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" Hey, Sandra." " You are still on that?" Her secretary asked. " Yes. Unfortunately, I am not progressing." " Why don't you pick another? That would not hurt your 'perfect daughter' record," Sandra advised. " I must refuse," Morgan said. " I do not look back when my hand is on the plough and is not planning on starting that record now. I am sure I will figure it out. I am closer to figuring it out than when I just started anyway." " I must give up. You can never be convinced anyway." Sandra walked up to Morgan's desk.

"If I die, don't hold a funeral for me. Cremate me and scatter my ashes into the sea. I want… to be free to go anywhere I want." Blake's voice shook. "Anna…" "Promise me." "…I promise." I laughed. "Thank you." The countdown hit zero. In my head, the system notification sounded. "Strategy failed. Erasure protocol initiated." I closed my eyes and waited for the end. But then… nothing happened. I opened my eyes again and stared out at the sea. Out on the water, the sun was slowly rising over the horizon. Golden light spilled across the surface of the sea, so beautiful that it stole my breath.

No wonder I had given up entirely and walked away. He could not bring himself to go home. He was afraid that the moment he stepped inside, he would see me on that stretcher again, covered in blood. Every corner of that house was soaked in guilt. He sat alone at a bar and drank until he could not see straight. Meanwhile, I had landed overseas with my son Adam and immediately contacted a lawyer. I transferred the shares that Jasper's grandfather had left in trust to my own name and hired a nanny and a nutritionist for Adam.

Chapter 16 Hannah's POV The shift from the high-stakes tension of the conference room to the quiet hum of my new workspace was a relief I hadn't expected. I needed to breathe, and I needed to survive. ​Mateo didn't ask for a war. When I walked into his office to finalize the paperwork, there were no maps of Luke’s weaknesses or plans to leak island footage. Instead, there was a clean desk and a stack of creative briefs for an international travel campaign.

A beat. "Starting now."

He didn’t deserve my forgiveness, not anymore. “Are we ready?” Justin asked, his voice bright with energy. A chorus of cheers and echoes rang through the room, everyone eager, motivated, ready to take on the morning. “Good,” he continued, “now let’s start counting those steps.” He led us out of the building and onto the open road, where the cool morning air carried a faint freshness. The group surged forward, feet hitting the pavement in rhythm.

This time I would finish him. "Shaurya Agnihotri starts counting your days in reverse manner. I am coming." The room heard my growling and frustration with my utmost hateful statement.

No one was more stunned than Gloria. "You mean that Adrian Ainsworth?" she blurted. "The one on Forbes' global top ten? He's really back in Carmoria?"

Jackson-crow spoke. His golden eyes were no longer glowing; they were two hollow pits of Absolute Zero. He wasn't perched on a branch anymore; he was fading into the white-noise, his form becoming a series of grey vectors. "This isn't a funeral for a person. It’s a Funeral for the Prototype. The High Council has decided that the 'First Day' was a failure because it allowed for 'Too Much' energy. They are here to Restart the Server". In the center of the platform sat a coffin made of Solidified Starlight. Inside was not a corpse, but a Sphere of Pure Potential—the heart of the Zero Cycle. Standing over the coffin was the Architect.