The Tycoon's Odyssey

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While the two walked down the corridor of the meeting hall and towards the exit, Mac nodded and began to answer Evan's question. "Superhumans are proving to be a unique challenge. Their physiology gives them a certain resistance to neural brainwashing. It's not impenetrable, but it makes the process much slower and delicate compared to the normal one. However, with enough time, it can be done."

Evan listened intently, his expression neutral but calculating. "And the ones that are in our custody? What's their status?"

"They're under heavy surveillance and have been taken to the high-security facility—fifteen of them," Mac replied. "We've started working on them, but it's a long road. They're tough, both mentally and physically."

Evan's lips curved into a faint smile, one that was devoid of any warmth. "Then break them down. Slowly and steadily. Use the newly developed serum—to destabilize their minds over time. Once they're vulnerable, bring in the neural gears to peer into their thoughts. Strip away their resistance and rebuild them to serve our needs."

Mac nodded again, his voice firm. "Understood. We'll ensure they're handled properly. No mistakes."

Evan's gaze hardened. "There's no room for mistakes, Mac. These superhumans could become a significant asset—or our worst liability. I expect results."

Mac hesitated for a moment before continuing, "We've already begun preliminary tests on a few of them. The destabilization process is effective, but it's slow. We're refining the serum to expedite the results."

"Good," Evan replied curtly. "Keep me updated on the progress. I want full control of them before they become a threat."

As they walked toward the exit, Evan stopped abruptly. His eyes narrowed, and his voice dropped to a deadly calm. "What about those two bloody guys?"

Mac straightened, recognizing the shift in Evan's tone. He knew exactly who he was referring to, the leftover Mahajans, particularly Mithal, Evan's uncle.

"Sir, they haven't caught wind of anything yet. Everything appears normal on their end. We can make a move on them as soon as you give the order," Mac replied.

Evan's lips curled into a cruel smirk. "Then proceed. It's time they learned what it costs to mess with me."

Mac's sharp nod was all the confirmation Evan needed. The wheels were set in motion, and Evan's plans were advancing with ruthless precision and unstoppable motion.

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The Legacy of the Mahajans.

The Mahajans had been a symbol of wealth and power for centuries, their name resonating with dominance in trade and politics. In the age of kings, they were merchants dealing in rare commodities—precious stones, metals, and exotic goods. They traveled from one kingdom to another, building networks, gathering immense fortunes, and solidifying their influence. Over generations, this wealth was carefully safeguarded and multiplied, creating a golden legacy that surpassed imagination.

Rumors whispered that their ancient heritage of gold, if revealed, could even rival the treasures of the Rajputs. But the Mahajans' philosophy of inheritance was as harsh as it was pragmatic—only the most capable son could inherit the family's power and fortune. The rest would be cast aside, left to carve their paths without any aid or share in the legacy without any compromise.

But now, all of this had inexplicably fallen into Jason's hands.

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Jason sat in a luxurious study, the polished surface of the table before him gleaming under the soft glow of a sleek, high-tech display. Beyond the windows stretched the view of the sprawling Mahajan estate. With a pen spinning idly between his fingers, Jason's gaze remained fixed on the distant horizon, his brow furrowed.

"Hmph. Those two... I wonder what they're scheming," he muttered.

Since the failed assassination attempt, the two figures he feared the most—his supposed parents—seemed to have vanished into thin air without leaving a trace. They had retreated to some unknown corner, avoiding him entirely.

What unnerved Jason more was their lack of retaliation. If they knew he was behind the attack, why hadn't they acted? They hadn't exposed him or made any public moves, much less showing any subtle hints of retribution—nothing.

Instead, the reins of the Mahajan empire had effortlessly fallen into his hands, as if it were preordained by destiny. It was unsettling how smoothly everything had transitioned. The board of directors and the family members had accepted his authority without question. Messages from the elders claimed they were suddenly taking a holiday, leaving him in charge of managing everything.

Yet beneath his composed exterior, Jason was plagued by doubts. Were they truly unaware of his involvement in the attack? Or were they simply biding their time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike when he least expected it?

Assassinating them had crossed his mind, but for that, they'd have to emerge from their hiding. Besides, the failed attempt had served its purpose—if they suspected him, it would terrify them into compelling them to recognize him as the rightful heir.

He sighed and leaned back in his chair, the pen still twirling between his fingers. Memories surfaced, drifted him to the past, to his childhood scenes of laughter and innocence.

Jason remembered running through the sprawling Mahajan estate with Claire and Roy, laughing and playing games without a care in the world. Claire, with her vibrant energy, was always the one leading their mischief, while Roy was the cautious one, trying to keep them out of trouble. Those moments were his happiest memories, a time when the shadows of inheritance and betrayal hadn't touched his life.

But everything changed the day he learned the truth about Mithal.

The revelation that Mithal was his real father shattered his world. It explained the constant shadow Mithal cast over his life, the cold authority he wielded, and the fear Jason felt in his presence. As a child, he had followed Mithal's orders out of sheer terror, afraid of what the man might do if he refused.

But as Jason grew older, fear had given way to smoldering rage. The man he once feared was now the one he wanted to destroy the most.