Chapter 139: Fire and Blood

The flames from Ochieng's estate painted the night sky in an eerie glow. Smoke twisted upwards like the ghosts of fallen empires, and the heat could be felt even from where Ochieng stood, gripping the phone so tightly his knuckles turned white.

Jeff took a step forward. "Boss, we have to move. This isn't just a warning. It's a declaration of war."

Ochieng exhaled slowly. "Tielen, how many casualties?"

Tielen's voice was ice-cold. "Five men dead. Another twelve wounded. They took out our security systems in under three minutes."

Seline, still standing in the background, crossed her arms. "This was surgical. They knew exactly where to hit you."

Ochieng turned to her. "Then tell me what you know."

She hesitated. "This wasn't just the Syndicate. There's someone else funding this attack. Someone even they fear."

Linet, always the most level-headed, spoke up. "We need to secure our remaining assets. The Sinclair Group's stock is already taking a hit. If we don't act now, we lose more than just the estate."

Ochieng ran a hand through his hair. "They want me off the board."

Tielen's jaw clenched. "Then we put them in the ground first."

Jeff nodded. "Agreed. But we need to know who the real mastermind is."

A voice cut through the tension.

"I can tell you that."

Everyone turned.

Standing at the entrance, dressed in a tailored black suit, was Rolex—the man known in the underworld as The Broker of Secrets.

He smirked. "It's time you learned who really wants you dead, Ochieng."