Alexander didn't sleep.
While his daughter fought for breath and his wife drifted in medicated unconsciousness, he sat in the ICU and became something he'd never been before: not a CEO, not a billionaire, not even a husband or father.
A weapon with singular purpose.
His laptop appeared within minutes of his request, brought by Uncle Li who understood without words what was needed. The blue glow illuminated Alexander's face in the darkness, casting shadows that made him look like the predator he'd always been beneath the Brioni suits and cultured veneer.
But this time, he wasn't hunting market share or corporate rivals.
He was hunting his mother.
The document he created wasn't a business contract. It was a declaration of war written in legalese and blood money.
THE PHOENIX CONTRACT
He titled it that because phoenixes rose from ashes, and he planned to burn his mother's world until nothing remained but cinders and regret.
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