Rising Phoenix

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voice erupted from the other en

ed. Please remember who I am. Do not underestimate my strength. I am more than capable of wi

mon goal during the trial of his daughter. Regardless of someone's background or status, I strive to maintain my auth

didn't concern myself with their family matters. The satisfaction of knowing that she was imprisoned for stealing the most valuable thing in my life was enough

one else, there came a point in my life when I reached my breaking point. The harshness of reality became too much for me to bear, plunging me into the depths o

into a seemingly heartless and unfeeling person, thoughts of her still haunted me daily. But thr

As an underage offender, she was initially set to serve five years in prison for her actions. However, her father, abusing hi

factors, solely aiming to ensure that the accused received punishment as an act of revenge. Consequen

In this turbulent time, I question whether my efforts for revenge were justified. All I

out the window, observing the twinkling lights of the city below. The view was breathtaking, but my mind re

red wearily, t

reviewing my findings, I stumbled across an anomaly that warrants further investigation. It appears that all records of her activities beyond prison walls are missing from our database. Desp

is efforts and hung

e of information begs the question: Did Mr. Miller or any other person of interest orchestrate this act, and if so, why? Is he guarding a secret that would implicate him if revealed? Or has someone gone to great lengths

the situation? And why are my men unable to figure it out? Anot

Two powerful groups exist, and although my group holds significant strength, the last

create a hurricane of thoughts in my mind. Midst the cha

me in awe. Describing her beauty is no easy task; it surpassed mere attractiveness. She appeared like a goddess descended from the heavens above.

The curve of her lips and the sparkle in her eyes held me captive. Despite my attempts to redirect

impression. I confronted the harsh reality of it all. It was astonishing

by our past experiences. Perhaps Aanya has left too much of an impact on who I am today for me to shake off her influence so easily. In any case, sayi

It felt as if the ground beneath my feet had completely shifted, and I found myself struggl

ho are the owners of the powerful Miller Group. The current situation has re

pting to complete the file while emotionally scattered would only lead to frustration and compromise the quality of my analysi

ants. It never fails to soothe me. Although socializing and dining out seemed appealing, having dinner in the comfort of my a

My mind was racing with the possibilities and details swirling in my head. As

hunger, an overwhelming thought crossed my mind—how many other secrets were being kept from me? The my

tled in to read through the file once more. Every word on every page was scrutinized with meticulous attention as I searched for even the slightest hint that could prove useful in solv

ali Miller was born in 1962 in North India. Their paths crossed at California University, where her parents were pursuing advanced degrees

fluence in his industry. As it turns out, James held deep-seated prejudice against any Indian match for his only son, due to his castigate outlook and disdain for inter-caste marriage alliances. He sought a suitor who would bring him a financ

mily's tradition of seeking parental advice. The revelation of William's true identity and his