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Zen and Sinclair got into a private room just off the main hall. The room was sparsely furnished, with a single table and two chairs under the dim glow of a chandelier. The thick wooden door clicked shut behind them, muffling the sounds of the ongoing auction outside. As Sinclair placed the chest on the table, Zen pulled off his gloves and flexed his fingers, his gaze locked on the box. “Well,” Sinclair said, a hint of anticipation in his voice, “Let’s see what’s inside this thing that was worth twenty billion.”Zen smirked, leaning forward as he slowly unlatched the chest. The hinges creaked softly as the lid lifted, revealing a dark, empty interior. Sinclair stared at the empty space, his mouth agape. “What the hell? It’s empty!”Zen chuckled, shaking his head. “Of course, it’s empty. It would only be empty if someone had already gotten to it first.”Sinclair stumbled back, his face pale. “Twenty billion, Chief! You just spent twenty billion on an empty box! Do you think the aucti
The Useless Son-In-law is a God of War Chapter 30
They barely made it a few steps before bumping into a woman in a sharp, tailored suit. She was standing right in their path, her posture rigid, her face obscured by a sleek mask with gold detailing. Sinclair was quick to speak. "Hey, move it," he snapped, a hint of irritation in his voice.But Zen raised a hand, followed by a smirk playing at his lips as he recognized the poised figure before them. "You're quite the superstar these days, Keisha. I hardly see you anymore."Keisha removed her mask with a practiced grace, revealing a calm, composed expression that seemed almost serene amidst the chaos of the auction. Her lips curled into a slight smile. "Well, when my boss decides that blowing twenty billion on a chest is his idea of fun, I have to stay busy."Sinclair’s eyes widened in surprise. "Keisha!" he exclaimed, realizing who she was. He didn’t expect to see her there, let alone hear her speak so casually about the staggering sum Zen had just spent.Zen chuckled softly, unfazed.
The Useless Son-In-law is a God of War Chapter 31
The soft hum of the car engine was drowned out by the news blaring from the radio. “Breaking news from Fairy Island: the Albrecht family has recorded their highest surge in income in a single day—twenty billion dollars.” Zen leaned forward and switched off the radio with a flick of his wrist, his expression unreadable as he took of his mask. “No mention of the auction hall,” he muttered, more to himself than to anyone else. He turned to Sinclair, who was seated next to him, a thoughtful look on his face. “Why wasn’t the auction mentioned? They made it sound like it came from nowhere.”Sinclair shrugged, leaning back in his seat. “These sorts of things, the general public doesn’t need that kind of information. The allure of Fairy Island is its mystery. People are drawn to it because it’s like a dream—a place where anything can happen. Keeping details under wraps keeps that dream alive for 90% of the citizens.”Zen nodded, his fingers drumming lightly against his knee. “I suppose you’r
The Useless Son-In-law is a God of War Chapter 32
“Keisha!” Zen’s voice sliced through the room with a commanding tone.Keisha turned swiftly, her usually calm expression attentive. “Yes, Chief?”Zen took a slow step towards her, his eyes fixed with a calculating stare. “I need you to respond to Malia. Tell her we’re willing to lend her the money she needs for ‘Operation: Sky City’ but on one condition.”Keisha raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. “What’s the condition?” she asked, curiosity lacing her tone.Zen’s lips curled into a sly smile. “We’ll tell her that we’ll start reclaiming our loan from the profits generated by the city they’ll build. It sounds beneficial, right? Like a fair deal.”Sinclair, sitting nearby, leaned forward, his interest piqued. “That does sound fair. What’s the catch?”Zen’s smile widened, the devious glint in his eyes becoming more pronounced. “The loophole is this: the contract will specify ‘profits from when they build the city.’ But we won’t wait until it’s completed. We’ll start demanding
The Useless Son-In-law is a God of War Chapter 33
Zen watched through a narrow opening in the door as the other interns buzzed around the ward. They were all busy with their tasks, some carefully preparing tinctures, while others mixed herbs. There was an air of quiet concentration, interrupted only by the occasional clatter of a jar or the muttered instructions of a more experienced nurse. He observed them for a moment longer, then turned his attention back to Tasha as they finished up their own tasks.Tasha glanced at Zen, noticing his gaze drifting towards the other interns. "Want me to introduce you to the others?" she asked, gesturing toward the group.Zen shook his head, his expression indifferent. “No need. I don’t want to bother myself with remembering names.”One of the interns overheard and looked up, scoffing. “He sounds like a rich kid.”Another intern, without looking up from his work, added, “Yeah, that’s how they all are. Snobbish.”Zen’s lips curled into a faint smile, finding their assumptions amusing. He wasn’t offe
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The light on Zen’s phone blinked, pulling him back to reality. He picked it up and answered with a quiet, “Yeah?” Keisha’s voice came through, slightly muffled. “Malia has eaten the bait.” Zen's lips curled into a sly smile. “Perfect,” he replied coolly. “Thanks, Keisha.” Without another word, he hung up, his smile lingering as he thought about the next steps in his plan. Almost immediately, his phone buzzed again. It was Willow. “Tom, your suit is ready,” she said cheerfully. “You forgot about the big four families’ party tonight, didn’t you?” “Shiiii!” Zen cursed, realizing he’d almost let it slip his mind. “Thanks for the reminder, Willow.” Sensing an opportunity, Willow's tone became teasing. “So... when should I be ready?” she asked, trying to sound casual. Zen chuckled. “Sorry, Willow, but I already have a date for the night.” He could almost hear her pout through the phone.
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As Zen and Rosalia drove through the bustling streets toward the event hall, a tense silence filled the car. Rosalia’s eyes fixed ahead, seeming lost in thought. Zen, however, couldn't help but glance at her every now and then. He finally broke the silence, his voice was low. "Rosalia," he began, "what’s the real deal with this Big Four gala?"Rosalia turned her head slightly, a faint smile playing at her lips. "The gala?" She echoed. "Well, on the surface, it’s a charity event. But in reality, it's more about maintaining the balance of power. The Big Four families—they need the world to see them together, to remind everyone that their alliance is still strong, still in control."Zen nodded slowly, processing her words. "So, it's more like a show of strength than an actual charity event," he said.Rosalia chuckled. "Exactly. They have to appear united, to let the public know that their power isn't waning. It’s about reassurance—both to the people and to themselves."Zen frowned, glanc
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As they weaved through the bustling crowd, Rosalia led Zen with a firm grip on his arm. The grand hall echoed with laughter and chatter, but the moment she approached a group of older men standing at the center, the noise seemed to diminish. Zen could feel the weight of every gaze in the room. "Come," Rosalia whispered, pulling him closer. "I want you to meet my grandfather, the patriarch of the Albrecht family."Zen’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn’t say a word. He followed her with a relaxed posture. As they reached the group, Zen found himself standing before the Big Four—powerful men whose influence stretched across the country.Rosalia's grandfather, a tall man with a deceptively cheerful face, stepped forward, his smile was wide. “Rosalia, my dear,” he greeted warmly, his voice carrying an air of authority. “Grandfather,” Rosalia said, with a respectful but light tone. “I’d like you to meet Tom.”Zen stood his ground, unbending, unbowed. No gestures of respect, no nods. J
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Zen looked at her, his chest tightening as she stepped closer. He didn’t want to admit it, but seeing her like this, so determined, was making everything harder. He could see how much she cared, but the last thing he wanted was to put her in danger.“Rosalia, you need to go. This... this is too dangerous,” he said, his voice low, trying to sound firm, but there was a crack in it.She shook her head, not budging. “You can’t just tell me to leave,” she replied, her voice steady but full of concern. “I’m not going anywhere. You think I’ll just stand by while you face this alone?”Zen’s gaze softened, but he wasn’t ready to give in. Not yet. “It’s not like what you’ve dealt with before. You don’t understand what you’re walking into.”“I understand more than you think,” she said quietly, her hand finding his. “I’m not scared of what’s going on here. I’m scared of losing you.”The words hit Zen like a punch to the gut. He had always kept people at arm’s length, always controlled the distanc
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Zen's breath came out in steady bursts as he looked at the workers sprawled across the floor, the fight now over. The room fell silent, save for the soft groans from the defeated. Zen stood still for a moment, his body still humming with adrenaline, savoring the rush of the confrontation. But the job wasn’t finished.He glanced over at Rosalia, who had been standing back, watching him. Her eyes were wide, but there was something else in them, something that Zen couldn’t quite decipher.“Are you alright?” Zen asked, his voice softer now, though there was still an edge to it.Rosalia met his gaze, nodding slowly. "Yeah... just a little shaken. That was... intense." She took a step forward, her eyes scanning the room as if making sure everything was truly over. “You don’t do things by halves, do you?”Zen gave a dry laugh. "I prefer efficiency," he said, wiping his hands off on his jacket, though the blood didn’t seem to faze him. “I don’t waste time.”Rosalia watched him closely, her l
Chapter 99
The air outside the warehouse was cold, carrying a metallic scent that hinted at rust and decay. Zen stepped out of his car, his sharp gaze scanning the deserted lot. The faint hum of machinery echoed from within the towering structure ahead of him, and despite its eerie stillness, he knew the place wasn’t empty.He pushed the car door shut, his boots crunching against the gravel as he approached the entrance. Diane’s words had been clear: “That place is haunted. Everyone who works there gets sick. It’s not right.” Haunted wasn’t the word Zen would use, but he couldn’t shake the suspicion that there was more to this than superstition.“Tom?”He stopped in his tracks at the sound of his alias, his body instantly alert. Turning, he saw her—Rosalia, stepping out from behind a rusted metal container. Her dark hair was loosely tied back, and her expression was one of both surprise and curiosity.“Rosalia,” he said, the tension easing from his shoulders. “What are you doing here?”“I could
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Zen closed the door to his study, the faint hum of activity from the mansion fading as he leaned back in his chair. He pulled his phone from his pocket and scrolled through his contacts until he found Sinclair’s name. With a sigh, he hit the call button. It rang twice before a familiar voice answered, sharp and teasing. “Well, well, if it isn’t the ghost himself. Thought you forgot how to use a phone, Chief.” Zen smirked faintly, settling into his chair. “I’ve been busy.” “Busy not calling me, apparently,” Sinclair said. “What’s going on?” “There’s a situation,” Zen began, his tone turning serious. “I’ve got a client. A girl named Diane and her father. He’s having some kind of health issue—collapsed earlier today. She claims it started after he took a job at a warehouse.” Sinclair chuckled. “And you think it’s the job? What, is she blaming ghosts now?” “She is,” Zen said flatly. Sinclair laughed louder this time. “Come on, Chief. You don’t actually believe that nonsense,
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Zen’s gaze flicked between Diane and her father. “Let’s clear one thing up,” he said, his tone sharp enough to cut through the tension. “There’s no such thing as ghosts.”Diane frowned, crossing her arms. “You don’t know that. You weren’t there.”“I don’t need to be,” Zen replied. “Whatever’s happening at that warehouse, it’s not supernatural. People like to blame what they don’t understand on ghosts or curses. It’s easier than finding the real cause.”The old man shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Still, strange things happen there. Things I can’t explain.”Zen leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Then I’ll look into it.”Diane raised an eyebrow. “You will?”“Yes. But I’ll need full cooperation from both of you. No hiding details, no dodging questions.”The old man nodded hesitantly. “Of course. Anything you need.”Zen reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a small piece of folded paper. He handed it to Diane without a word.“What’s this?” she asked, unfolding it.“I
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Zen leaned against the wall of the alley, his gaze fixed on Diane as she hovered near the café door, her father leaning heavily against her shoulder. She looked at Zen uncertainly, her brow furrowed.“What now?” she asked, shifting under her father’s weight.“Bring him here,” Zen said, gesturing toward the alley.Diane hesitated, then started guiding her father forward. “You’re not going to leave again, are you?”Zen shook his head. “Just bring him.”As they approached, Zen pulled his phone from his pocket, tapping the screen. A few moments later, the distant rumble of an engine echoed down the street.“What’s going on?” Diane asked, her voice edged with suspicion.Zen didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he slid the phone back into his pocket and nodded toward the street.A sleek black limousine pulled up to the curb, its glossy exterior reflecting the neon lights of the city. The driver stepped out, moving briskly to open the rear door.Diane blinked, her grip tightening on her fathe
Chapter 95
The news came on, cutting through the quiet hum of the room. Zen sat at the edge of his seat, the coffee cup in his hand warm but untouched. Suddenly, “How crazy is it! The president of Mega has finally been revealed,” a voice from the TV echoed through the café.Zen’s grip tightened on the cup. His face remained blank. The anchor’s voice filled the room, recounting events that had unraveled. He didn’t wait to hear the rest. The ceramic cup slipped from his fingers, shattering as it hit the floor. Zen stood abruptly, ignoring the mess as he made his way toward the door.Before he could reach it, the door swung open, and an older man stumbled inside, clutching his chest. He hit the ground with a thud, gasping for air.Zen stopped, his jaw tightening.A girl knelt beside the man, her hands trembling as she tried to steady him. Her wide, desperate eyes darted toward Zen.“Please,” she said, her voice shaking. “Please, help him.”Zen’s gaze flicked to her, then back to the man on the fl
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In the Rossi Mansion, Malia stormed into her family estate, her heart pounding with guilt, anger, and desperation. The confrontation with Zen had stirred something deep inside her, something she’d tried to suppress for years. The weight of everything she had done—or failed to do—now felt unbearable. She entered the grand dining room, where her family sat, already deep in conversation. Their glances flicked toward her, but none of them spoke. They knew something was coming.“Do you all even care?!” Malia’s voice echoed through the room, startling them. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”Her father, always the imposing figure, raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about, Malia?”Malia’s hands trembled with frustration. “You! All of you! The way you treated Tom—how you tore him apart, pushed him down, humiliated him. You don’t even see it, do you?”Her mother’s voice was sharp and dismissive. “Malia, calm down. You’re overreacting. What happened between Tom and this family—”“N
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In a cabin somewhere in the city, Zen sat by the window, his gaze fixed on the sprawling forest beyond. The cabin, a place he'd visited many times as a child, was now a silent witness to his inner turmoil. The storm outside mirrored the chaos inside him—angry winds howling through the trees, heavy rain pounding against the roof.He couldn’t stop thinking about what had transpired earlier—his reveal, the faces of the Big Four, and the look in Malia’s eyes as she realized he was more than just her ex-husband’s shadow. A knock on the door startled him out of his thoughts.“Chief?” It was Keisha’s voice. “Mind if I come in?”Zen didn’t answer immediately. He wasn’t sure if he wanted anyone to see him like this. But after a long pause, he stood up and opened the door.Keisha stepped inside, her presence warm and grounded, the opposite of what Zen felt. She looked at him, her eyes soft with concern. “You okay?”Zen shook his head. “No.”Keisha studied him for a moment. “I figured as much.
