The boardroom at Avila Tower was filled with the usual tension of high-stakes meetings. Executives and senior advisors sat around the long obsidian table, reviewing quarterly reports and expansion strategies. Xander sat at the head, his posture rigid, his expression carved from ice. At 29, he was a legend — one of the most powerful, ruthless, and untouchable men in the world. The cold Alpha CEO who crushed rivals without mercy and rejected every woman who dared approach him.
The conversation had been purely business until one of the older board members, trying to build rapport, made a casual remark.
“Family is the true foundation of any lasting empire, Mr. Avila. When do you plan to settle down and start building one of your own? An heir would strengthen investor confidence.”
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