The Raid
A few days passed.
Lunar Citadel no longer existed in name.
The gilded plaque at the entrance had been replaced overnight.
Bear Hotel.
The new logo gleamed under the Valemont sun, sharp and arrogant, as if announcing a shift in territory.
After taking over the hotel, Bear immediately sent the troublemakers back to their homes.
Those people had been the family members of the deceased woman—an executive from his own company. They had cried, cursed, staged protests, blocked entrances, and shouted for justice.
He solved it the way men like him always did.
After spending millions to appease them, promising compensation and quiet settlements, everything was finally settled.
Money.
After spending millions to appease them, promising compensation and quiet settlements, everything was finally settled.
No more banners.
No more weeping relatives.
No more media cameras at the gate.
