The Billionaire Alpha's Revenge의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

The news of the hundred-million-dollar acquisition hit Sterling Industries like a seismic shockwave. The purchase of a plot of land wasn't unusual, but the price tag, coupled with the land's notorious reputation, was corporate suicide in the eyes of the board and Wall Street.The phone in Katherine's office began ringing before she even arrived the next morning. It was a cacophony of panicked investors, furious board members, and opportunistic journalists, all clamoring for an explanation. The company's stock, which had been steadily recovering, plummeted at the opening bell, shedding nearly fifteen percent of its value in the first hour.The emergency board meeting was convened in an atmosphere of open hostility. Katherine sat at the head of the long, polished table, her face an unreadable mask of calm, but the tension in the room was so thick she could taste it—a metallic tang of fear and betrayal.David Sterling was gone, but his influence lingered like a cancer. The directors he h

With Marcus Thorne now part of his nascent pack, Jack’s ability to project power into the physical world had increased exponentially. While Marcus began the quiet work of building a small, loyal security team from the shadows, Jack turned his attention back to the rot within his own family.David Sterling was a snake, and Jack had only scotched it, not killed it. Humiliated and cast out from the company, David’s resentment had festered into a poisonous, all-consuming hatred. He had lost his fortune and his future, and he blamed one person: Jack Miller. He was desperate, and a desperate man is a dangerous one.Alia Chen, Jack’s digital ghost, had been watching him. From her secure server farm, she had woven a web of surveillance around David, a web so subtle he would never detect it. His emails, his calls, his financial transactions—she saw it all. And what she found confirmed Jack’s suspicions.David was preparing to sell his last, most valuable asset: betrayal.He had managed to reta

The scent was overwhelming, a nauseating cocktail that assaulted Jack’s heightened senses with the force of a physical blow. The metallic tang of fresh and drying blood, thick and cloying, mingled with the sharp, acrid odor of gunpowder. Underneath it all lay the scorched smell of fried electronics from the destroyed security systems, the damp petrichor of the trampled rose garden, and the uniquely gamey, musky scent of dead werewolves. It was the smell of a slaughterhouse, dropped into the heart of a billionaire’s sanctuary.The moon, cold and indifferent, cast long, distorted shadows across the lawn. Twisted fragments of what was once a reinforced transport vehicle littered the manicured grass like the bones of some metallic beast. Shards of ballistic glass glittered like cruel diamonds amidst the carnage. And the bodies… the bodies were the worst part. They lay contorted in the unnatural postures of violent death, their forms caught somewhere between man and beast, a grotesque test

The next afternoon, the grand foyer of the Sterling mansion felt… theatrical. Susan Sterling, dressed in an elegant cream-colored dress, fluttered about with a nervous energy, ensuring the lighting was soft and the ambient music was set to a soothing chime. She was a woman clinging to any semblance of control after the traumatic “gas explosion,” and today, that control came in the form of a man who called himself Master Valerius.When he arrived, Valerius was everything one would expect from a high-end spiritual guru. He was tall and slender, with silvering hair tied back in a neat ponytail and eyes of a startlingly pale blue. He wore a flowing, dark silk robe embroidered with subtle silver symbols that seemed to shift in the light. He carried a polished wooden box and exuded an aura of serene, ancient wisdom. It was a masterful performance.Jack and Catherine stood on the mezzanine overlooking the foyer, watching the scene unfold. To Susan, Valerius was a savior. To them, he was a vi

The fallout was immediate and catastrophic. For Kael, it was like waking up to find his entire circulatory system had been ripped out.The next morning, acting on an anonymous tip backed by a mountain of irrefutable, systematically organized data, federal agents swarmed the offices of Apex Consolidated Holdings. The raid was the lead story on every news channel. Simultaneously, Ben Carter, armed with the same data, executed a series of devastatingly precise short-sells and asset freezes through offshore accounts, targeting every legitimate business connected to Kael. His commercial empire, built over years of violence and intimidation, crumbled into dust in less than twelve hours. The Iron Fist Brotherhood, implicated in the laundering scheme, found themselves in the crosshairs of a federal investigation, and their loyalty to a now-powerless Kael evaporated instantly.Kael was crippled. His money was gone, his human allies had scattered, and his authority was in tatter