276:This Empire Will Be Mine

Jason stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of his private suite, his silhouette outlined against the sprawling city below. 

The quiet hum of New Dilli's night echoed faintly, but within the suit, there was only the soft sound of wine swirling in his glass. He raised it to his lips, savoring the taste as his cold eyes surveyed the world beneath him. 

From this height, everything looked small and insignificant—a reminder of the influence of power.

A sense of power surged through him. The world, from this vantage, seemed like his playground.

"From today," he murmured to himself, voice dripping with satisfaction, "I am going to be the sole owner of the Mahajan family."

But his thoughts wandered as they often did.