Kian had won the last war.
But this?
This was something new.
Something worse.
Graham Foster wasn't Mercer.
He wasn't a man who relied on brute force and intimidation.
He was a strategist.
A predator who watched, who waited—who struck only when the victory was certain.
And that?
That made him far more dangerous.
But Kian wasn't scared.
Because while Graham was watching him, Kian had already started watching back.
And if Graham thought he could take Kian's throne?
Then he was about to find out just how wrong he was.
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By the time Kian arrived at the office the next morning, Lila was already waiting for him.
She didn't waste time with pleasantries.
She just handed him a file.
Kian flipped it open, scanning the contents.
His jaw tightened.
Inside were leaked documents.
Emails. Internal memos. Stock projections.