ログインEdgar and Damian exchanged a sharp, knowing glance. Finally, it clicked in their minds that this was exactly why Amara had survived that assassination attempt at the cemetery days ago. She hadn’t been lucky, and she certainly hadn’t been defenseless. She had been ready.A cold shiver ran through both men. Fear coiled tight in their chests.Does she know it was us?Does she know we sent those killers?They studied her carefully. Up until now, she had only moved against Morrie, Campos, and the other directors who had openly stolen funds or sabotaged the company. She had never once mentioned the attack, never hinted that she knew who was behind it. They told themselves that she must still be as naive and sheltered as she appeared. She had only gone after the ones whose crimes were obvious, right in front of everyone’s eyes. She couldn’t possibly know about the darker, secret things they had done.Convinced that she was still easy to manipulate, they decided to test their luck and make th
Traveno Knox.Just the name alone carried enormous weight and authority. He was the untouchable leader of Thione Corporation, a man who stood at the very peak of the industry, great and feared by all. Countless powerful companies had spent years, poured in endless resources, and tried every possible way just to establish even the smallest connection with him. Most never even managed to secure a single meeting. Many had gone bankrupt or faded away entirely while desperately chasing his favor.Yet here sat Amara, speaking of him as if their partnership had been settled and sealed long ago, as if Treveno Knox was simply an extension of her own will, a tool she could use whenever and however she pleased.Damian’s thoughts became increasingly tangled and complicated.Just how many people did she truly know? How many alliances, agreements, and powerful connections had she quietly built behind the scenes, without anyone noticing, without anyone suspecting? And more importantly, just how much
They thought she was inexperienced. They thought she knew nothing about business. A young woman they could easily manipulate and control.What they didn't know was that although they had never met Amara in person, every move they made was still under her observation. Months ago, several of these very same directors had approached Traveno Knox, her subordinate and the powerful CEO of Thione Corporation, regarding potential collaborations and investment opportunities. They spent countless hours in meetings with him, presenting proposals, discussing company strategies, and negotiating terms they believed would benefit them the most. Some proudly boasted about their achievements within Musk Company, while others exaggerated their contributions in hopes of gaining favor with a man they saw as one of the most influential figures in the industry.They believed they were dealing directly with the decision maker. They thought Traveno held all the power and made all the calls on his own.What t
He leaned back against the leather seat, his eyes still glued to the screen, watching her cold, fierce expression as she issued her commands."Everyone in the city thinks you are fragile, thinks you are a doll to be played with... but I knew better. I knew exactly what you were capable of from the moment you spoke to me."He let out a low, breathless laugh, his eyes shining with respect and excitement."You are terrifying when you handle business, Mrs. Walton... absolutely terrifying. But God... you are magnificent to watch."He turned the phone slightly, zooming in on her face, memorizing the confidence radiating from her."Those men in there thought they were the sharks... but they didn't realize they had just walked into the den of a lioness. And my... what a beautiful lioness you are."Finn, still glancing nervously at the rearview mirror, saw Zogo laughing and talking softly to himself while looking at the screen. He turned back to Brook, his expression one of pure bewilderment."
Zogo sat comfortably in the back seat, his eyes locked intently on the live stream feed coming straight from the conference room. He had a perfect, crystal clear view of Amara sitting tall and proud in the massive CEO’s chair, the very seat that represented absolute authority and control over the empire. He watched every movement she made, every word she spoke with unshakable command, the way she dismantled her enemies one by one with a precision and sharp intelligence that rivaled even his own.The woman sitting in the CEO’s chair was strikingly beautiful, yet there was a cold, sharp edge to her beauty that made everyone in the room hold their breath. She had long, glossy black hair that fell straight and smooth past her shoulders, framing a face that was pale, flawless, and incredibly serene. Her features were a delicate soft jawline, fair skin, and lips painted in a deep, rich shade of red that stood out vividly against her pale complexion, giving her a look of quiet, dangerous ele
"I know you both hold 5% shares of the company each. Since you are no longer part of us, you have no right to keep them. You will sign the transfer of those shares right now. Sell them to anyone sitting in this room who is willing to buy them. Once the papers are signed and the payment is settled, you will leave this building and never set foot here again. Do you understand?"Morrie and Campos exchanged a desperate look. They wanted to protest. They wanted to refuse. Those shares were their pension, their security, their wealth. Giving them up hurt more than anything. Morrie opened his mouth, trying to find some last bit of resistance."But... but those shares are legally ours! We earned them through years of service! You cannot force us to sell them unless we agree..."He hadn't even finished speaking when the lawyer stepped forward again, adjusting his glasses and speaking in a grave, serious tone that sent chills through their bones."Director Morrie, Director Campos... let me remi
Amara walked slowly down the corridor of the Musk estate, her footsteps hushed against the polished floor. The grand hallways, lined with oil paintings and heavy curtains, seemed to press in on her, whispering of history and responsibility. At the end stood her grandfather’s study room. The heavy w
The car rolled to a slow stop in front of the Musk estate, its headlights washing over the stone steps. Amara stretched her arms above her head, yawning as if she had just woken from a pleasant nap instead of a long ride. She moved lazily, unbothered by the weight of the evening. Behind her, Cristy
Amara let herself fall onto the bed, too tired to even change her clothes. She closed her eyes, trying to rest, when suddenly her phone buzzed beside her. The screen lit up Grandfather.She quickly answered. “Grandfather?”“Amara,” Victor’s voice came, warm but firm. “When are you coming back to th
The temple lab was unlike any sterile hospital. Smooth stone walls, etched faintly with ancient runes, glowed with a muted warmth from hidden channels of light. Incense burned in the corner, its earthy smoke winding through the air, masking the sharper scent of alcohol and herbs from the worktables







