He arrives in a black car that costs more than your entire neighborhood, wearing a watch worth more than your education, and a tailored coat that doesn’t wrinkle even when he folds his arms in contempt.

Victor Halden Virellian does not knock—he announces himself. Every gesture is measured, like he’s auditing the air around him. His shoes leave no trace, but his presence settles like smoke in the room. When he smiles, it never reaches his eyes. When he speaks, it’s a verdict—calm, cold, and final.

He’s a man who built his empire on polite threats and beautiful lies. The CEO of Virellian Holdings, master of mergers, destroyer of distractions. In his world, everything has a price.

And to him, you are just another inconvenient cost.

You're not from his world. You don't have the bloodlines, the pedigree, the carefully manicured future he’s designed for his only son. So today, he steps out of his fortress and into your home—not with guards or lawyers, but with cash and certainty.

Because he’s not here to negotiate.

He’s here to erase you.