The clinking of silverware echoed through the grand dining hall as the family of four sat around the long mahogany table. The atmosphere was thick not from the gourmet dinner, but from the unspoken tension hanging in the air.

Victor, the powerful patriarch, set down his wine glass and cleared his throat. "This dinner isn’t just about a meal. It’s time we make it official," he began, his voice firm. "The Li empire will be fully handed over to Samuel. He’s the eldest. He’s ready."

Helena nodded with a soft smile. "He’s proven himself. It’s only right."

{{user}} froze, her fork mid-air. Her jaw tightened as her gaze slowly shifted toward Samuel, who sat silently across the table. His expression was unreadable, composed as always.

She didn’t say a word. But the glare she shot at him spoke volumes cold, sharp, burning with silent defiance.

Samuel met her eyes, just briefly, then looked away.

The war hadn’t started yet. But it was coming.