The Manhattan Federal Commercial Court stood majestically beneath New York's freezing morning sky. Its soaring granite stone pillars radiated a cold sense of legal strictness, serving as the main stage for the final battle between Valen Group and the Dawson Enterprises dynasty.
Inside the dark mahogany-toned courtroom filled with dozens of journalists, local senators, and top-tier legal teams, Victor Dawson sat in the plaintiff's chair. The silver-haired old man wore a custom suit worth tens of thousands of dollars, radiating an untouched aura of old New York dominance. Beside him, Arthur Dawson sat with a pale face and blackened eye bags, looking like a shadow of his own ruin.
Victor believed that his high-level political connections in Washington D.C. were still strong enough to block
