Shen tilted his head slightly, a dark grin curling at the corner of his mouth.
"I'm sorry, who are you? This motherfucker looks like me? Who is this impotent, Miss Hela?"
His voice dripped with mockery. Zac took a step forward, fury already rising, but Hela Tucker lifted her cane and pressed it against his chest, halting him before he could lunge.
"Tch. Fucking chibai," Zac muttered under his breath, clenching his jaw.
Hela rose slowly, composed yet sharp, and snapped her fingers.
"This is the contract. Signed here and..."
"Oi, fucking old hag."
Shen's voice cut through her instructions like a blade.
"You really got full of yourself, shit bag."
Hela narrowed her eyes at him. "Audacity. Calling your own blood, your grandmother, with that language?"
"Grandmother?" Shen scoffed. He lifted his right foot and sent a small scorpion statue skidding across the marble floor toward them. It clattered violently.
He lit a cigar, took a slow puff, and exhaled a cloud of smoke with casual contempt.
"Are you violating a contract?" he asked.
"What contract?" Hela replied, unimpressed.
Shen snapped his fingers. Xin Yin Jin stepped gracefully forward, her heels echoing through the manor hall, and handed over a neatly prepared copy of the contract.
Zac's expression shifted the moment his eyes landed on her. His gaze turned lecherous.
"Hehehe. Brother, you really got taste in women. Fine as ripe wine."
Xin Yin Jin froze, then turned her head toward her boss. Shen tapped his cigar, letting ashes fall deliberately onto the polished floor.
Suddenly, Xin Yin Jin slapped Zac across the face with a sharp, echoing crack.
"Ow! The fuck!" Zac shouted, stumbling back. A thin scratch mark reddened his cheek, and a small streak of blood smeared where her nails grazed him.
"You fucking bitch!"
"Oi."
Zac stopped mid-shout. Shen's eyes were already on him, cold and lethal.
"Touch my secretary, and I will put you fucking one hundred thousand foot under, you saniye, pichai naaya."
Xin Yin Jin moved back behind Shen, her posture straight and disciplined. Shen resumed as if the interruption were nothing but noise.
"Listen up. You idiots brought me back just to hold down your company to a stable position. Now that Zac has returned, my work here is done. Plus, what family?"
He walked slowly toward Hela Tucker and the cluster of relatives stiffening behind her. Each step echoed with controlled fury and disdain.
"We were never a family,"
Shen said.
"Not since you believed that scammer. I gave my all. I only wanted a small acceptance, something that said I was still part of the family. But many outsiders who knew about my extraordinary abilities came to me."
His gaze sharpened. He began circling Hela like a predator assessing prey.
"Ms. Tucker, I am not someone you can toy with. I survived by my own ways ever since I left and cut ties with this rotten family when I was seventeen. I am grateful that the scammer chose Zac as the prodigy. If not..."
He let out a chilling laugh that lingered unnervingly in the air. "I would not be where I am today, thanks to those who believed in me and made me their disciple."
Shen leaned down, meeting Hela's eyes directly, their faces only inches apart.
His whisper was a venom-laced threat.
"I would not be here as the man I am today if it wasnt for my thousands of masters who treats me like their own son, let it be a woman or man."
He straightened, took the final drag of his cigar, then flicked the ashes to the floor.
"Time is up, Tuckers. What you need is no longer yours. If you want to appoint that loser as Chairman in T Group, then by all means, be my guest."
"But if you lay a breath, even the tiniest breath, on my B D G, I will not show mercy."
As Shen's voice echoed through the hall, Bictor and Tom Tucker suddenly walked over and stood beside him. Their footsteps were firm, decisive, almost rebellious.
"You two!" Hela shouted, her voice cracking with rage. "What are you doing!"
Tom swallowed hard but kept his shoulders straight. "I am sorry, Mother," he said. "But I will not let Zac Tucker become Chairman of T Group again."
"Same for me, Grandmother!" Bictor yelled, his fists trembling. "He almost caused the downfall of our family company. Even I have limits to my arrogance!"
Shen chuckled quietly and rubbed his temple, amused.
"At least they have brains," he said.
A few seconds later, the front doors burst open. A swarm of lawyers flooded into the Tucker Mansion, their polished shoes thudding like a stampede.
Each carried files, tablets, legal documents, and badges representing dozens of departments.
"What... what is this!" Hela screamed.
Shen lifted his chin, completely calm.
"My personal firm, Ms. Tucker. They are prosecutors, firm lawyers, business specialists, family law, finance experts, criminal investigators, legal and illegal consultants. Every single one of them works for me."
"You arrogant shit!" Zac roared.
He launched himself at Shen, fury exploding out of him. Their bodies collided, and the room erupted into a sudden flash of motion. They went straight into hand to hand combat.
The air cracked with each strike. Zac was fast, wild, fueled by rage, but Shen moved with a calm, predatory precision. His speed was unreal.
Zac threw a punch.
Shen dodged.
Zac tried to sweep his leg.
Shen stepped in, caught Zac's arm, twisted it behind his back in a fluid, brutal motion, and drove his knee into Zac's abdomen.
Before Zac could react, Shen delivered a sharp kick to his groin. Zac folded forward with a choked gasp.
Without pause, Shen spun and back kicked him square in the chest, launching Zac across the hall.
Zac crashed into a shelf of antiques. Porcelain shattered. Frames toppled. Priceless heirlooms exploded into fragments around him as he hit the ground.
The entire mansion fell silent, except for Zac's groan and the distant clicking of Shen's lawyers preparing documents.
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Chapter 23 — End.