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When I showed my card to the security man, he appeared on my side and shut me off with one sentence to the security man, " Daniel Rodriguez, friend of Harman Graviel" My head apparently buzzed after the revelation,he made to me. He was friend with Harman Graviel, the top business of this city. He had a plenty of bar business and I wasn't shocked to find out that this mysterious underground area was owned by him. But my stranger really surprised me to that extent that I didn't dare to breath deeply. We both walked inside together and I was pretty much sure that my walk was looking nothing better than puppet.

I asked him. “Marquess Ilca Noarem Usain Sloven?” dad asked. That’s quite a long name for a single person or demon. “Who is that?” I confusedly asked. “This man,” he said, then he showed me a picture of the demon that he’s talking about in the air and it was Minus. “That’s him,” I said. “So he also went to your world,” he said. “I think so, and he destroyed quite a few properties in our world and I dealt with him,” I told him.

Thoughts raced through my mind, wondering what this man's true intentions were and what awaited Lia if we didn't act swiftly. Finally, a notification chimed on Liam's phone, breaking the silence that had settled over us. We all leaned in closer, eager to hear the news. Liam's eyes scanned the message, his expression shifting from anticipation to a mix of relief and determination. "They found something," Liam announced, his voice filled with a renewed sense of purpose. "The man's name is David Hartley. He's a wealthy businessman with a long history of suspicious activities. He's been involved in human trafficking and has connections with corrupt officials."

"Why do you always react so negatively whenever Stilliam shows up? From his first appearance in front of the Luna unit to the incident just now, you always seem to be waving a battle flag at him. What's wrong with you?" Skyden looked a little flustered; he looked away for a moment before coming up with a defense. "The thing is, Stilliam is the right-hand man of The Raven's leader. He's a very dangerous man, and he's Black Lotus's arch-enemy. You know that yourself, Vance." "Huh? That stiff, annoying jerk? The right-hand man of The Raven's leader? Don't joke around," Bentley cut in quickly, his face betraying utter disbelief.

"My name is Elena Hart. And I'm here to tell you the truth about my father." The room went silent. I pulled out the photographs. The documents. The letter from Mira Black, signed and dated and notarized twenty-two years ago. I placed them on the table. "Elias Hart wasn't a saint," I said. "But he wasn't the villain you've been told he was. And the man who's been buying up your companies, your assets, your futures?" I looked at Lucien. He nodded. "The real villain," I said, "has been dead for twenty years. But his crimes didn't die with him. And it's time someone paid for them."

She paused, letting the name settle. “Today, I strip that shadow away. Today, we bring the devil into the light.” A screen behind her lit up, revealing the grainy but damning image of Elias with the scar on his jaw. “This man has infiltrated businesses, murdered innocents, and attempted to dismantle an empire for one reason: envy. Not justice. Not loyalty. Just envy.” She let the silence linger before dropping the next bomb. “And we have names. Financial trails. Transactions linking Elias to enemies in Paris, Istanbul, and the Triad expansion in Hong Kong.”

“We were unaware of this. None of our spies got wind of it. It was only today we looked into it when we found him standing at the entrance of her company.” “He went under my radar,” I grinned. “He is also associated with a man known as Mr. Thompson. From the records his real name is Kelvin Black. Sentenced to life for eight murders but died in jail. A few years later he reappeared at Thompson with no last name.” “How did they meet?” “We haven’t found that out yet.” “Look into it. I want more people around the penthouse. Harvey and Lucille must be safe,” I instructed. “On it.” He headed for the door but I stopped him.

“It was Elias. I would recognize the cocky bastard anywhere.” Elias. The name was a fresh wave of fury. The one who had kidnapped Lillian at the hotel grounds. The one who had threatened her at the tournament. The one who had smugly declared the bond would weaken without a claiming. He had been here, within our grasp, and he had escaped.

Her loyalty was legendary in the dark circles of the underworld, driven by an unspoken affection that went beyond mere duty. The Russo family was a formidable force in the underworld, known for their mafia connections and ruthless enforcement of their will. Ellen’s background was marked by unspeakable acts—assassinations, betrayals, and manipulations—carried out with cold precision and a fervent dedication to Helena. Her brutal actions were fueled by a love that transcended professional duty. Arriving at Ellen’s opulent home, Helena was met by a grand entrance hall adorned with dark wood and rich fabrics. Ellen’s residence was a reflection of her family's power, a fortress of both elegance a

And then— Penthouse. Marble floors. Silver fixtures. A view of the entire Manhattan skyline. It was sleek. Silent. Surgical. At the end of the hall, a man waited. Lucian D’Argento. His name didn’t appear in any official database. No public records. No photographs in the tabloids. But Ayla had read enough criminal case files to know that every whispered syndicate report led back to one ghost. The man who erased people. The man who ended families.