Chapter 1504

“I’m sorry I had to leave so soon, leaving you with such a mess, but everything was beyond my control.

I don’t know if it’s a good idea for you to see this final message, but now that you have, I feel there’s something you must know.

Reckless ambition and youthful hubris, never knowing when to stop, an insatiable appetite for wanting more — this was my mistake.

Millie, my financial and equity interests stretch across the globe. The Bennett family’s deep ties with MKK formed my foundation. With that leverage, I could reshape Crobert’s power structure single-handedly, if I chose.

But my gains demanded others’ losses. And unfortunately, I stepped on the wrong toes.

I believed the Bennett family’s years of accumulation had made us invincible, only to be crushed by a defeat I never saw coming.

I thought my only real adversaries were the old guard in Crobert. I believed that once they were removed, the path would be clear for me to rise as its fourth giant.

I eliminated those allied forces in Crobert, but I suffered severe losses as well. At that moment, I realized they were only pawns in someone else’s game, controlled by a colossal force I had never anticipated.

I marshaled my forces for one final battle, and yet I lost.

Millie, I knew this day would come, but I never imagined it would arrive so swiftly. Overnight, our global holdings were marked as targets. By morning, my name was at the top of a kill list.

I calculated, strategized, and contacted every ally, running endless simulations to find a way back from the brink. It was all in vain. Every path led to a dead end. No escape.

I’m certain I will die, and it may even ensnare you and your mother. I can ignore everything else, but I cannot ignore you and your mother. My only task now is to ensure your safety.

Millie, I’m sorry.

I know you’ll want to know who our enemies are, and I will tell you their names. I can’t predict your thoughts upon reading this, but promise me, Millie: do not act rashly. They are…”

Below, line by line, he laid out names, affiliations, and connections, everything Millie would need to recognize allies and threats alike. It stretched endlessly, a meticulous map of danger and strategy.

At the end, his final words, the last testament of a father, glowed on the screen.

“After I die, you will endure hard times, but Millie, I believe you can rise again. Millie, I love you.”

Tears spilled freely. Her chest heaved as memories surged. She remembered her father, hours locked away in his study, his face etched with a worry deeper than words could capture. And the day he had jumped from the building.

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