ログインThe Return of the VultureThe drizzle enveloping London this morning felt like a bad omen for anyone familiar with the bloody history of the Thorne family. In front of the towering Thorne Enterprise building, rows of security personnel in black uniforms stood rigid, yet there was something different. They were no longer Elena’s Vanguard Unit, but private mercenaries bearing the golden predator insignia the symbol of Eleanor Thorne’s old faction.Liora Thorne stepped out of her black Rolls-Royce, wearing a sharp maroon formal dress paired with a black fur coat draped over her shoulders. Beside her, Mavric Thorne walked with the aid of a black wooden cane topped with silver. Although his leg was still recovering from the gunshot wound in Siberia, the authority radiating from his gaze remained undiminished.However, their steps halted in the main lobby."Apologies, Mr. Mavric, Ms. Liora. Your access to this building has been temporarily suspended based on the order of the Board of T
The Heart of the DragonThe air inside the tunnel leading to the volcano's core felt hot and heavy, as if every breath Liora took was filled with sulfur dust and the scent of death. The walls were not carved from natural stone, but constructed from black carbon steel, covered in flickering electronic circuits a technological marvel that could never exist on a remote island without the infinite funding of the Syndicate.Liora held onto Mavric’s arm, helping her husband walk. Although Mavric had been injected with high-dose painkillers by the Vanguard medical team, his face remained pale. Yet, his eyes were as sharp as ever, staring straight into the darkness ahead."Mavric, if the man inside really is Arthur Thorne... what will you do?" Liora whispered, her voice echoing in the silent corridor.Mavric paused for a moment. He looked at his hands, stained with dried blood. "If he is the Arthur I knew, then he is the man who taught me that love is weakness. If he is alive, then all
The Island of SinsThe alarm system of the C-17 cargo plane roared loudly, shattering the silence of the cabin that was once filled with hope for homecoming. Red lights flashed in a sickening rhythm, indicating that the fly-by-wire control system had been completely hijacked by an external force."Athena! We've lost control! The plane is being forced to decelerate and drop altitude!" Captain Kael shouted, his hands fighting desperately against the joystick that moved on its own.Liora Thorne gripped the sides of the medical bed where Mavric lay. Her face was pale, but her eyes remained focused. "Duke... that bastard.” He didn't just hack our communications; he planted a trojan in this plane's hardware back when we were still in London!"On the main monitor, the face of the Duke of Hamilton the man who had guided Liora in the business world with a friendly smile and wise advice appeared calm. There was no longer any trace of warmth in his eyes, only the coldness of a predator who
The Commander's WrathThe sky over London that night seemed to weep in sympathy, yet inside the secret command center of Thorne Manor, the atmosphere was hotter than hell itself. Liora Thorne shed no more tears. The sorrow she felt upon discovering Mavric’s true identity that he was the son of the man who had massacred her family had frozen into a pure, icy rage."Leo, I do not need permission from the board of directors.”“I do not need diplomatic protocols," Liora’s voice resonated throughout the room filled with holographic screens. She wore tight black tactical gear, her hair pulled back into a high ponytail, accentuating facial features that now looked as hard as diamond.Leo Vance stood frozen. This was the first time he had ever seen Mrs. Thorne emit an aura even more terrifying than Mavric’s own. "Ma'am, if you deploy the Vanguard unit without coordinating with the Russian government, we will trigger an international incident."Liora turned, staring at Leo with sharp, bla
The Sins of the FatherThe snowfall in London had begun to ease, but the piercing cold still enveloped the city. Inside Thorne Manor, the atmosphere felt suffocatingly tense. Although Liora’s victory at the global press conference had sent Thorne Group stocks soaring, for Mavric, it was merely a temporary triumph before the greater storm arrived.The message from the mysterious figure regarding "That Man"..the man suspected to be Mavric’s biological father had transformed the Dragon into an even more reclusive and dangerous entity.Mavric stood in his dimly lit study, illuminated only by the glow of satellite monitors. Before him, Leo Vance stood perfectly erect."Have you arranged everything, Leo?" Mavric’s voice was hoarse, heavy with the weight of a dark secret."Yes, Sir.”The private jet is ready to depart in one hour.Destination: Norilsk, Siberia. Our security units have already isolated the 'Black Raven' prison sector. “Not a single Syndicate agent can enter there without
The Queen's ShieldThe morning in London had never felt this silent to Liora Thorne. Inside the spacious master bedroom, the winter sunlight struggled to pierce through the heavy silk curtains. Liora sat on the edge of the bed, watching Mavric as he still slept. Her husband’s face looked calm, but Liora knew that behind that tranquility lay a storm of identity ready to consume them both.Mavric was not a Thorne. He was an orphan from Russia, molded by Eleanor to become a false emperor. Meanwhile, Liora the girl who had always been considered an outsider in this family was the true, pure-blooded heir."Why are you looking at me like that, my Queen?" Mavric’s voice was low as he slowly opened his eyes. There was no shock, only a sharp gaze filled with dark devotion.Liora caressed Mavric’s firm jawline. "I was just thinking... how many lies you have carried alone for the past fifteen years, Mav."Mavric caught Liora’s hand, kissing her palm with an intensity that made her shiver
The Ghost in the MachineThe storm lashed against London as if nature itself mourned the shattering of a promise within the Thorne Manor. Inside the cold underground chamber, Mavric Thorne still knelt on the concrete floor, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. Before him, the
The 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 worl
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
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.







