Across town, Marcus Lyle sat in his luxurious penthouse, sipping a glass of whiskey as he watched the chaos unfold. The media was already reporting the collapse of several of Kevin's key logistical hubs, and the stock prices of Anderson's companies were plummeting. It was all going according to plan.
"Is everything in place?" Marcus asked his closest associate, John Ryder, a tech mogul with a taste for aggressive corporate takeovers.
Ryder grinned. "It's already happening. We've crippled Anderson's logistics arm, and the underworld contacts you hired are en route to his family's estate. By the time Kevin realizes what's happening, it'll be too late."
Marcus swirled the whiskey in his glass and leaned back in satisfaction. He had always despised Kevin Anderson. That arrogant upstart had risen too quickly, amassed too much power, and Marcus had finally decided it was time to take him down. His business cartel, consisting of some of the wealthiest tycoons in the world, had coordinated the attacks perfectly. Kevin's empire would soon be in ruins.
Marcus smirked. "Let's see if Anderson is as smart as he thinks he is."