Supremacy Games

1470 A Devious Tactic!

The Next Morning...

In a lavish lounge with golden lightning and a soft interior, Jonathan and Mr. Atticus were seen sitting at a mahogany table.

The serene view of the city of Hope outside the window only added to the ambiance.

Jonathan, dressed in a crisp white suit, sat on one end of a mahogany table, a relaxed smile playing on his lips. Opposite him, Mr. Atticus, always impeccable in his dark tailored suit, had a steely glint in his eyes.

"Mr. Jonathan," Mr. Atticus began smoothly, "I've heard a lot about your recent acquisition near Hope. It's prime land, perfect for development."

Jonathan took a sip from his wine glass, nodding appreciatively. "Yes, it's a beautiful piece of land. I've had my eye on it for a while."

Atticus leaned forward, the weight of his presence pressing down on the table. "I'm prepared to offer you a generous sum for it. Think of the profit you'd make."

Jonathan chuckled, "It's not about the money, Mr. Atticus. I've done well for myself, and that plot is where I plan to retire."

Unfazed, Mr. Atticus tried another angle, "How about a partnership then? You will receive royalties from anything produced on your land."

Jonathan shook his head, still smiling. "I appreciate the offer, but it's a personal project. That land means more to me than just profit."

"Name your price. Everyone has one."

Jonathan leaned back, locking eyes with Atticus. "Some things, Mr. Atticus, are priceless. And for me, that plot of land is one of them."

"Is that so?"

Mr. Atticus' soft attitude began to disparate...His eyes became colder as he stared at Jonathan.

As a businessman, he would never consider using illegal methods if the legal path could lead to the same results.

But now?

and power dynamics. Finally, Mr.

Atticus extended his hand, which Jonathan

your time," Mr. Atticus said, his tone gracious but with an undertone

if he really had given up on the plot

and heard their entire discussion from

he has any plans to snatch it forcefully.'

wouldn't think the same.' Felix replied, his eyes affixed on Mr. Atticus who

was right in his assumption as the moment Mr. Atticus stepped inside the car, he reached out to his assistant and sneered. "He said he wanted to retire in it, let's see if he will have the

approach should

"Make it barren."

"Consider it done."

***

the

sprawling expanse of Jonathan's

as far as the eye could see, with birdsong

of view. From it emerged Mr. Atticus' assistant,

an air of quiet efficiency...Dressed in all black,

of crow-like blackbirds emerged from

head, seemingly scanning the new

several small vials filled with a dark, viscous

was alone, and then he poured the veils inside

process...When he was done, he made a

the depths of

the poison landed, the life force seemed to drain

and small animals fled, sensing the imminent danger, and the

assistant timed his watch on his

the assistant, everything was being watched and recorded by Nidam

they

bet is that they have the antidote to the poison," Felix

devious, poisoning other people's lands, forcing them to sell them cheaply." Miss Sanae said coldly, "Since no one wants to buy a barren land, Mr. Atticus will be the sole party interested in buying it and he can lowball the price

"Devious indeed."