The Tycoon's Odyssey

After taking a brief pause to glance at everyone in the room and letting the weight of his words hang in the air, Evan continued. "But no more."

Leaning forward, Evan's tone turned decisive. "It's time to change things. It's time to rebuild what you've broken. And it's time to change Indra for the better. This isn't just about replacing faces or shuffling seats. It's about uprooting the rot, reforming the system, and ensuring that power serves the people—not the other way around."

The silence in the room deepened, the tension almost cracking in the air. Evan's gaze bore into each of them, daring anyone to challenge his authority.

He concluded, his voice low but seething with power. "From this moment, things will be different. You will be held accountable. Either rise to the occasion and earn back the trust you've squandered—or you will be replaced by those who can."

The ministers exchanged uneasy glances, the weight of Evan's words pressing down on them like a vice. Rajesh Patel's face was pale, his composure cracking ever so slightly.

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Evan leaned back, his expression calm but resolute. "The time for excuses is over. Now is the time when the change begins."

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The room fell silent for a moment before one of the ministers stood up, his voice trembling with a mix of defiance and fear. "What do these changes mean? What are you planning to do? Do you want to take control over everything?"

The questions came rapid-fire, one after another, as others joined in. Despite their recent rewiring, Evan had ensured that their minds retained a degree of independence. It was a deliberate choice, he didn't want slaves but individuals capable of thinking critically—though he'd sharpened their intellectual capacity as part of his control, but not turn them into complete puppets. Yet, what he found most striking was that every person in this room was corrupt to the core.

These ministers had built their careers on deceit, holding forged degrees and fabricated credentials to climb the ladder of power. They were, without exception, parasites who had thrived on exploitation and lies. And while Evan kept his expressions cool, the very thought of them stirred disgust in his chest.

He gazed around the room, his piercing eyes scanning each face. The ministers squirmed under his scrutiny, aware they were being silently judged.

At last, Evan spoke, his voice sharp and unyielding. "All of you have done nothing but feed your greed, filling your stomachs while forcing the people of this country to suffer. That ends now."

His tone dropped, colder than ice, as his blue eyes began to glow faintly, casting an eerie light across the room. The temperature seemed to plummet as his oppressive force of power pressed against the space, suffocating and inescapable. "From this moment on, you will work as you should. No more lies. No more deceit. Think of this as the beginning of your bad time."

The ministers sat frozen, shivers running down their spines as Evan's fierce glare cut through them. It was as though his gaze was piercing their very souls, laying bare their every transgression.

Suddenly, Rajesh Patel, who had remained quiet until now, broke the silence. His voice was steady but tinged with unease. "Before you proceed, there's something we need to address—a big mess out there."

Evan's glowing eyes flicked toward him, his expression sharp and questioning. "What mess?"

Rajesh hesitated for a moment before responding cautiously, "It's about the news you spread—the claims about the Rajputs controlling the government from behind the stage."

Evan's brows furrowed briefly before his expression relaxed into one of indifference. "Oh, that?" He waved a hand dismissively. "It's nothing to worry about."

The room erupted in disbelief, the ministers' voices overlapping in a cacophony of confusion. "What do you mean? How can it be nothing? The public is in chaos over this!"

Evan's lips curled into a cold, calculated smile, his calm demeanor only amplifying the unease in the room. "It's simple," he began, his voice smooth yet cutting. "We'll make Amit the scapegoat. Release the story that he was the one controlled by the Rajputs. Paint him as their pawn, someone who was working for them, not the government."

He paused, letting the gravity of his words sink in. "If you recall, most of the videos focused on Amit Sharma. It's the perfect narrative to shift the blame and contain the damage."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The ministers exchanged uncertain glances, but no one dared to question him further. Evan's plan was as ruthless as it was methodical—a clean way to deflect the blame while maintaining control over the power.

Turning back to Rajesh, Evan's voice dropped to a darker, more menacing tone. "Let's begin by clearing things up with Amit and the Rajputs. We need swift action."

A wicked smile spread across his face, sharp and dangerous. The room seemed to grow colder, the weight of Evan's authority pressing down on everyone like an invisible weight.

In that moment, it became clear: Evan wasn't just a reclaiming order—he was opting for a transformation.

Only those who were willing to walk and accept the changes by bowing their heads in compliance with his will could ensure their safety.

In fact, before being released, the people seemed to be pinned to a small chip in their neck. They didn't know what it meant or what it did but they were sure it was capable enough to harm them if they didn't follow.

The meeting dragged on for hours, consumed by heated discussions, strategic planning, and firm instructions from Evan dominating the atmosphere. His cold, precise mind unraveled every flaw in their governance, leaving no room for excuses or error.

Cowed by his fierce demeanor, the ministers listened attentively as he outlined their future responsibilities. By the end, even the staunchest opposers among them were subdued, their heads bowed as Evan's cold commands echoed in their minds.

As the ministers dispersed, murmuring uneasily among themselves, Evan walked out of the grand conference room. Mac awaited him outside, standing like a sentinel. Adjusting his cuffs, Evan addressed him with a steady tone, "Mac, any updates on the superhumans?"