A confident smirk played on Cyrus's lips. "That's exactly what I thought you'd ask before I got here."
Madeline's gaze dropped. "So, there's no hope?"
"If there were no hope, I wouldn't have bothered showing up. The truth is, I'm one hundred percent certain we can win this."
Both Madeline and Silas looked at him in sheer astonishment.
"This is actually incredibly simple," Cyrus explained smoothly. "We don't need to gather mountains of evidence to prove you created it, nor do we need to drag this out in a messy intellectual property dispute. Leave it to me, and that patent will be back in your hands faster than you think.
But let's be real—nobody works for free. I'm not just a lawyer; I come from a family of businessmen. I intend to secure the absolute maximum leverage for you, but in return, I expect a very steep commission. Are you comfortable with that?"
"What exactly do you mean by maximum leverage?"
"I don't just mean clawing back the patent. I'm talking about ripping the entire Lightning Interactive project—a game grossing millions of dollars a month—right out of their hands," Cyrus replied. "I've assessed your current infrastructure, and you have more than enough operational capacity to run it. However, my fee is fifteen percent of the annual dividends. Paid out every single year."
Madeline and Silas exchanged stunned glances.
Of course Madeline wanted Lightning Interactive back. It was her magnum opus, the culmination of ten grueling years of her life.
But the game was a massive cash cow now. Would Lucius ever agree to let it go?
Back then, when she had simply asked for a tiny percentage of equity, he had flat-out refused. Why would he ever hand over the entirety of Lightning Interactive?
Madeline paused, considering the gravity of his proposal. "Cyrus, if you go through with this, you're essentially declaring war on the Whitman Group. Can you handle the fallout?"
Cyrus flashed a predatory smile. "Absolutely. Just sit back and let me do my job."
Hearing his unwavering confidence, Madeline made her choice. "Deal. You're officially my attorney. As long as you get Lightning Interactive back, I will follow your lead completely. And I agree to your compensation terms without hesitation."
Cyrus extended his hand. "To a lucrative partnership."
Madeline gave his hand a firm shake.
Madeline knew exactly how astronomical the stakes were. Between the domestic and international servers, Lightning Interactive was pulling in hundreds of millions a month. Its annual revenue was projected to shatter the two-billion-dollar mark.
After factoring in operational costs, the net profit hovered around a cool billion dollars.



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