Mag-log inParis, on the brink of winter, offered a breathtaking yet frigid view. Inside the VIP room of a luxurious restaurant overlooking the Eiffel Tower, Elena sat with several leading figures from Europe's cosmetics industry. Tonight's meeting would determine the global launch of the Aura Herbal line throughout France.Elena looked stunning in an emerald-green velvet evening gown, radiating an aura of authority that commanded the deep respect of every businessman around her. A professional smile graced her beautiful face, her every movement was elegant, and every business argument she presented carried unquestionable conviction, leaving no room for dispute.In the middle of the dinner reception, a restaurant attendant entered carrying a silver tray containing additional contract documents that had just arrived from the legal team. Resting beside the documents was a small white envelope with no sender's name.Standing behind Elena, Aria immediately picked up the envelope to inspect its conte
Charlie's fading consciousness was violently dragged back by the excruciating pain crushing his chest. The piercing wail of sirens shattered the storm-filled silence surrounding the gates of Elena's estate. A pair of middle-aged paramedics in neon-yellow raincoats rushed toward him, lifting Charlie's body—already as cold as a corpse—from the rain-soaked pavement."His heartbeat is extremely weak! His blood pressure is dropping rapidly!" one of the paramedics shouted over the roaring wind as they carefully placed Charlie's frail body onto the stretcher inside the public ambulance.Charlie paid no attention to the oxygen mask covering his nose and mouth. His weary eyes drifted downward, staring blankly at the ambulance floor. Clutched tightly within his bluish, stiff fingers was the broken piece of Elena's silver locket. That small fragment of metal was the only anchor keeping him from sinking into eternal darkness.As the ambulance doors slammed shut, not far away, a single sheet of pa
The light drizzle that had blanketed City-B since morning had now turned into a bitter storm. Murky rainwater rushed along the sidewalks, soaking Charlie's shoes and black dress shirt until the fabric clung tightly to his increasingly gaunt frame. Yet he remained standing there beneath the oak tree, which could no longer shield him from the fury of the weather.The brown envelope containing Leo's lifelong scholarship documents had begun to tear at the corners from the rain, but Charlie still clutched it tightly against his chest as though it were his own heart. His body trembled violently, his lips had turned blue, and his vision gradually blurred as he stared at the black iron gate of Elena's residence, which remained as unmoved as ever.Across the street, Aethel Corp's security guards stood firmly at their posts in tactical raincoats, their eyes tracking Charlie's every movement without the slightest trace of sympathy. To them, the man standing on the opposite side of the road was n
The morning sun bathed the elite residential compound of Aethel Corp beneath the hills of City-B. A three-meter-high black iron fence surrounded Elena's mansion, standing firm under the watchful eyes of four tactical security guards stationed at each corner. The peaceful atmosphere was disturbed when an old taxi came to a stop across the street, directly beneath the shade of a sprawling oak tree.The taxi door swung open, and a man slowly stepped out.Charlie Vane looked far thinner than he had just a week ago. His expensive tailored suit had been replaced by a plain, loose-fitting black shirt and a pair of ordinary trousers—clothes he had purchased from a small retail store after all of his bank accounts had officially been frozen by Capital's board of directors the previous night.He no longer owned a luxury car. He no longer had a personal assistant after dismissing Ray from his position using the last of his remaining cash.Charlie was truly alone now.He walked toward the roadsid
News of Charlie Vane's downfall from the throne of Vane Corp spread like wildfire, consuming every major financial media outlet across the country that morning. Inside the quiet study of her new residence in City-B, Elena sat calmly, her eyes fixed on the television screen broadcasting a live press conference from Capital.The opposition board of directors, secretly funded by Aethel Corp, had just announced Charlie's dishonorable removal from his position as Chief Executive Officer. The man who had dominated Capital's economic landscape for more than a decade had officially lost the empire he once ruled."Madam," Aria said as she stepped inside after knocking softly. "The legal coup in Capital is over. Charlie Vane didn't attend the shareholders' meeting or offer any defense. He simply allowed his assets and voting rights to be liquidated without resistance."Elena picked up her teacup and took a slow sip with remarkable composure. Her expression revealed no excessive satisfaction—onl
Night once again enveloped City-B, bringing with it a violent sea storm that churned the waters of the international harbor into a raging frenzy. Inside Aethel Corp's executive office, Elena showed no intention of going home. She stood before a massive monitor displaying the fluctuations of the stock market alongside the latest updates on the port's operations.Aria entered without making a sound, carrying the worst report she had ever delivered throughout her career as Elena's assistant."Madam," Aria said, her voice trembling as anxiety filled her face. "Charlie Vane... he's completely lost his mind. The port acquisition documents were officially approved an hour ago. He sold another twenty percent of his controlling shares in Capital to finance this madness. He is now the controlling shareholder of the City-B Port Authority."Elena's hand, resting on the marble desk, slowly curled into a fist until her knuckles turned white, her nails digging into her own palm. A wave of overwhelmi







