Ochieng left the Montecarlo ballroom with Draven, Kane, and Zevrak flanking him. The events of the night had changed everything. A hidden force had revealed itself, and it was playing at a level even the world's richest weren't prepared for.
As they entered their private suite at the top of the hotel, Ochieng turned to his men.
"Find out everything about that masked man. I don't care what it takes."
Kane nodded. "Already on it. I have a contact in Tokyo who might have a lead."
Draven crossed his arms. "You think Luxford and Nyxaria will retaliate?"
Ochieng smirked. "Oh, they will. And that's exactly what I want."
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Meanwhile, in a hidden villa in Monaco…
Nyxaria poured herself a glass of wine, watching the city lights through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Behind her, Leon, Axel, and Xenthos were discussing the situation.
"Ochieng won't sit still," Axel muttered.
"Neither will Luxford," Xenthos added.
Nyxaria smirked. "That's why we'll let them destroy each other. And when the dust settles, we'll take what's left."
Leon raised an eyebrow. "And what about the masked man?"
Nyxaria swirled her wine. "Oh, darling… That's the real mystery, isn't it?"
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Tao leaned back in his chair, staring at the stock market crash. The masked man had just wiped out billions in mere seconds.
"Who the hell has that much power?" he muttered.
Behind him, a woman stepped forward—Syvoria, the enigmatic hacker and financial genius.
"There's only one person who could do this," she said. "And if I'm right… Ochieng is in serious trouble."
Tao's eyes narrowed. "You mean… him?"
Syvoria nodded. "The Phantom of the Markets… The only person who ever outplayed Ochieng before."
Tao exhaled sharply. "So he's back."
Syvoria's lips curled into a wicked smile. "And this time, he's not just playing games."
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Ochieng sat on the edge of his hotel balcony, the cold night air biting at his skin. He wasn't just fighting billionaires anymore. He was up against someone who could shake the entire financial world with a single move.
And yet, a slow grin spread across his face.
"Perfect. Let's see who truly runs this world."