LOGINFeast in the Heart of the TigerThe humid, sweltering air of Jakarta seemed to seep through the pores of Mavric Thorne’s custom Savile Row suit.However, what troubled him more than the tropical temperature was the middle-aged man standing in front of his private jet at Soekarno-Hatta Airport.The man, who introduced himself as Surya, possessed an aura that belonged only to those who had long reigned in the grey zone between law and crime.The scorpion tattoo on his arm was not merely decoration; it was a mark of authority."You brought quite a few guards with you, Mr. Thorne," Surya said, puffing on his clove cigar, its distinct aroma filling the tarmac. "But in Jakarta, the number of weapons guarantees no safety. What matters is who you know."Mavric pulled Liora closer, his arm wrapping possessively around her waist, making no attempt to hide it."I didn't come here for lessons in etiquette, Surya. I am here for business... and for answers."Liora stared at Surya with sharp yet pr
The Jakarta ConnectionSilence enveloped the master bedroom of Thorne Manor, a stark contrast to the bloody chaos at the port of Dover just hours ago. Moonlight streamed through the large windows, illuminating the shattered glass on the floor and an old photograph lying amidst the debris. Liora White sat on the edge of the bed, her breathing still heavy. Her hands, usually so steady when hacking the world's most complex firewalls, were now trembling violently.In her other hand, she held a piece of paper left behind by Eleanor a final secret designed to shatter Liora’s sanity right when she thought she had won.Project Nusantara - 2005. Find the man with the scorpion tattoo in Jakarta."Liora?" Mavric’s deep voice broke the silence.Mavric entered the room, having changed into a black silk robe after washing away the remnants of blood from the battle at the docks. He immediately sensed that something was wrong. His eyes shifted from the broken glass to the photograph Liora had dro
The Dover BloodbathThe cold sea wind swept across the port of Dover, carrying a sharp scent of salt and rust. Under the dim glow of the docklights, a suffocating tension enveloped container number 404, which had just been blown open. Liora White stood frozen, staring at the man she had once considered her only remaining family. Thomas White stood there, his gun aimed directly at Mavric Thorne's heart. Beside him, Victor Volkov the mastermind of the international syndicate smiled with satisfaction, as if watching a perfect theatrical performance."Thomas... how could you?" Liora’s voice trembled, not from fear, but from boiling rage. "I got you across the border. I gave you a chance to atone for your sins against Mother!"Thomas laughed dryly, his sunken eyes radiating pure greed. "Sins? Liora, you are just as naive as your mother. In this world, morality is a luxury for those who have no debts. Volkov offered me absolute freedom and access to the Thorne endowment funds in Switzer
The Devil at the TableThe villa in Biarritz was supposed to be a sanctuary of peace after their deadly escape across the Pyrenees. Yet, the presence of the man sitting on the red velvet sofa transformed the atmosphere into a silent battlefield. Thomas White the man who should have been rotting in a maximum-security Swiss prison sipped his red wine casually, as if he were waiting for guests in his own home.Mavric Thorne stepped forward, his hands clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. His killing intent was so thick that the temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees. Without warning, Mavric lunged forward and grabbed Thomas by the collar, lifting him until his feet barely touched the floor."How did you get out?" Mavric growled, his voice low and deadly. "I personally ensured your sentence was life imprisonment."Thomas merely smiled faintly, his cunning eyes staring at Mavric with mockery. "Prison is a concept for those who don't hold the keys to its gates,
The Stateless ShadowsThe night in Madrid no longer felt romantic. The grand British Ambassador's Residence now felt like a gilded cage ready to collapse. Outside the gates, agents from Spanish intelligence and Interpol maintained a tight perimeter. News of the passport revocation of Mavric Thorne and his wife had exploded across international media, creating a financial scandal that sent Thorne Group stocks plummeting on the London exchange."Mother really did it," Mavric stared at the television screen showing his mother, Lady Eleanor, feigning tears in front of the public. "She destroyed my name just to seize control of the company."Liora stood beside him, wearing a black leather jacket she had found in the embassy's storage room. Her face showed no fear, only deep concentration. She was destroying her phone SIM cards and replacing them with encrypted ones she had made herself."She made a huge mistake, Mavric," Liora said, her voice cold and steady. "She thinks that by revok
The Spanish StandoffThe storm raging at Torrejón Air Base in Madrid seemed like the perfect backdrop for the chaos unfolding. Under the blinding glare of the runway lights, Mavric Thorne held Liora protectively in his arms, while the sirens of Spain’s National Police (Guardia Civil) closed in from all directions. The heavy thud of boots and the cocking of rifles shattered the wet silence of the night."Release her, Mavric," Duke Maximilian’s voice sounded calm yet authoritative. He stood under a black umbrella held by his bodyguard, looking at them with a faint smile. "Liora White is wanted by Interpol on charges of high-level industrial espionage. If you obstruct them, you will be dragged into an international crisis that could destroy the Thorne Group overnight."Mavric didn’t move an inch. Instead, he pulled Liora tighter against his chest, ignoring the rain soaking his expensive suit. "I don't care about international crises, Max. Anyone who tries to touch my wife tonight wil
The Last Card of a Desperate ManThe Azure Gala Night was more than just a regular corporate event; it was a display of absolute power. The Royal Albert Hall had been transformed into a futuristic structure with holographic projections of white phoenix birds floating above its dome, symbolizing Li
The Half-TruthDawn had not yet broken over the London skyline, but inside the main laboratory of Thorne Manor, the space glowed brighter than midday. Liora Thorne sat upright, her fingers dancing across a transparent keyboard with the precision of a neurosurgeon. Beside her, Mavric stood like an
The Devil's TransparencyThe explosion on Level 0B of Thorne Tower slowly subsided, leaving behind a pungent stench of sulfur and burnt metal. At the shattered doorway, Silas White and Miles Thorne were forced to retreat. The Nemesis Protocol activated by Liora was more than just electronic inter
The Shadow of DoubtThe morning after the confrontation at the vault was supposed to be a moment of reconciliation. But for Liora Thorne, every sweet word spoken by Mavric now sounded like a string of encrypted code. Even though Mavric had explained about his uncle, Miles Thorne, Liora’s skeptica







