MasukThe Throne’s DeclarationTonight, London’s sky was starless, as if dark clouds had gathered deliberately to conceal the grandeur unfolding at Thorne Plaza. The skyscraper emitted blue laser beams that pierced the sky, symbolizing the Thorne Group’s absolute dominance over Britain’s technology world following the phenomenal acquisition of Vanguard Tech.Inside the main hall, thousands of elite guests from the Prime Minister and nobles to oil tycoons had gathered. They were all present for one reason: Mavric Thorne was about to announce a "Pivotal Declaration" that would forever change the face of corporate power.In the private dressing room, Liora stood before a massive mirror. She wore a sleek black silk wedding gown a special request from Mavric, who wanted to show their marriage was not merely a sacred union, but an impenetrable alliance of darkness. The dress was studded with thousands of tiny diamonds that glittered like a galaxy with every movement.Liora’s hands trembled as
The New Queen of VanguardThe morning at Vanguard Tech had never felt this suffocating. Since eight o'clock, rumors of a sudden takeover by the Thorne Group had spread like wildfire across dry grass. Employees gathered in the lobby, whispering with pale faces. The news that Duke Julian Vane had mysteriously resigned and handed over all his assets to Mavric Thorne overnight sounded like a horror story to them.In the development department, Robert and his colleagues looked shaken. "If Thorne really takes over, we'll all be fired," Robert muttered as he wiped cold sweat from his forehead. "Especially after what we did to Lina Moore.”“What if she complains to the new management?""Relax, Robert," a senior manager replied with a forced, arrogant tone. "Lina Moore is just a lowly junior assistant.” Mavric Thorne won't even know her name. “She must have been kicked out last night for being considered Julian's leftover trash."Suddenly, the roar of luxury car engines sounded from th
The Wrath of the DragonPier 17 on the banks of the Thames looked like a graveyard of old ships forgotten by time. Thick fog shrouded the dark, murky water, carrying a sharp smell of salt and rust. Yet inside an abandoned container warehouse, bright halogen spotlights cast an ominous interrogation-style glow.Liora slowly opened her eyes. A throbbing pain pulsed in her neck from the sedative shot Victoria White had given her. She tried to move her hands, only to find herself bound to an iron chair bolted to the concrete floor."You're finally awake, Sister," Victoria's voice trilled with triumph. Victoria stood before her, twirling a small, gleaming scalpel under the lights. "I've always wondered what Mavric Thorne sees in you?”“You're just the daughter of a long-dead White family traitor."Liora took a deep breath, trying to clear her head. "Victoria... you're playing with fire.”If Mavric finds this place, he won't just lock you up. “He'll erase your name from history.""Ha
The Business Dinner TrapOn the morning after three days of "confinement" in Mavric’s laboratory, Liora returned to the Vanguard Tech building feeling more vigilant than ever. She knew her three-day absence had sparked waves of speculation throughout the office. As she stepped onto the executive floor, the atmosphere felt heavy and tense. There were no usual whispers; only cold stares from senior staff members.On her desk lay a dark gold envelope. Across the front it read: "EXECUTIVE ORDER: MANDATORY ATTENDANCE".Liora opened the envelope, and her heart seemed to stop for a moment. It was an invitation to a private business dinner at The Shard London’s most exclusive restaurant, with panoramic views of the entire city. However, what filled her with unease was the footnote at the bottom:"Attendance of Ms. Lina Moore as Junior Architect of Chimera is mandatory under Clause 12.4 of the Strategic Partnership Agreement. Non-attendance will be deemed a breach of data integrity. - Jul
The Gilded LaboratoryThat morning, the atmosphere at Thorne Group’s main headquarters was unlike usual. The presence of one “Lina Moore” a junior assistant from rival company Vanguard Tech escorted directly by Mavric Thorne’s personal secretary, Leo Vance, sparked sharp whispers in the corridors. Liora walked with her head bowed, wearing a deliberately stiff business suit, yet her intelligence still shone through behind her large glasses.“Ms. Moore, Mr. Thorne is waiting for you in Laboratory Zero,” Leo said in a flat but respectful tone. Only Leo knew that the woman before him was the building’s true owner.The door to Laboratory Zero opened with a retinal scan. The room was the pinnacle of world cyber technology; its walls were lined with signal-blocking material, filled with rows of humming supercomputer servers, and at its center lay a large holographic worktable.Mavric Thorne stood before a large glass window overlooking the London Eye. He had removed his suit jacket, wea
The Price of DisobedienceThat night, the breeze off the River Thames felt like cutting ice, but inside Mavric Thorne’s Rolls-Royce, the atmosphere was far more heated. The silence filling the car’s cabin was so thick that Liora’s breathing sounded like drumbeats.Liora sat huddled in the leather seat, still wearing her emerald green gown her shoulders shivering from cold and leftover adrenaline. Beside her, Mavric sat rigidly upright, his eyes staring straight ahead with no expression. His large hands were clenched on his knees, veins standing out taut against his skin.“Mavric… you can’t keep doing this,” Liora’s voice broke the silence, though it came out slightly hoarse. “You just bought 15% of Vanguard’s shares in front of everyone.”Tomorrow, every financial newspaper will speculate that you’re trying to swallow Julian’s company. “And they’ll wonder why the trigger was a junior assistant named Lina Moore.”Mavric slowly turned his face toward her. Streetlights streaming pa







