CHAPTER 464: STEPHEN’S LEGS ARE GETTING BETTER. THE END OF THE MEGA FAMILY

"They’re getting better.

Soon enough, I’ll be able to stand on my own."

Stephen’s legs... healed?

How was that even possible?!

Grandma Mega’s pupils contracted sharply, her slanted eyes widening to an eerie extent.

Mr. Mega and his wife stood frozen, their faces a mask of disbelief.

Stephen’s physical condition had always been under their watch—his legs, long deemed irreparably crippled, were supposed to be a permanent affliction.

How could they possibly improve?

Yet the moment he rose to his feet, they had all witnessed it with their own eyes.

"You know, I really should thank my nephew," Stephen remarked, his sharp gaze sweeping over their stunned expressions.

A dark satisfaction curled in his chest.

"The one who met an untimely end not long ago."

His lips curved into a faint smile.

"If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have connected with Sinclair, and these legs of mine would still be useless."

Stephen tilted his head slightly, amusement glinting in his eyes.

"Of course, I should also thank all of you for your... *assistance*."

The implication was clear—every scheme, every move, even Antonio’s fate, had ultimately served Stephen’s rise.

It was the final straw. In that instant, even Madam Mega’s face drained of color, her expression crumbling into something hollow and defeated.

Having said his piece, Stephen exhaled, the weight in his chest finally lifting.

"Enough," he said, his voice cool and final.

"This little performance has gone on long enough."

Tan understood the situation immediately and gave a subtle nod to the man who had followed him inside.

In no time, Grandma Mega was carried out to a waiting vehicle right in front of the gathered media outside the ancestral estate.

Cameras flashed instantly, capturing the moment.

News of the Mega family matriarch suffering a stroke spread like wildfire across the entire country E.

But the Mega family’s misfortunes didn’t end there.

Without Grandma Mega’s guidance, Mr. Mega was like an ant on a hot pan—utterly lost and panicked.

Just as he was considering whether to swallow his pride and seek a temporary truce with Stephen, a team of judicial officers arrived abruptly.

They marched straight up to Martin and Mr. Mega, their expressions stern.

"We have evidence that the Mega Corporation is involved in illegal activities.

Both of you will need to come with us for questioning."

Though phrased as a request, Mr. Mega and Martin had no choice in the matter.

The spacious lounge was now empty except for Stephen’s men and the crumpled figure of Madam Mega, who sat paralyzed on the floor.

Her eyes wide with terror, she stared up at Stephen, her lips trembling uncontrollably.

"I... I..." Having just confronted him moments ago, she couldn’t bring herself to beg for mercy.

Stephen set down the divorce papers and psychiatric evaluation on the table, his lips curving into a gentle, almost scholarly smile as he regarded her.

"It seems the old madam has already arranged an escape route for you, sister-in-law.

In that case, I needn’t trouble myself further—we’ll proceed exactly as she intended."

Madam Mega nodded eagerly in agreement.

Even being sent to that wretched old woman’s designated mental institution would be preferable to falling into the clutches of Stephen, that smiling tiger.

Once there, she could always find a way to slip out later.

Blind to her own delusion, she failed to notice the mocking glint flickering in Stephen’s eyes.

Did this woman truly believe her plot to murder Camilla could be brushed aside so easily?

The Mega family’s main bloodline now stood with Stephen as its sole survivor.

The tides of fortune had reversed in a single day—so swiftly that the entire nation of E was left stunned.

The Mega family was no minor player. News of their sudden collapse sent shockwaves through the upper echelons of Louis City.

"To think the Mega family’s fortunes could reverse in a single day—this is unprecedented!"

"Antonio met a gruesome end, Grandma Mega suffered a stroke, and Mr. Mega was thrown behind bars.

The main bloodline of the Mega family has truly been wiped out."

"Who would’ve guessed that bastard son of the Mega would emerge as the final victor? Life is full of surprises."

"I’ve crossed paths with Stephen before.

The man’s cunning and sharp, I’ll give him that.

But he started too late in the game—no way he could’ve crushed the entire Mega family underfoot in a single day without help."

"You think he found himself a powerful backer?"

"Anyone with that kind of clout would have to be one of the Big Three—or someone even higher up the food chain."

"Unlikely.

We’d have caught wind of it if that were the case."

"So what the hell really happened?"

... Amidst the rampant speculation, an undercurrent of unease spread through high society.

Some even began tightening security around potential threats within their own families.

After all, if it could happen to the Mega today, it might be their turn tomorrow.

"It seems,"

Taylor already knew about Antonio kidnapping Tiffany to threaten Camilla, so the news of the Mega family’s downfall didn’t come as much of a surprise to him.

"The ending of this little drama you orchestrated turned out quite well."

"Of course," Camilla curled her lips into a smirk, casting a coquettish glance at Sinclair.

"When my husband steps in, there are no surprises."

Sinclair didn’t look at her.

But the thin lips that had been pressed into a tight line because she praised another man now curved faintly at the corners.

Camilla watched him intently, her sharp eyes catching that fleeting smile.

She exhaled in relief, her own smile growing brighter. Looks like the storm has passed.

That was no easy feat.

Taylor had no desire to stick around and endure this display of affection.

Taylor calmly closed the magazine in his hands and stood up. "I’m going out for a smoke."

Pregnancy had its inconveniences—for others, at least.

Camilla immediately smiled and handed over the lighter from the table.

"Here you go, President Taylor.

Must be tiring for you."

She sure knows how to smile brightly for other men.

Sinclair glanced at Camilla, then shot a look at Taylor.

The faint curve at the corner of his lips vanished once more.

Noticing his friend’s gaze, Taylor withdrew his outstretched hand and remained still.

With a gentle smile, he said, "No need.

I’ve got enough fire on me already.

Better give it to Sinclair."

Otherwise, this flame might just burn him instead.

Does Sinclair even need a lighter?

A flicker of confusion passed through Camilla’s beautiful eyes as she turned to Sinclair, but she detected nothing unusual.

Taylor shook his head and strode out with his long legs.