Chapter 512: The Meeting Ground

Ethan's POV

The private jet landed smoothly, and within moments, we were escorted into an armored convoy. The World Union Summit was being held in an undisclosed location—a place carefully chosen to remain neutral, yet everyone here knew there was no such thing as neutrality when Chris Blackwood was involved.

As we neared the heavily secured estate, Christiana leaned back in her seat, arms crossed. "Let's be clear—are we here to listen or to dictate?"

Chris smirked slightly. "We are here to remind them that their time of control is over."

I checked the briefing once more. The leaders gathered here still held onto the illusion of power, but Chris had rewritten history.

The United States was no longer a democracy. It was the Blackwood Empire, a monarchy ruled by Chris himself. He had dissolved their Congress, erased their elections, and reshaped the nation into the center of his dominion.

And yet, they still thought they had a say.

"Ethan," Chris said casually. "Who's going to be our loudest problem tonight?"

I already knew the answer.

"The Prime Minister of the United Kingdom and the Chancellor of Germany," I replied. "They've been working behind the scenes, trying to rally resistance against the Union."

Chris exhaled, amused. "Then we'll start with them."

The convoy slowed as we approached the grand hall. Armed guards lined the entrance, ensuring only rulers and their most trusted officials were allowed inside.

As Chris stepped out, the world's most powerful figures turned to stare.

For them, this was a summit.

For us?

This was a reminder.