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The trembling servants stepped forward. Someone from Cash 4 Go came just when the villa finally had some peace! They barged into the villa directly despite the servants’ obstruction. Keegan looked at the uninvited guests and said, “Haven’t I already given you the shares? What are you doing here? Get lost!” The person in charge of Cash 4 Go smiled faintly and said, “I’m sorry, but this villa is also owned by Cash 4 Go now as well.” “???” Keegan widened his eyes in surprise and said, “What did you say?”

Kensington noted, a pleased smile on her lips. "Thank you for this opportunity, ma’am," Elena said quickly, nerves making her voice slightly breathless. Mrs. Kensington waved a hand dismissively. "I admire your eagerness. Let’s get straight to business." She gestured for Elena to sit. Elena lowered herself onto the plush seat, her heart hammering in her chest. "Blackwood Enterprises has over fifty properties in and outside the country," Mrs. Kensington began. "This city holds its headquarters, which is why Adrian Blackwood is so well known."

"Look at the asset breakdown!" The screen scrolled automatically, laying out the vast, staggering empire of Vance Global: sixty-four shipping ports across three continents, controlling equity in twelve defense contractors, forty percent of the city's commercial real estate, and a liquid reserve vault holding one hundred billion dollars. At the bottom of the ledger, highlighted in a glowing emerald frame, sat the final clause: SOLE SURVIVING HEIR AND EXECUTIVE TRUSTEE: ETHAN ARTHUR VANCE. "It's real," a prominent venture capitalist shouted, pointing a trembling hand at the screen. "It's all real! He isn't a disgraced fugitive! He's the sole owner of Vance Global!"

"A hurt snake does not run away, Alexander. It pulls back before it strikes again." "Exactly," Alexander agreed, a dangerous look in his eyes. "Which brings us to his real attack." He opened the first folder on the glass table. Inside was a clear photograph of a private plane landing at the airport. Walking down the stairs was a rich woman in a white coat, wearing green jewels, surrounded by six bodyguards. Victoria’s eyes narrowed as she recognized the woman right away. "Lady Vivienne Vane." "The heiress to Vane Global Maritime," Alexander confirmed, his voice flat. "Her family owns forty percent of the main shipping docks across the east coast. More importantly, her father sits on the main

"The Hounds are literal professionals. They don't care about pack law. They care about the contract. And the contract says nobody enters, and the 'Asset' stays down." "Then I’ll change the contract." I pulled my phone from my pocket. My fingers flew over the screen. "Who owns Canis-Guard? Give me the parent company." "Vanguard Security Holdings," Hayes said. "They’re a multi-billion dollar firm. They don't sell to individuals."

Corporate law, luxury clients, business acquisitions, political connections. Pictures of him standing beside billionaires and government officials flooded the internet. One article even called him one of the best minds in the state. I rubbed my forehead tiredly. “If this is some elaborate kidnapping scheme,” I whispered to myself, “they’re spending way too much money on presentation.” But still, something about it felt off. It was like the kind of thing rich people did when they wanted control over something. Or someone. I twisted the card between my fingers again. If Victor’s employer was truly rich like he claimed, my stomach tightened slightly….i could pay off my debts.

"The perimeter of the villa is secure. Your mother’s old security detail has already taken over the local grid. You won't see a single lens or a tail for the entire summer, Elias." "And the Council?" I asked, looking up into his flawless face, my fingers subconsciously tightening around the stem of my glass. "Did they accept the asset forfeiture?" A faint, cold smile touched Vane’s lips—the look of a corporate monarch who had just executed a flawless checkmate. He reached down, his large, warm hand coming to rest on the back of my neck, his fingers sliding into my hair with a fierce, possessive pressure that anchored me completely. "They didn't have a choice," Vane murmured, his voice droppi

"It is not a weapon. It is a transfer." TRANSFER OF OWNERSHIP: NEURALKINK LABS. ASSETS: ALL GLOBAL SERVERS, PATENTS, REAL ESTATE, LIQUID HOLDINGS. BENEFICIARY: MIA THOMPSON-REED & ALEXANDER REED. "It is all yours," Evelyn says. "My empire. Your inheritance. Billions of dollars. The infrastructure of the future." My knees go weak. Alex grabs me. "Use it better than I did," Evelyn’s voice fades. "Be the gods I couldn't be."

"It's owned by Harrison Allen." "Was owned by Harrison Allen." Aviva corrected. "Last year, Harrison's company suffered a huge loss that cost him billions so he came to me for help. I offered to help him with his company in exchange for being a major shareholder there and he agreed. So now I own at least more than sixty percent of the shares in the company which makes me the boss." "Wow. And no one knew about this?". He asked. "He didn't want his board members to know." Aviva shrugged.

She waved it like evidence in court. "The Blackthorne Group owns half the city's ’s luxury properties, not to mention their overseas holdings. No one knows who actually runs it, but rumor says even the Alpha King’s court doesn’t mess with them." She leaned in, grinning. "So. Who’s your mystery benefactor?" I plucked the card from her fingers and tucked it back into my wallet. "Just an old friend I helped with an investment years ago. He owed me a favor." Savannah's smirk told me she wasn't buying it.