Chapter 1715:
At the Garcia Estate in Pinetree City…
Beneath the golden chandeliers of the opulent living room, Fabian Garcia, the current leader of the Garcia family, sat surrounded by kin, deep in discussion.
“How could you make such a decision without consulting me first?” Fabian’s father, Colton Garcia, roared as he slammed his palm on the table. “Do you even understand what the Ford family from Lyhaton represents? Their background? Now that they’ve joined forces with the Astleys, do you think we can afford to provoke them? And Corrine Holland—if she were just another pampered heiress, why would Carl Ford hand her the reins of their empire? What makes you think you can take her out without anyone noticing? Have you even thought about what happens if things go sideways?”
Should their plan be exposed, the repercussions would be catastrophic. The Ford family would bring the full weight of their wrath down on Pinetree City—and the fallout wouldn’t stop at the Garcias. The ripple effect would drag the other major families into the abyss.
When the Ford family first announced their expansion into Pinetree City, the local powerhouses had decided to form an alliance to push back.
Yet, almost immediately, the Cooper family had defected—allying themselves with the Fords, seizing opportunities, and swiftly carving chunks out of Garcia territory. Now, as the Garcia family faced blow after blow in the corporate battlefield, Fabian—cornered and bleeding influence—found his patience waning.
The Garcias had never been as strong as the other families. Their foothold was built not on overwhelming power, but on a carefully curated reputation and long-standing prestige. Had it not been for that, they would have been devoured years ago.
Fabian’s rise had been an uphill battle—one scarred by sneers, dismissals, and relentless sabotage. Now, with their empire teetering, old criticisms resurfaced like ghosts from the grave, whispering failure at every turn.
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He was done enduring. If the only path forward was through fire, then so be it. “I swear, you’re getting more foolish as you age!” he scoffed, eyes narrowing at his father’s anxious face. “No news is good news. That means the plan—” Before he could finish his sentence, a scream tore through the air like a whipcrack.
A flood of men in black surged through the doorway, sealing off every exit in the room.
Chaos detonated. Servants shrieked and scattered like startled birds. Chairs toppled. Crystal shattered. “Who the hell are you?”
Fabian’s gaze locked onto the menacing figures in black before him, his eyes darkening with mounting dread. “What do you want?”
In Pinetree City, no one dared to intrude upon the Garcia Estate like this. Heavy footsteps approached slowly, each one resonating like a drumbeat against the tense silence.
Swallowing hard, Fabian watched as a man stepped forward from the shadows. The man’s black shirt clung to his frame, highlighting the dangerous angles of his face, which seemed carved from stone rather than flesh.
Beneath his deceivingly pleasant expression lurked something ancient and terrifying—eyes like frozen pools harboring secrets of unspeakable destruction. An invisible force seemed to radiate from the man, making Fabian’s knees weaken despite his desperate grasp at dignity.
“What do you want? This is Pinetree City! Who gave you the nerve to cause trouble at the Garcia family…” The words died in his throat as Saul silenced him with a vicious kick.
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