The night was far from over.
As Ochieng exited the Golden Phoenix Hotel, a black Maybach awaited him at the curb. Rolex opened the door, and Ochieng slid into the back seat, his mind still replaying Luxford's expression of defeat. Blackhawk Industries now belonged to him.
Ela, seated beside him, handed him a glass of whiskey. "That was reckless."
Ochieng smirked. "And yet, I won."
Walter, driving, kept his eyes on the road. "Luxford won't take this lightly."
"I know." Ochieng sipped his drink. "Let him come. I enjoy a good game."
Meanwhile…
Seline paced inside her penthouse, her nails digging into her palm. She had just received a message from an unknown number.
Unknown: You want him back? Let's make a deal.
Her breath hitched. Who was this?
Before she could respond, her doorbell rang. Heart pounding, she opened it to find Brian.
"What do you want?" she hissed.
Brian smirked. "I told you before—Ochieng is untouchable now. But… I know a way to break him."
Seline frowned. "Why would you help me?"
Brian stepped closer, his voice dropping. "Because I want to see him fall."
Back at the Maybach…
Ochieng's phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen—a private message from an anonymous sender.
Unknown: They're planning something. Watch your back.
Ela noticed his change in expression. "What is it?"
Ochieng locked his phone. "Nothing I can't handle."
But deep inside, he knew—the real game was just beginning.