Lucas Empire Records 소설 & 이야기

The deal had more loopholes than a fisherman’s net, but what advice do you give a man who would burn the world to ash just to keep his wife and kids out of the smoke? ”So, what’s the news with Lucas?” Nora asked. “There was nothing, Nora,” Emilia sighed, her shoulders dropping. “There was no record of a Lucas matching your description anywhere. No birth certificate. No death certificate. Nothing.” The guy was either a ghost, a fugitive, or working for someone deep enough to remove or create a soul for earth. It was obviously the latter, but I didn't say that out loud. ”Oh... so he’s a bad idea then?” Nora’s face fell, the light in her eyes dimming.

"Lucas is the most qualified person in this room," I continue. "And consider this: by supporting Lucas, we're setting a precedent. For the first time since the establishment of this empire, we're saying that the leadership of this company isn’t limited to only the Roderigo family. This means that any one of you here could potentially lead this empire one day, based on merit rather than bloodline."

Lucas looked at him for a long time before laughing with all his Might and then approached him looking directly into his eyes and saying "Do you know what the best part of the story is, Lucien, you don't know anything." Looking at the forgetful eyes that expanded anxiously, he said to slowly raise his hand as he looked at him slyly "Emilia remembers everything, Lucien. she's got her memory back. she wants her baby." Everyone looked at Lucien with great concern, but he maintained his nerves as he looked at Lucas, who was standing in front of him very arrogantly with the remaining calm nerves

"Stefanini Enterprises." His deep voice echoed in the hallway making Emmaline freeze in her steps. Frowning, she turned around but almost got a heart attack finding him standing so close to her. Emmaline quickly moved back and again shifted her eyes toward him when he suddenly held a card in front of her eyes taking her off guard. "What-" "My father's company. Many vacancies for technicians and computer specialists have been released last week. The recruitment is currently going on so you can apply there." Matteo answered her questions and handed her the card.

My throat dries. Lucien moves between the desks now, eyes shifting, taking stock. “You’ll notice the powerless often see the clearest. They learn how to read the room. How to survive. Sometimes they bend power without anyone noticing—until it’s too late.” He passes my row. Doesn’t stop. Doesn’t look. Returns to the board. “This,” he continues, tapping the board once, “is a list of lovers.” He writes four names in quick succession: Damon Salvatore. Edward Cullen.

His private investigator had dug deep into Lucas’s history, uncovering a deal Lucas had made during his early days at V Corp. The deal wasn’t illegal, but it was controversial. Lucas had used personal assets to secure an international expansion, bypassing traditional board approval. If spun the right way, it could paint him as reckless and untrustworthy. Mark leaned back in his chair, his smirk growing. “So much for the perfect leader,” he muttered. Emma entered, carrying two glasses of wine. “You look pleased with yourself.” Mark took a glass, swirling the liquid thoughtfully. “Lucas may have built his empire on discipline, but even he has skeletons. And I’m about to drag them into the ligh

He looked at her from behind the desk, brow furrowed slightly. She laid a USB and two envelopes on the desk. Internally shaking with excited and anticipation. “…so, I'll just go straight to the point on this one. There’s a lot of noise around Marco’s recent deals. Property flips I heard, but not clean ones. He’s using shell companies tied to an offshore name I’ve seen before.” Lucas picked up the envelope without opening it. “And Alecia?”

Her fingers found the rabbit’s ear and smoothed it. The man finally spoke. “We have orders to ask you about property transfers linked to Blackwell Global,” he said. “We have a few transactions that look irregular. We need to know where you got funds from, and who you spoke to in the last year.” Elara stared at him. “I don’t know what you mean. I have no funds. I left everything.” He opened the folder again. A single paper slid free. It was a printout of a transfer. The numbers were small but real. There were bank names, dates. Her name was on one line. The feeling that rose in her chest was not fear but cold.

For themselves, for the empire, and for the people who still believed in the dream of Lupis Imperium. Together, they would rebuild. Together, they would rise.

His pride cracked. His voice broke. “FUCK YOU, NEXUS!!” The cry echoed through the office, but nothing changed—except the burning now crawled into every inch of his body. It was too painful, he'd almost considered praying to the gods to smite him right there and then. But not yet. He had things to do. He needed to know what happened to the empire and the emperor he used to serve 1000 years ago. Something Selena, a mortal, could never give him answers, but then again... fuck fate and its stupid eyebrows.