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QuantumLyfe's launch was nothing short of explosive.
The mont it hit the market, it was like a dam had burst—investors were flocking in from all directions, desperate to get a piece of the action.
Why wouldn't they, it was the first NanoTech that was proven to heal so major wounds and complications.
Tech giants, venture capitalists, and even international firms were lining up to pour their money into what was rapidly becoming the next big thing.
The sheer demand was overwhelming, with headlines screaming
"QuantumLyfe Revolutionizes the Future"
on every major news outlet.
And at the center of it all was Michael Blair. Practically overnight, his na was everywhere—interviews, magazines, business channels. He beca the face of modern innovation, hailed as a visionary in every corner of the globe.
His cool, calculated deanor and brilliant mind were plastered all over the dia, making him a household na and driving QuantumLyfe's valuation through the roof.
As for ? It felt like I was riding a tidal wave of success. Money started pouring into my bank account faster than I could keep track of it—every morning, the numbers would jump higher.
It was surreal.
The deals kept coming, the partnerships were endless, and the future looked brighter than ever. We were on top of the world, and it seed like there was no stopping us.
I hope it would continue that way.
Now that I had so extra cash flowing in, I figured it was the perfect ti to dive deeper into real estate investnts.
Plus, there was the budget for Hyun's branch studio—if things kept progressing like this, it would be a reality soon. I had no doubt that Hyun's designs would beco the next big thing.
I'd only delayed the launch for a few weeks since the studio was still under construction. We still had equipnt to buy and staff to hire. It made sense to hold off until everything was in place.
After all, without the right people and tools, we'd run into delays once orders started rolling in—and no one wants to lose custors due to avoidable hiccups.
It was crucial to be fully prepared. If we were ahead of schedule and delivering top-quality designs, custors would be thrilled. I wanted everything to run like a well-oiled machine from day one.
Everything was falling into place smoothly.
That is, until the news dropped another surprising headline.
The Aldridge Political Dynasty, once untouchable with their long, prestigious line of political power, crumbled overnight in a scandal that shook the nation to its core.
Explosive evidence of corruption and massive embezzlent ca to light, dragging every mber of the family down in a swift, shocking fall from grace.
One by one, they resigned from their political positions, scrambling to save face as investigations mounted. So were even forced to flee the country, now hunted by both the police and the NBI.
The very dynasty that had ruled for generations was now shattered, with its mbers facing public hearings and the threat of arrest looming large.
It was a political bloodbath no one saw coming.
I was stunned by the news.
Just days ago, I had exchanged words with Jessica Aldridge, and now her entire family was plumting into ruin?
It seed unreal.
I had joked, even in passing, that if her family ever crumbled, she'd have nothing left—but to see it actually unfold like this? It made . . . surprised.
Did I have so kind of supernatural power or sothing? Could my words alone trigger such devastation?
Of course not. This wasn't so wild coincidence. No, the more I thought about it, the more I was sure Cole had a hand in this.
If there was one family capable of orchestrating the downfall of an entire political dynasty, it was his—the Fays.
While other powerful families in the country wielded influence and wealth, the Fays had sothing far more dangerous—secrets.
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The Aldridge's had political power, sure. They had the connections, the clout, the generations of control—but politics is a house of cards, fragile and easy to topple. And no one played the ga of destruction quite like Cole's family.
Before nations were even fully established, back when the world was in chaos, the Fays had ruled through military might, carving out their place in history by crushing anyone who dared stand in their way.
They didn't just control people—they controlled narratives, weaving a web so tight around their enemies that escape was impossible.
It wasn't hard to imagine that Cole had rely pulled a few strings, brought up the dirt of the political family, and now the Aldridge were paying the price.
In the world of politics, it wasn't about who had the most power; it was about who knew the darkest truths. And when it ca to secrets, the Fays had the sharpest knives.
I shook my head and shrugged. Not my problem. Jessica probably deserved every bit of what she was going through after everything she'd done to people.
There was no sympathy left in for her.
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On the way to school, I tried—really tried—to ignore the gnawing thought in my head. But no matter how hard I focused on the passing scenery, the curiosity was killing .
Finally, I gave in.
"Did you have anything to do with the Aldridge family's downfall?" I asked, my voice betraying the unease I felt.
Cole didn't look up from the laptop on his lap, his fingers tapping casually on the keys. His expression remained cold, distant.
"That family got what it deserved," he said, his tone as flat as the words themselves.
That was all the confirmation I needed. It was him. Even though he didn't admit it outright, the truth was written in the way he spoke, in the ice behind his words.
A strange knot twisted in my chest. I didn't know how to feel. Part of was unsettled, knowing that Cole had done sothing so drastic—so dangerous—for . The sheer power he wielded, the ruthlessness with which he acted, it made uneasy.
It wasn't like I had asked for this. I didn't need him to go to such extre lengths just because of so petty school drama.
Yet another part of couldn't help but feel sothing else—a dark, twisted gratitude, maybe? I couldn't deny the flicker of satisfaction that ca from knowing Jessica was finally getting what was coming to her.
Still, I kept my thoughts to myself as we arrived at school.
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