تسجيل الدخولTraveno 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
At the far end of the table, the three directors who respected Don Victor exchanged another look, barely able to contain their amusement and admiration.Look at them, Director Hale thought, suppressing a smirk. Morrie and Campos thought they were smart because they fooled the old man. But Don Victor never fools easily. He let them steal, he let them build their wealth, he let them feel safe... just so that one day, his granddaughter could come in, pull out the evidence, and crush them completely.They glanced at Amara, sitting there with such terrifying composure.Don Victor didn't just leave her the company. He left her every single secret, every single crime, every piece of evidence... all stored away, waiting for the day she would take her place as the true ruler of Musk Company.Cornered and exposed, Director Campos and Director Morrie’s fear quickly morphed into desperate, fiery anger. They slammed their hands on the table, standing up abruptly as they tried to turn the situation
The morning sun spilled through the arched windows of the Musk estate’s grand dining room, catching on polished silverware and bone-white china. The long table was set to perfection…. fresh bread, imported jams, soft-boiled eggs in sculpted cups. But at the head of it all sat an odd picture.Amara.
Damian stirred his black coffee once, twice, then set the gold spoon down with the same care he used to dismantle men. The leather seat of the luxury SUV adjusted slightly as the car bumped along the quiet provincial road, the early light catching in flashes through the tinted windows.Across from
The underground level of Walton Global Tower buzzed with quiet efficiency.No shouting. No chaos. Just precision.Zogo stood in the center of the operations floor, his coat off, dressed in a dark tailored combat suit lined with discreet armor plating a blend of elegance and intimidation. Over it, F
Zogo’s POVThe chandelier above glittered like a thousand fake stars.....too perfect, too distant, too cold.It caught every edge of movement below.....every swirl of champagne, every whisper behind fans and flutes, every hungry glance tucked behind polite laughter. But Zogo didn’t care for the lig







