious before."Her gaze roved over the cityscape, taking in the sight of the buildings and streets below. "Woah...I had no idea the city could look this beautiful from up here."Turning towards Z
As the first rays of the morning sun filtered through the trees in the city park, Zane, feeling invigorated from his jog, found peace in a nearby coffee shop.He took a seat in a comfortable corner and proceeded to indulge in a delightful burger and a steaming cup of cappuccino.The amazing flavors tantalized his taste buds, eliciting a deep sense of pleasure. “This is so delicious,” he murmured appreciatively, savoring each bite.In the midst of this culinary bliss, an idea suddenly occurred to him, rekindling his long-held aspiration. "I think it's time to make my dream of owning a restaurant a reality," Zane thought, a determined glint appearing in his eyes.Eager to seek a trusted opinion, he retrieved his phone and dialed Claire's number.“Hello, Zane?” Claire’s voice came through clearly and cheerfully.“Claire, do you have some free time today?” he asked, a hint of excitement coloring his tone.Curious, Claire replied, “Yes, Zane. What’s up?”“Would you mind coming over to my h
In an effort to calm herself down, Claire sat watching while Zane tidied up the remaining plates. Breaking the silence, her voice carried a soft curiosity, “Zane, since when can you cook?” Her eyes followed his movements, reflecting her interest in his answer. Without stopping, he replied, “Ah, I’ve been used to living alone since I was little. So, like it or not, I had to learn to cook for myself to survive.” His words were simple, yet they revealed a life shaped by self-sufficiency and resilience. Claire’s smile widened as she listened, a warm light in her eyes. Zane’s humble revelation shed light not only on his culinary skills, but also on the deep-seated strength and responsibility that had governed his life. *** The early morning atmosphere at the Scott Company office was abuzz with the usual corporate activity, but for Zane, each visit bore a sense of uneasy isolation. Clad in a crisp white shirt and sleek gray trousers, he moved through the office with a quiet dignity,
The luxurious Four Dreams Hotel, renowned as one of the finest, gleamed brightly that night. Guests in glamorous attire stepped out of their lavish cars, wearing their finest dresses and suits. A red carpet guided them to the ballroom, adorned with silk drapes, crystal chandeliers, and exquisite white roses. The soft glow of the lights and the gentle hum of the orchestra added to the atmosphere of luxury and excitement. Every detail, from the dishes to the service, was meticulously prepared to welcome the special occasion of Zane and Claire's wedding. Claire stood in front of a large mirror, her magnificent wedding gown fitting her perfectly. Cecilia and Emma stood in awe beside her. “Wow, Ms. Claire, you look absolutely stunning. For the first time, I’m genuinely envious of a woman,” Cecilia chuckled. “Yeah, Claire, you're the luckiest woman alive, marrying Zane. You two are going to be the perfect couple of the century,” Emma added. “Is that so?” Claire looked at h
As the late afternoon slowly turned to dusk, the atmosphere around the island was calm and peaceful. The blue ocean reflected the setting sun as it dipped below the horizon. Guests were enjoying themselves, chatting and laughing in various corners of the island. However, at the edge of the dock, Zane stood alone, his eyes fixed on the horizon, savoring a rare moment of solitude."Zane," a soft voice called out behind him.Zane turned and smiled as he saw Claire approaching. "Claire, come join me," he invited.She carried two slender glasses filled with a bright red drink. Her steps were graceful, her smile gentle, as she handed one glass to Zane. "This is for you," she said softly."Thank you, Claire," Zane replied, accepting the glass.Claire looked at him curiously. "So, what are you thinking about, standing here all by yourself?" she asked, glancing at Zane’s face, which seemed more serene than usual.Zane turned his gaze back to the sea and smiled softly. "Look over there," he
The FBI team arrived at the location where Morano and Alessandra were staying. The head of the FBI also received a folder containing evidence of the crimes they had committed. Zane and his team had worked hard to gather all that evidence.After the FBI head opened the folder, he received a phone call, “How is it? The treasure I sent you is valuable, right?”"Lily, thank you. You’ve kindly ensured I won't sleep peacefully for some time."Lily chuckled, "Don't worry, you'll be safe."Since the case was gaining significant attention and involved several important figures in the country, the FBI head was receiving threats from various parties. However, Lily had assured his safety long before.Cecilia and Lily were enjoying their snacks when the news quickly spread, shocking the entire public."Ah... I can already feel a vacation vibe here," said Cecilia. "Ms. Lily, can you recommend an interesting holiday destination?""Hm... I'm not sure. I’ve visited a few private family islands. It
Zane stood facing Morano at a close distance. Zane remained calm, while Morano wore a dismissive expression."So, are you sure you want to face me alone, young man? Hahaha."He continued, "I’m not even sure if your grandfather could, let alone you."Without warning, Zane darted forward, his body becoming a blur that was hard for the naked eye to follow. His teleportation allowed him to move at lightning speed, appearing beside Morano and delivering a powerful punch. "Today, I will tear down the empire you’ve built. In the name of my grandfather, I will destroy you."Morano managed to dodge the first attack, but Zane was already behind him in an instant, kicking him hard in the back. Morano staggered but quickly retaliated."Hahaha, young man, you’re truly naive. I will show you who I really am."Their duel grew more intense. Every time Zane disappeared and reappeared, he landed one or two hits. But Morano, with his extraordinary power, began to match Zane's attacks.Punch after pun
Morano moved his face slightly and signaled for his two men to leave. They cautiously exited the room. Morano, who had been sitting in a luxurious swivel chair behind his desk, now walked towards Zane. They were face to face. Alessandra remained seated calmly on the sofa, observing Zane.She wasn't surprised by Zane's ability to teleport, as she had often heard stories about John Clark from her father, Morano. So, she wasn't shocked, but she hadn’t expected Zane to possess the same ability.Zane locked eyes with Morano and firmly said, "Don’t ever say that again. It’s disgusting."“Hahaha, Zane Gardner, I don’t know what John told you. But, yes, you two were pretty close. I was hurt—it felt like unrequited love, hahaha.”“Stop your nonsense.”“Wow, you’re braver than John, huh? He should’ve learned more from you, hahaha.”Zane remained where he stood. "I don't care about anything you're saying."“So, why are you here? Did your grandfather send you to surrender? Has he finally admit
Zane and Claire stepped outside and joined the others. Zane gave a speech, expressing his gratitude for the hard work and unity his team had shown. Afterward, Zane offered to grill some meat for his colleagues, and everyone enjoyed the party.After they successfully completed their first mission, Zane returned to his usual routine. The restaurant he managed grew more popular and busy, and as always, Zane continued to handle his office work with precision and discipline. He constantly strived to complete everything to perfection.Occasionally, Claire would visit him, and they would have lunch together. News about their closeness spread widely, and there were even rumors that they were getting married soon. They just laughed at the rumors, but they didn’t clarify anything either.After Zane successfully handed over Maretti, Harris, and Dominic to the FBI, he also had Cecilia upload all the evidence of their crimes onto the internet. The evidence was easily accessible to netizens,
Zane stood on top of a building across from the FBI office. He had successfully completed his first mission, and to his surprise, it had been easier than expected. Maretti, Harris, and Dominic lay bound, their hands and feet tied, though their mouths were left free. The flashes from the cameras of journalists bombarded them. "Stop it! You fools!" Harris shouted, demanding the reporters stop taking pictures and recording. "Zane Gardner! This is all Zane Gardner's doing! You're idiots; you should be after him, not gathered here. We are the victims!" Maretti yelled. But their cries fell on deaf ears, as the journalists ignored them and broadcasted everything live on TV and the internet. The headline read: "The Biggest Scandal of the Century: Elite Businessmen Exposed as World Mafia Leaders!" Everyone flooded the comment sections. "What is this? What have they done?" "Can't you read the headline clearly?" "This is the biggest public deception. I always thought they were
After Zane successfully subdued the three leaders of The Crimson, he put on his advanced glasses, designed for enhanced vision. "Good job, Alfred, I can see everything clearly," he said, speaking into his earpiece. At that moment, Zane could see the busy city and a convoy of black cars. It was obvious that they belonged to Morano’s men. "Yes, Master. Morano’s forces will arrive soon. It’s best if you move quickly," Alfred replied from a rooftop.The sudden cut of the CCTV feed had already made Morano suspicious, so he ordered his men to head to the location where Maretti and Harris were. However, this was something Zane’s team had anticipated.Alfred was in charge of monitoring the area around the restaurant building. After Zane neutralized the mafia leaders, Zane, Laura, his stuntman, and Cedric tied them up and took them to the basement to load them into their vehicle.Meanwhile, Alfred was tasked with slowing down Morano's men from reaching the restaurant building if Zane hadn
Zane stood tall before Maretti. As he pulled the syringe from his pocket, Dominic attempted to charge at him.However, his efforts were in vain. The fake Zane quickly intercepted him, and the two became locked in a fight.While the fake Zane was busy with Dominic, Harris tried to help free Maretti. He picked up a chair and aimed to strike Zane with it.But with measured reflexes and senses, Zane calmly lifted his right leg backward. It hit the chair that was thrown at him, causing it to rebound and hit Harris instead.Seeing Zane about to inject Maretti made her act. She tried to push Zane away, but her attempt was useless—Zane’s muscles were too strong.“I’m stronger than you think,” Zane said, cornering Maretti.Without wasting any more time, he grabbed Maretti’s hand with his other hand, the one not holding the syringe.Zane knew they had to act quickly. They were aware that their leader, Morano, wouldn’t sit idly by if something serious happened to his subordinates.At that moment