She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 598: An Invitation

The crimson and silver light coalesced before his eyes, burning into sharp, authoritative text that stretched across his vision:

[MAIN MISSION: BUILD YOUR EMPIRE — PHASE 03]

[Mission Name: Taming the Circling Wolves]

[Description: A throne cannot stand on paper deeds alone. With your vanguard assembled and the foundation secured, Eclipse Holdings must assert uncontested sovereignty over the sector and force the surrounding predators to yield.]

[Primary Objectives:]

1. Take physical possession of 14 Central Corridor and register Eclipse Holdings’ territorial base. (Pending Handover)

2. Subjugate, neutralize, or absorb the Tri-Pillar Factions:

* The Valenti Clan (0/1)

* The Calder Syndicate (0/1)

* The Mercer Family (0/1)

[Time Limit: 30 days]

[Completion Rewards: Mysterious Reward]

[Failure Penalty: Hostile Coalition Incursion; System Shop Purchasing Privileges Frozen for 30 Days]

A slow, deliberate smirk curved the corner of Alex’s lips.

"Right on time..." he murmured softly.

Thirty days.

?Raymond Cole had given him a single week to prove his spine against the circling hyenas, waiting to see if he was an arrogant pup ripe for slaughter or a predator who could survive the initial strike. But the System wasn’t asking for mere survival. It wanted total dominion... all three pillars brought to heel before the month was out.

Alex leaned back against the leather headrest, his fingers tapping a steady rhythm against the steering wheel as his mind rapidly broke down the board.

Three pillars.

The Mercers were aggressive, entrenched, and backed by heavy underground muscle — taking them on first would turn into an unnecessary slugfest. The Calders were drowning in debt and extortion, meaning Sienna Calder needed the right financial collar placed around her neck before she would bend.

That left the Valentis.

The old patriarch, Vincent Valenti, was currently rotting from the inside out. His cultivation channels were shattered, his life force was bleeding away by the hour, and his daughter Bianca was running herself ragged trying to hold the family together against the vultures circling their sickbed.

To the rest of the city, the Valenti clan was a dying beast on the brink of collapse. But to Alex — who possessed the exact restorative means and sovereign insight to map those ruined meridians—Vincent wasn’t a threat.

He was the easiest domino on the board. Save the old man’s life, and he wouldn’t just neutralize a rival; he would secure a loyal hound with deep roots in the district.

A visit to the old man was definitely first on the agenda.

Satisfied with the play, Alex reached forward toward the console, preparing to hit the ignition and get moving.

Before his fingers could even graze the button, a rhythmic electronic chime cut through the stillness of the cabin.

The center dashboard illuminated, the high-resolution display flashing with a discreet, unlisted private frequency.

Alex tapped the steering wheel control, connecting the call directly through the car’s private audio array.

"Speak," he said, his tone flat, unhurried, and devoid of warmth.

A brief pause hung over the line... just long enough to betray a sharp intake of breath on the other end.

"Mr. Hale," a woman’s voice came through the crisp interior speakers.

It was smooth, velvety, and wrapped in the pristine, practiced cadence of a high-tier corporate attorney. Yet beneath the professional varnish, there was an unmistakable undercurrent of strain... a subtle tightness in her throat that hadn’t been there before their little encounter in the club cubicle.

"It’s Naomi Shaw... I hope you didn’t forget me already."

?A slow, amused smirk tugged at the corner of Alex’s mouth.

?"Forget you?" He replied smoothly, his voice dropping an octave into a low, lazy drawl that carried effortless weight. "Now how could I ever forget you... Mrs. Shaw?"

?He lingered on the title just long enough to let the needle sink in.

?It was a deliberate, mocking reminder. A quiet jab at the paper shield of her marriage, at the so-called ’husband’ who had stood paralyzed by the elevators like a useless spectator while Alex dismantled her composure piece by piece.

?There was a micro-pause on the other end of the line... the subtle catch of air in her throat that told him the shot had hit cleanly.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of this morning call?" Alex asked, his tone dripping with easy nonchalance. "And how is Raymond doing?"

On the other end, Naomi let out a quiet, controlled breath, clearly fighting to pull her armored attorney persona back over her shaken composure. When she spoke again, her voice had regained its polished, melodic cadence, though the faint edge of stiffness remained.

"I am doing exceptionally well, Mr. Hale," she replied smoothly. "And Mr. Cole is in remarkably high spirits. In fact, he was rather adamant that we not let his goodwill sit on paper."

The faint rustle of high-grade parchment and the click of heels against polished marble echoed faintly in the background.

"He instructed me to personally oversee the physical conveyance of 14 Central Corridor," Naomi continued, slipping back into her natural corporate rhythm. "I currently have the master physical keys, the administrative clearance credentials, and the encrypted security drives in my custody. Mr. Cole requested that I give you a comprehensive executive walkthrough of the property — a proper tour of your new commercial high-rise before the public filings go live. That is... assuming you happen to be available this morning?"

Alex leaned his head back against the headrest, a low, quiet chuckle vibrating in his chest. The sound was deep and unhurried, slipping through the car’s microphone with deliberate intimacy.

"A proper walkthrough, is it?" Alex mused, his fingers tapping lazily against the leather steering wheel. "Look at you, Mrs. Shaw. So remarkably professional on the surface. But stripped down to the brass tacks... it really just sounds like you were desperate for an excuse to get in a room with me again."

A sudden, sharp silence seized the line.

He could practically picture the heat rushing to her cheeks, her knuckles whitening as she gripped her phone, torn between the professional mask she wore for Raymond Cole and the humiliating memory of having her breath stolen in that private cubicle.

"Mr. Hale," she managed after a beat, forcing out a tight, breathy laugh to keep up appearances. "This is strictly standard corporate protocol. Nothing more."

"Of course it is," Alex drawled, the smirk evident in his voice. "And who am I to deny such dedicated corporate service? As it happens, my morning just cleared up. In fact... I’m already heading your way."

The tension on the other end snapped into immediate, palpable relief. She thought the hook was set. She thought her bait had worked.

"Very well," Naomi replied, a subtle, purring satisfaction bleeding into her voice as she regained her poise. "I’ll be waiting in the main lobby, Mr. Hale. Please... don’t keep me waiting."

A soft click ended the call.

?Alex tapped the console to disconnect, tossing his handset down onto the passenger seat as a cold, dangerous glint ignited in the depths of his dark eyes.

?"You really couldn’t hold yourself back, could you, old man?" Alex murmured into the quiet cabin, a slow, predatory smirk curving his lips.

"You went and told them about the deal yourself."