The Tycoon's Odyssey

Evan sat expressionless, simmering with restrained fury beneath the surface. The dim cabin lights reflected the cold glint in his eyes, sharp and dangerous. His mind spun rapidly, processing Aurora\'s update.

[Miss Suri might be in danger.] Aurora spoke, her voice tense.

[And now Richard, Paul, Jagesh, Noah, and Somalia are all in Indra. Too many pieces were converging in one place; it definitely isn\'t a coincidence.]

Evan exhaled through his nose, frustration bubbling below the surface. The timing was too perfect, almost as if someone had been anticipating his moves. He clenched his jaw, containing the growing storm within.

"Aurora," Evan said quietly but firmly, his tone razor-sharp, "I need every bit of intel we have on the situation, now."

Aurora\'s voice remained steady, though she seemed aware of the gravity of the situation.

[Sir, from what we know, Richard\'s presence in Indra was unexpected; he wasn\'t scheduled to be there until next week. As for Paul, there\'s no record of his entry into Indra—no flight logs, no official movements. That\'s a red flag.]

Evan\'s brow furrowed. "They slipped under the radar? Someone had cleared their tracks."

[Yes, sir. And since the staff at the party were suddenly replaced, I suspect that multiple factions might be at play. If they\'re colluding, the threat could be larger than it seems.]

Evan leaned forward, his mind calculating every angle.

Richard and Paul wouldn\'t risk a casual meeting; there had to be a scheme behind it. And if Jagesh, Noah, and Sonalia were there too, the danger to Suri might be more severe than he had initially thought. A trap? An assassination? Or was it all an elaborate setup for something even larger?

Aurora\'s voice interrupted his thoughts again. [Sir, I\'ve also run a secondary analysis. It suggests that if this gathering is connected to the hostile forces we\'ve been monitoring recently, the outcome might involve more than Miss Suri\'s safety. We could be looking at a larger play for power.]

Evan closed his eyes for a second, drawing in a slow, deep breath. His instincts told him that this wasn\'t just a simple assassination attempt. If Paul and Richard were involved in this, the political implications could spiral beyond anyone\'s control.

Opening his eyes, Evan gave a cold, deliberate nod.

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Aurora remained silent, allowing him a moment to gather his thoughts.

Evan tapped his fingers against the seat rhythmically. "I doubt they\'d go after Suri right away. Not unless..."

His voice trailed off. He knew how these games were played—Suri was a leverage. They\'d keep her alive until she was no longer useful. But if the Rajputs were involved, Evan knew he couldn\'t waste any time.

Aurora broke the silence.

[What\'s your decision, Sir?]

Evan\'s expression hardened, his anger now honed into a dangerous resolve. Ignoring the broken armrest, he leaned back into the seat and gave his order.

"Turn the flight around. Set a course for Indra."

Aurora responded immediately.

[Understood, sir. Altering our course.]

The engines shifted, and the cabin tilted slightly as the jet adjusted its trajectory. Evan stared out the window at the dark horizon, a storm brewing both inside and out.

His voice was cold, filled with unyielding determination.

"Ask Mac to look after my parents," he said coldly, his voice filled with steely determination.

Aurora\'s voice echoed softly from the speakers. [All systems on standby. Shall I notify your team in Dilli?]

Evan shook his head. "Yes, start guarding them—things might take an unpredictable turn. Use superhumans if needed. I want them safe."

A long, tense silence filled the cabin. The storm brewing in Evan\'s mind was matched only by the one building on the horizon. This time, no one would walk away unscathed.

"Get ready, Aurora," Evan muttered. "If they want a war, I\'ll bring one to them."

Aurora\'s calm voice replied in agreement. [Yes, sir.]

Evan settled deeper into his seat, his gaze fixed on the window. The pieces were moving, and this time, he\'d be the one in control. Paul, Richard, and anyone else standing in his way wouldn\'t know what hit them.

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The business suite occupied the top floor of a towering skyscraper in New Dilli, overlooking the sprawling city below. The room was dimly lit, its vast windows, reflecting a blend of the city\'s glow and the subtle orange of dusk.

Inside, a heavy atmosphere hung in the air. Two men sat across from each other, their silence weighted with animosity. One of them, a middle-aged man with streaks of gray in his dark hair, tossed an old, worn Nokia phone onto the polished marble table.

"Take it out," he growled, leaning back in his seat, his cold, calculating gaze never leaving the man in front of him.

The younger man remained silent for a moment, flipping through a set of documents in his hand.

His posture was relaxed yet purposeful, legs crossed, one arm draped over the chair\'s armrest. His face was strikingly handsome, with sharp features that carried a natural elegance and the way he held himself was confident, almost bordering arrogance, as if accustomed to power.

The middle-aged man scowled.

"What happened? Your mood seems to have taken a turn for the worse," he remarked.

The younger man finally asked, looking up from the papers, raising his eyebrows in mild curiosity.

"Nothing much. Just Evan… and your parents," he muttered, bitterness lacing his words. "They\'ve found out everything. And now they\'re coming for us."

A brief silence followed as the younger man\'s expression shifted, his amusement replaced by an edge of seriousness.

"Evan?" His hand paused mid-page, lingering over the document as he processed the news. His brows were furrowed, not in fear, but in cold calculation.

"You know they\'re not really my parents," he continued after a beat, his voice even and deliberate. He then met the older man\'s gaze directly, his lips curling into a faint, knowing smile.

"After all, you are my real father."

The words hung heavily in the air, thick with unspoken history and betrayal. The older man\'s expression didn\'t shift, though a flicker of something—satisfaction or regret—passed through his dark eyes.

"Indeed," the older man murmured, leaning forward slightly. "Which is why you\'d better not mess this up. I had been planning this for my entire life, so we can\'t falter now. As long as there is no one to prove his legitimacy, you will be the next head. So don\'t mess up."

The younger man\'s smile deepened, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "I never do."