Chapter 822

No.1

Hyde never missed a chance to curse Kingsley's arrogance.

Alexander couldn't care less.

Kingsley didn't associate with such men.

Yet today—

He would seek an audience himself.

......

"Lord Alex, the Third Master says—"

No.2

Before the underling could finish, Alexander cut in. "Ask him how much he lost on National Exchange's coffee futures."

The man scurried away, returning pale-faced.

"The Third Master says... the tide always turns..."

Alexander smirked. "Has a Horizon Media female reporter come through?"

"Never!" The reply came sharp as a blade.

The gates slammed shut in Alexander's face.

......

No.3

"Eight fingers. Divide them amongst yourselves."

Triad Hyde twirled his pipe, grinning through wreaths of smoke.

Evan Wells and three others were pinned to the floor, faces bloodied.

"Third Master, the wiretap was real—"

"Silence!" Hyde kicked the speaker. "You think Alexander Kingsley wouldn't detect surveillance?"

He crouched, pressing the hot pipe to Evan's cheek.

"Lesson time."

No.4

Steel flashed.

A blade hovered over Evan's fingers.

"Ring and pinky fingers. Consider it tuition."

Evan trembled, tears mingling with blood.

"I'm just an intern... please..."

Hyde threw back his head laughing—

When a cool female voice cut through the darkness.

No.5

"I'll compensate you for all ten."

Heads swiveled toward the shadows.

Evelyn Sinclair removed her hat, stepping into the light.

"I'm their editor-in-chief."

Triad Hyde narrowed his eyes, scanning Evelyn Sinclair from head to toe.

She was breathtakingly beautiful.

Her skin glowed like porcelain, her eyes cold as winter stars. The tailored suit accentuated her slender figure, yet radiated an unapproachable aura.

No.6

"Horizon Media?" He scoffed. "A mere reporter dares to cause trouble here?"

Evelyn calmly extended her business card. "Evelyn Sinclair. Editor-in-chief, Finance Team Five."

As Hyde reached for it, she withdrew her hand.

"Playing games?" His face darkened.

"A misunderstanding." She opened her palm. "I merely wondered if these hands are worth your... excessive measures."

Hyde paused, then burst into laughter. "Interesting!"

In the corner, Evan Wells and his team cowered, tear stains on their faces.

No.7

"For these nobodies?" Hyde raised an eyebrow.

Evelyn shook her head. "I'm here to save you."

"Save me?" Hyde laughed harder.

"Northern Gorge Wind Farm Project." Seven words silenced his laughter.

She handed him a file. "Winwell Ventures needs a scapegoat. You're their chosen easy mark."

Hyde snatched the documents. His expression soured with each page.