Daughter of The Secret Tycoon

Priya's elegant green skirt swished with a dazzling arc as she moved, her voice, thick with undisguised arrogance, cut through the air like a knife: "Ashna, your title as Deputy General Manager? Now, in the face of my father's power – the Singhaniya Group – it's nothing but a joke!" She cast a contemptuous glance at a pale Ashna, then turned to Arjun beside her, a victorious smirk playing on her lips. Arjun immediately understood, his eyes gleaming with vengeful glee. He whispered, egging her on, "Priya, don’t let her off! Make her taste the humiliation we suffered!" Priya’s smile widened, a declaration, her voice laced with a hint of morbid excitement: "I won’t just ruin her reputation, I’ll make her fear down to her very bones! I’m calling in ‘Steel Eagle’s’ private assassin, Shela!" With that, she imperiously pulled out her phone and, without hesitation, dialed a number. From the other end of the line, a thunderous roar erupted, filled with the fury of a man deeply offended. Ashna and Rishi exchanged a worried glance, deep concern etched in both their eyes. Before the words fully left her lips, the air in the room seemed to solidify. A tall, tower-like figure appeared silently at the doorway. Shela – the man whose name struck fear into hearts – his gaze as sharp as a hawk’s, locked directly onto Priya and Arjun. Seeing this, Ashna’s heart pounded with anxiety, desperate to defuse the brewing storm: "One hundred thousand? Three hundred thousand? No, five hundred thousand! A million!" Her voice trembled as the numbers she offered rapidly escalated, an attempt to douse the man's fury with money. But Shela merely gave her a cold, dismissive glance, refusing without a moment's hesitation. His loyalty, it was clear, was beyond question. Just as everyone believed the situation was beyond salvage, Rishi slowly stepped forward. His unearthly calm, paradoxically, sent a shiver down their spines. He raised his eyes to Shela, his voice low and firm: "Shela, call Mr. Kahn. Tell him you’re here." Shela let out a contemptuous scoff, his eyes full of disdain: "Them? They’re not nearly important enough for Mr. Kahn to show his face personally!" A hush fell over the room, everyone's breath seemingly caught in their throats. Rishi ignored Shela’s provocation. His fingers, with a casual ease, dialed a number, as if ordering a simple takeout. The call connected almost instantly. From the other end came a voice, steady as a mountain, yet imbued with an undeniable authority. "Mr. Kahn, Tianxing Hotel, come immediately, within five minutes." Rishi’s voice wasn’t loud, but each word landed like a heavy hammer, striking everyone’s heart. The triumphant smiles on Priya and Arjun’s faces melted away instantly, like snow vanished by hot steam. Their pupils dilated, their eyes now holding nothing but boundless fear and shock. Who was he? What kind of secret, capable of overturning everything, did this man truly hide?