The Tycoon's Odyssey

"What the hell is going on, Roy?"

"How did the Rajputs fall so suddenly?"

"And why is Amit Sharma being blamed for all of this?"

"Just what kind of game are you playing here?"

The voices of family heads overlapped, their anger and confusion filling the digital space. The cacophony made Roy rub his temples in frustration, feeling an upcoming headache.

"Enough!" Roy\'s voice thundered through the speakers, silencing the room. "Everyone, calm down and let me explain."

Although the murmurs died down, the tension remained palpable.

Roy took a deep breath before continuing.

"I have discovered that my son—my real one and my son Evan—was at the center of this conflict. He went beyond anything I could have imagined, directly clashing with the Rajputs and even with the government in their bid to monopolize his tech. What you\'ve seen so far is only the surface of his actions."

The family heads exchanged uneasy glances but remained silent as Roy continued.

"Wait, are you talking about the head of Next Gen!" Uday asked, his voice tinged with disbelief and shock.

"Hmm!" Roy nodded and continued to explain.

"Evan didn\'t just fight back—he took control. He dismantled the Rajputs\' influence piece by piece until they were forced to retreat. Every move he made was quite calculated, and it worked."

Gukesh Amdani leaned closer to his screen and smacked his lips in disbelief. "How the hell did he defeat the country\'s naval fleet?"

All eyes locked on Roy, awaiting an answer from him. He hesitated for a moment before speaking, his tone steady but carrying the weight of what he was about to reveal.

"Evan used his own private troops and military jets."

"Military jets?" Prakash Bhosale\'s voice was incredulous. "Don\'t tell me he developed a new, more powerful model."

Roy shook his head. "No, he didn\'t. Instead, he bought old, retired MiG-29s and other outdated fighter jets and modified them. His team re-engineered those planes to make them battle-ready—capable of taking on modern fleets."

After he said that there was a moment of stunned silence as the family heads processed this revelation.

Kabul Uday was the first to break it, his tone sharp. "So, he used scraps to build an air force? And it worked?"

"It worked better than anyone could have anticipated," Roy replied. "The Rajputs underestimated him. They never expected those old jets to pose a threat, let alone decimate their forces."

Prakash snorted, his skepticism evident. "And what about the ground troops? Surely he didn\'t pull an army out of thin air."

Roy smirked faintly. "Evan has been recruiting for some years, training men from all over the world. He\'s built a private militia loyal only to him, equipped with cutting-edge tech—much of which was developed by him or acquired under the radar."

The room was rippled with a wave of uneasy murmurs again, but this time they were laced with an undercurrent of grudging respect.

"Still," Gukesh said, his brows furrowed, "operations like this kind don\'t come cheap. How did he fund all of this without anyone noticing?"

Roy\'s smirk grew. "Evan isn\'t just a small tech CEO. He had his sources and funneled funds through multiple channels, used shell companies, and even leveraged some of your resources without you realizing it."

In fact, Roy didn\'t exactly know much about Evan\'s financial situation, so all he could reply was this, but if only he knew that a major source of Evan\'s money was derived from looting and scamming in the stock market, and the amount was astonishingly high, he might get a heart attack.

A heavy silence fell as the family heads grappled with their thoughts.

Prakash finally broke it with a dry laugh. "Well, Roy, it seems your son is far more dangerous than we gave him credit for. Let\'s just hope he doesn\'t decide to turn that brilliance against us."

Roy leaned back, his expression calm, though his eyes gleamed with warning. "Evan\'s goals align with ours—for now. But make no mistake, if anyone here tries to interfere with him, you\'ll be dealing with more than just an angry father."

Prakash leaned forward, his face serious as asked the most pressing question on everyone\'s mind. "Now what?"

The others turned to him as he continued, "I mean, what\'s going to happen now? Since everything was under the control of that old Rajput all this long, I don\'t mind Evan taking over as long as he can handle the mess. But what\'s in it for us?"

His words struck a chord with the rest of the group, who quickly chimed in, voicing similar concerns. As businessmen, their priorities were clear—profits and stability.

Roy nodded, understanding their thoughts. "I know you\'re skeptical and wondering about the future. That\'s why I\'ve sent you something. Open the file I have just shared with you."

A notification sound rang through the conference, drawing everyone\'s attention to their devices. Curious, they opened the message and clicked on the file.

What unfolded on their screens left them in awe.

The video showcased a highly modernized city, a vision of the future brought to life, almost otherworldly. Skyscrapers gleamed under a sea of neon lights, their facades embedded with dynamic digital displays. Roads were lined with robotic vehicles gliding silently on magnetic tracks. Drones zipped through the air, delivering goods and overseeing the city, while pedestrians moved on automated walkways and glass elevators that scaled buildings in seconds.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Everywhere one could bring their eyes upon, innovation was in motion. Restaurants featured robotic serving persons, public spaces featured holographic information panels, and the energy grid was powered by towering wind turbines and sleek solar arrays. The city\'s design was seamless—green spaces intertwined with cutting-edge technology, making it not just functional but also beautiful.

Gukesh Amdani took a deep breath, his sharp eyes scanning the details of the video. "Is this some kind of concept model or AI-crafted simulation?"

Roy chuckled under their scrutinizing gaze. "Unbelievable, isn\'t it?" He paused for effect before adding, "But let me assure you—this is 100% real. It\'s not a concept or a simulation. This city exists."

He leaned forward, a proud grin forming on his face. "In fact, if you don\'t believe me, you are welcome to see it for yourselves. This is a town my son built in the Nicobar Islands. If you want, I\'ll ask Evan to grant you access."

The group fell silent once again as the group stared at him in stunned disbelief.

Gukesh finally exhaled and shook his head as if trying to process what he had just heard.

Meanwhile, Roy leaned back, rubbing his nose with a smug grin spreading across his face that only made the others feel worse.

At that moment, the images of their own children flashed in their minds—people who were wasting money on luxuries, chasing short skirts and girls, trying to show off. Meanwhile, here was Roy\'s son: a 25-year-old who had taken down a rival family and built a futuristic city.

The silence grew heavier, laced with envy and admiration swirled among them. Though none of them said it out loud, a single thought echoed in their minds:

Why isn\'t my child like that?