"Send these photos to our media outlets,"
Nolan said as he slipped the photographs back into the envelope and tossed it in front of Karl.
Karl was taken aback.
"Now?"
"Now," Nolan replied nonchalantly.
"Isn't the essence of news its timeliness?
These are exclusive shots."
"I understand, sir.
But if we release them through our own media," Karl hesitated, choosing his words carefully, "it would be an open declaration of war against the Harrison family."
It wasn't that he feared the Harrison family.
For nearly a century, the three major families had maintained a delicate balance of power.
Even if tensions simmered beneath the surface, they had always preserved a facade of civility.
By taking this step, Nolan was effectively tearing off the mask.
"I know what concerns you," A shadow of gloom veiled Nolan's strikingly handsome face.
"However, you've overlooked one thing," he sneered, his voice laced with icy amusement.
"A three-way balance only holds when all parties are equal—and the Harrison family is about to lose its footing."
"Harrison's death is just the beginning.
Since Sinclair has struck back, he won't stop so easily.
Even without my involvement, the Orlando family won't let this opportunity slip through their fingers."
"I see.
But still..." Karl hesitated before voicing the doubt gnawing at him.
"Sir, do you really trust that Luther guy so completely?"
"If I've chosen to work with him, then trust is non-negotiable," Nolan replied, his lips curling slightly as his eyes flickered over the relentless stream of Harrison family headlines flashing across the screen.
"So far, my judgment hasn't failed me." "Understood." With that, Karl said no more, clutching the photographs in his hand as he turned and left.
Soon, with the Nolan family fanning the flames, the scandal surrounding Harrison's death spread like wildfire.
#SHOCKING!!
Harrison Family Heir Harrison Dies from Drug Overdose!!#
#EXPOSED!!
The 'Crown hier of the Harrison Family—A Criminal Above the Law?!# ...
The incident involved the Harrison family, and with Nolan's approval, every media outlet scrambled to report it, each headline more sensational than the last.
In just half a day, the scandal had spread nationwide, leaving the upper echelons of society in shock.
Harrison, the heir of the Harrison family—a man once regarded as a golden child, a figure who could command the winds and rains in Country E—had met such a disgraceful and pitiful end. But the real earthquake struck the Harrison family itself.
When Mr. Harrison saw Harrison's lifeless body, grief sent his blood pressure skyrocketing, and he collapsed on the spot, unconscious.
The remaining members of the Harrison family's main branch were thrown into chaos, frantically summoning every available family doctor in a desperate attempt to stabilize him.
Fortunately, after emergency treatment, Mr. Harrison was out of danger.
Yet the Harrison family's collateral branches began stirring.
After all, Harrison had been the sole heir of the main lineage.
With his death, the position of successor now stood empty.
Even if Mr. Harrison was to father another child now, it would be too late.
Beneath the surface, undercurrents of ambition and treachery surged within the Harrison family.
None of them realized they were already marching toward their own ruin.
"Sinclair," The moment Mr. Harrison woke up in the hospital bed, his gaze immediately locked onto his assistant beside him, his eyes dark and menacing to the extreme.
"Did Sinclair die?"
The assistant was startled by Mr. Harrison's piercing glare. Shaking his head, he answered truthfully, "Sinclair's too cunning.
Our men are still pursuing him."
"Send more people!" Mr. Harrison gritted his teeth, his voice dripping with venom.
"Mobilize every available resource—I want their corpses, him and his wife's, delivered to me at the fastest possible speed.
I'm done playing this cat-and-mouse game."
"Yes, sir!"
The assistant nodded but hesitated before leaving.
"Mr. Harrison, in just half a day, the company has been hit with one incident after another—big and small. I suspect Sinclair is behind it all."
"Don't just suspect," Mr. Harrison's expression darkened like a brewing storm.
"It *is* him."
He had seen it clearly ever since Harrison's accident—he had underestimated Sinclair.
From the very beginning, that man had likely set his sights on the Harrison family.
Even Thomas was just a pawn in this game.
The thought sent a surge of anger through Mr. Harrison, his blood boiling so fiercely that the medical monitors beside him began blaring warnings.
"Mr. Harrison, are you alright?"
His assistant paled in alarm.
"Get the doctor—call the doctor now!"
Mr. Harrison raised a trembling hand, forcing himself to steady his breathing before speaking again, his voice weak but deliberate.
"If Sinclair doesn't die, then I'm the one who's truly in trouble.
Go.
Carry out my orders first."
The assistant hesitated but ultimately nodded and left without another word.
Mr. Harrison's face twisted with discomfort, another wave of dizziness crashing over him.
The waiting doctor rushed forward, immediately checking his vitals.
Meanwhile, at the Bernardo residence...
Mr. Bernardo stared at the news report, shaking his head with a heavy sigh.
"Thank goodness we called off the engagement."
Otherwise, the Bernardo family would have been dragged into the endless scandals surrounding Harrison .
He opened his mouth to say more, but Mrs. Bernardo shot him a sharp glance, subtly tilting her head toward Juliet.
The unspoken warning was clear—now was not the time.
Juliet remained oblivious to her parents' movements, her pale face still fixed on the screen before her.
"Harrison... just like that, he's gone?"
It was true that Harrison had been a womanizer, but he'd also treated her exceptionally well.
Now that he was dead, she couldn't quite put her feelings into words.
With debts erased by death, even Queen, for once, stayed silent.
A heavy atmosphere hung over the Bernardo household.
"Sir, Madam—Mr. Taylor has arrived—"
Taylor?
What brought him here all of a sudden?
The Bernardo family members exchanged surprised glances.
Mr. Bernardo turned to Queen.
"Did you invite Mr. Taylor?"
If only I could get him to come at my beck and call.
Queen shook her head, then immediately glanced down at her pajamas before dashing upstairs.
"I'll go change."
Juliet watched her younger sister's retreating figure with a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes.
"That girl," Mr. Bernardo sighed helplessly before addressing the butler.
"Show him in—"
Moments later, Taylor strode in, dressed in a sleek charcoal-gray suit.
"Taylor, are you here to see Queen?
She just went up to change."
"Uncle Bernardo, I've come to discuss a potential collaboration with you," Taylor spoke with a composed and humble demeanor.
"Would it be possible to move somewhere more private?"
Looking for *him*?
A flicker of realization crossed Mr. Bernardo's face before he nodded.
"Very well.
Let's talk in the study." With a slight bow of acknowledgment, Taylor followed.
Juliet watched his retreating figure, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully, her expression unreadable.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Bernardo excused herself to prepare tea.
By the time Queen hurriedly changed and rushed downstairs, she learned that Taylor and her father had already retreated to the study.
Disappointment clouded her eyes. She had known he wasn't here for her.
Yet, having it confirmed still stung. Sinking back onto the living room sofa, she hugged a cushion to her chest, her expression listless.
Juliet suddenly turned to her, her voice icy.
"Are you falling for Taylor?"