I nodded, taking mental notes. "I'll make sure he's well taken care of," I assured them.

As the doctors left, I helped my grandfather get settled in for the night. "I'll take care of everything, Grandfather," I said, trying to reassure him. "You just focus on getting better."

He smiled weakly and squeezed my hand. "I'll be fine, Bryer. 

I nodded and headed back to my office, determined to solve the puzzle of the missing documents. My grandfather had promised to tell me more once he was back home, but for now, I was on my own.

As I sat at my desk, my mind consumed by a cold , calculating anger . The thought of someone putting my grandfather in hospital, putting his life at risk , filled me with a fierce determination to rip him from head to toe . But for now I wanted information now .

Suddenly, I picked up the phone and dialed a number. "I need to see you immediately," I said, my voice firm.

There was a pause on the other end, and then, "I'm on my way, sir."

As I waited for him to arrive, I drummed my fingers on the desk, my expression unyielding. I was a man driven by a singular focus, and nothing would stand in my way.

The door swung open, and a  man walked in, his massive frame filling the room. He was a towering figure, with broad shoulders and a chiseled face that seemed carved from granite. His dark hair was cut short, revealing piercing blue eyes that seemed to bore into my soul. He was a man of imposing presence, and yet, there was a sense of loyalty and dedication to my grandfather that I appreciated.

"Ryder," I said, my voice cold and detached. " I need your help with something."

Ryder , my grandfather's assistant nodded respectfully, his eyes locked on mine. "Of course, sir. What can I do for you?"

I leaned back in my chair, my eyes never leaving Ryder's.

 "I want to know everything about the people who might have had a hand in my grandfather's heart attack. I want names, I want motives, and I want it all now."

Ryder's expression turned grim, and he nodded. "I'll get to work on it immediately, sir."

After Four Days 

I watched as the car pulled up to the mansion, and my grandfather's wheelchair was carefully lifted out. He looked frail, but his eyes still sparkled with determination. As he was wheeled into the study, I stood up, my expression neutral.

The attendants carefully helped him into his favorite armchair, and then into his bedroom, where they gently laid him down on the bed. My grandfather's eyes never left mine, even as he was being settled in.

Once the attendants left, I walked over to his bedside, my footsteps quiet on the plush carpet. "Grandfather, welcome home," I said, trying to sound calm.

He nodded, his eyes fixed on me. "Bryer, I need to know what happened to those documents. Ryder told me you've been investigating, but you haven't found anything yet."

I took a deep breath, my mind racing with the details. "I've been looking into it . But I need to know more about the documents themselves. What made them so important?"

My grandfather's expression turned grim, and he glanced around the room before focusing on me. "Those documents... they're proof of our company's involvement in... certain activities. Activities that could bring us down if they were to fall into the wrong hands."

I leaned in closer, my voice low. "What kind of activities, Grandfather?"

He hesitated, his eyes locked onto mine. "We've been running an organization, Bryer. A secret organization that's been operating for almost a century. We've been... eliminating people who escaped punishment for their crimes. People who thought they could buy their way out of justice."

I felt a chill run down my spine. "And the documents?"

My grandfather's eyes turned cold. "The documents contain names, dates, and details of our operations. If they fall into the wrong hands, it could mean the end for us. Not just the company, but our entire family."

"Gentlemen, we gather here today to form a new organization," I said, my voice low and commanding. "An organization that will serve justice, in our own way."

Reginald, that old scoundrel, nodded enthusiastically. "I like the sound of that," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "We've had enough of the law being lenient on those who can afford to buy their way out."

James, my old friend, chimed in next. "Agreed," he said, puffing on his cigar. "It's time we take matters into our own hands."

But Thomas, ever the cautious one, spoke up. "But we must be careful," he cautioned. "We don't want to attract unwanted attention."

I smiled, reassuring him. "We'll be careful," I said. "We'll operate in the shadows, where we can be most effective."

Andrew , that hothead, spoke up next. "And what of those who betray us?" he asked, his voice cold.

"They will be dealt with," I replied. "We will not tolerate betrayal. We will not tolerate weakness."

The men nodded, their faces set with determination.

"Then it's settled," I said, a small smile playing on my lips. "We will form this organization, and we will make sure that justice is served."

I nodded, my mind racing with the implications. "And you think that's why someone stole the documents and pushed you to have a heart attack?"

My grandfather's eyes flashed with anger. "I'm certain of it. The stress of dealing with those documents, combined with the pressure of keeping them safe, took a toll on my health. When I realized what was happening, I tried to hold on, but... " He trailed off, his chest heaving with effort.

I felt a surge of cold fury. "I'll find out who did this and I'll make sure they pay."

My grandfather's eyes locked onto mine, a fierce glint in them. "I know you will, Bryer. You're the only one I trust to get to the bottom of this. But be careful, Bryer. Whoever did this is within us ."

I nodded, my jaw clenched. "I'll be careful, Grandfather. But I won't back down."

Next Day 

Ryder walked into my office, accompanied by an older man with a distinguished air about him. "Good morning, sir," Ryder said, his tone formal. "I'd like to introduce you to Andrew MacMillan. He's been working with us to uncover some critical information."

I nodded, my expression cold and unyielding. "Mr. MacMillan," I said, my voice firm.

Andrew nodded in response, his eyes locked on mine. "Sir," he said, his voice respectful.

"Please, sit down," I said, gesturing to the chairs in front of my desk.

Ryder and Andrew sat down, and I leaned back in my chair, my eyes fixed on Andrew. "What do you have for me?" I asked, my voice direct.

Andrew pulled out a folder from his briefcase and slid it across the desk to me. "We've discovered that several of your rival companies have been working together to uncover your secret," he said, his voice low and serious. "They've hired a commoner to steal the papers, with the intention of using them to blackmail or threaten you."

My expression remained cold and unyielding, but my mind was racing with the implications. "Go on," I said, my voice firm.

"It's clear that they're trying to gain an advantage in the business world," Andrew continued. "They believe that by compromising your position, they can rise to the top and take your place as the leading company."

I leaned forward, my eyes locked on Andrew's. "I want to know who these companies are," I said, my voice low and menacing. "I want to know who is behind this plot."

Andrew nodded, his eyes locked on mine. "We're working on identifying the companies and the individuals involved," he said. "But it's clear that this is a sophisticated operation, with multiple layers of deception and misdirection."

I nodded, my mind racing with the possibilities. "Keep working on it," I said, my voice firm. "I want to know everything about this plot, and I want to know it now."

Ryder spoke up, his voice respectful. "Sir, if I may suggest, we should also consider increasing security measures to protect the company and its assets."

I nodded, my eyes still locked on Andrew's. "Do it," I said . "I want this company protected at all costs."

The room fell silent, the tension palpable. I knew that I had to take action, and fast. This plot had to be stopped . I would not let anyone threaten my company or my position. I would do whatever it took to protect what was mine.

Ryder's expression changed suddenly, a look of remembrance crossing his face. "Sir, I was also doing some personal digging," he said, his voice low. "And I think I've found a lead on the commoner."

My eyes narrowed, my interest piqued. "What is it?" I asked, my voice firm.

Ryder hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I think the commoner is from Oxfordshire," he said. "But I couldn't get any more information than that. The companies involved are our rivals, and they're not naive. They've covered their tracks well."

I leaned back in my chair, my mind racing with the implications. Oxfordshire was a good lead, but it wasn't enough. I needed more information, and I needed it fast.

"Good work, Ryder," I said, my voice cold and calculating. "But I want more. I want to know who this commoner is, and I want to know what their connection is to our rival companies."

Ryder nodded, his face set with determination. "I'll keep digging, sir," he said. "I'll find out what I can."

I nodded, my eyes still locked on Ryder's. "See that you do," I said, my voice firm. "I want results ."

As the door closed behind Andrew and Ryder, I was left alone in my office, the silence a stark contrast to the tension that had filled the room just moments before. I sat back in my chair, my eyes fixed on some point in front of me, but my mind began to wander.

Suddenly, I was transported back to a night that had been etched in my memory for a decade. A night that had shaped me into the person I was today.

I was 11 years old, sitting at the dinner table with my parents. We were laughing and chatting, enjoying each other's company. I remembered getting up from the table, excusing myself to go outside for a moment.

"Mom, Dad, I'll be right back," I had said, getting up from my chair. "I just need to check something."

My parents had nodded, smiling, and I had walked out of the house, into the warm summer evening.

But as I stood outside, I saw the house erupt in flames. The windows shattered, the doors burst open, and a wall of fire engulfed the interior. I saw my parents trapped inside, screaming for help.

I remembered running towards the house, desperate to save them. But I was stopped by strong arms, holding me back.

"No, son, don't go in there!" someone shouted. "It's too late!"

But I struggled against them, desperate to reach my parents. I kicked and punched, trying to break free.

And then, suddenly, the screams stopped. The flames continued to rage, but the screams stopped. I froze, my eyes fixed on the window, my heart shattered into a million pieces.

The world around me seemed to slow down, and all I could see was the house burning, my parents trapped inside. I was consumed by a sense of helplessness, of despair. 

As I stood frozen in shock, a figure in the crowd caught my eye. An older man with a stern expression, watching the scene unfold with a mixture of sadness and determination. I didn't notice him approach me, but suddenly, he was beside me, his eyes locked on mine.

The next thing I knew, I was being taken away from the burning house, away from the screams and the chaos. The man, who introduced himself as Edward, became my guardian, my protector. He took me in, raised me as his own grandson, and gave me a new lease on life.

Edward's own son had died on a mission, and he had inherited a vast fortune. He decided to adopt me, not only to give me a home but also to leave his legacy to someone who would carry on his name.

As I grew older, Edward taught me everything he knew. He taught me about business, about strategy, and about survival. But most importantly, he taught me about justice, and how to seek revenge when wronged.

The robbers who had set the fire were caught, and I remembered the day they were brought before me. Edward stood beside me, his eyes watching as I faced the men who had destroyed my life.

"You took everything from me," I said, my voice cold and detached. "You took my parents, my home, my innocence. And now, it's time for you to pay the price."

With a nod, I gave the signal, and the men were led away. I watched as they were taken to a secret location, where they would face their punishment.

And then, I did what I had to do. I took matters into my own hands, and I ended their lives. I remember the feeling of satisfaction, of closure, as I watched them die. It was a turning point in my life, a moment that defined me.

Edward's eyes had watched me with pride, as I took my revenge. He knew that I was strong enough to carry on his legacy, to build an empire and seek justice in my own way.

Years went by, and I built a life, a business empire that rivaled the biggest corporations in the world , I was still a child not knowing about his secret organization. I never suspected anything like that before now . I have no write to question him more because I too have blood stained hands . I'm a killer .But the memory of that night, of the fire and the screams, never left me. It fueled my ambition, my drive to succeed.

The memories came flooding back, the pain and grief overwhelming me. I felt like I was 11 years old again, standing outside the burning house, powerless to save my parents.

But as I sat in my office, I took a deep breath, the air filling my lungs. I knew that I couldn't let those memories consume me. I had to push on, had to keep moving forward. For my parents, for myself.I knew that I would stop at nothing to protect what was mine. I would find out who was behind the plot to steal the documents, and I would make them pay.