LOGINAmara’s smile widened, cold and sharp, cutting through his excuses like a blade. She leaned back in the large CEO’s chair, looking at him as one would look at a child caught stealing candy: amused, disappointed, and entirely in control.“Is that so, Uncle?” she asked, her tone dripping with mock sweetness. “You told them I was unstable, unfit, and incapable… all because you were worried about my health? You whispered to them that I was too young, too naive, too confused… and you did that out of the goodness of your heart? Tell me… did you also mention to them how you visited every single director’s office one by one, long before this meeting? Did you tell them how you promised them higher positions, bigger shares, and full authority… if only they would stand against hand and me the company over to you?”Damian went completely still. His face drained of all color until he looked like a ghost.Edgar stiffened in his seat, his jaw tightening so hard the muscles stood out. His calm, ruthl
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
Amara didn’t remember when she had started.One moment, she was reading through Zogo’s mother’s medical files, the faded printouts and handwritten notes spread across the desk like an incomplete puzzle. The next, she was on her feet, marker in hand, scribbling formulas, chemical breakdowns, and arr
Inside the room, the air was warmer. The curtains were drawn, shadows spilling across the bed and walls. Zogo shut the door behind them, the faint click sounding far louder than it should have.Amara moved to set her bag down on the small table, fingers lingering on the worn strap.“I suppose you’r
The distillation apparatus hissed faintly, coils sweating under the wavering heat. A thin ribbon of steam curled upward, catching the light as though it wanted to be noticed. In the glass vessel, the pale antidote swirled, just for a second, into an odd pearly sheen before settling again into perfe
The chamber glowed in shades of amber and silver as the strange mix of old and new machines began to hum. Glass tubes carried golden liquid that pulsed and dripped, each drop sounding like the heartbeat of the antidote they were making.Zogo stood next to Amara, pretending to focus on the process on







