Bound By A Broken Night novel Chapter 225

Chapter 225

“The formula,” he stated, his tone firm and authoritative, “is a high–performance fuel engineered to push engines beyond twelve thousand horsepower.”

The room stilled. Every word landed with precision.

He continued, outlining the specifications–controlled, deliberate—each detail adding weight to the revelation.

But among the crowd, unease began to stir.

“The specifications… aren’t those the same as Nitro Formula?” someone whispered, leaning toward a colleague.

A few heads turned. Recognition flickered.

“But Nitro Energy Ventures already announced their formula,” another murmured.

“How can Petrov Petroleum have the exact same product?”

The whispers grew. Soft at first–then spreading, weaving through the audience like an undercurrent.

“Identical specs…”

“That’s not a coincidence…”

“What’s really going on here?”

The room, once orderly and composed, began to hum with speculation.

Whispers overlapped. Theories formed in hushed exchanges. Doubt, curiosity, and suspicion wove together into a restless tension that spread across the hall.

And on stage–They remained perfectly still. Unshaken. Composed to the point of indifference. As if they had been waiting for

this moment to unfold.

“The same patented formula,” Vasili Wright added, his voice cutting cleanly through the rising noise, “that was stolen from the Petrov laboratory.”

The effect was immediate.

The murmurs erupted into something louder–more chaotic. Heads turned reporters leaned into one another, voices rising as speculation turned into outright accusation and debate.

“Stolen?”

“From Petrov?”

“Then what does that make Nitro Energy’s release?”

Before the frenzy could escalate further-

“You have the audacity to celebrate?!”

The thunderous voice shattered the room. Every head snapped toward the source.

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President, Silverio De Asis stood at the entrance, his presence as explosive as the words he carried. His face was contorted with rage, grief bleeding through every line, his eyes burning with a fury that silenced even the boldest voices in the room.

“This race–this darun race

here you are… celebrating?”

left my son burned and lifeless!” he roared, his voice cracking under the weight of loss. “And yet

The air grew heavy. No one dared interrupt.

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“And now,” he continued, tris gaze locking onto the stage with piercing accusation, “you stand there and claim the very product I devoted my life to creating?”

Each word dripped with bitterness.

“With what right?” he demanded.

“Petrov Petroleum-” His voice hardened, turning cold and sharp.

is nothing but a shrewd tyrant that the entire industry should fear.”

The accusation hung in the air like a blade.

“Petrov Petroleum has no need to publicly claim what has always been ours,” Vasili Wright said evenly, as though the outburst had been nothing more than background noise.

“And today marks the official launch of Petrov Formula X to the market.”

His calm dismissal of P

ilverio De Asis only heightened the tension in the room.

“You have all wit

pride–it was c

“With For

measure

s performance on the track,” he continued, a faint, satisfied smile touching his lips. It wasn’t

standard, engine power remains stable even at peak acceleration,” Vasin went on, his voice

“The

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ered for extreme speed–without compromising the integrity of the engine, and most importantly,

ss the room–calculating, assessing–before settling, sharp and unyielding, on Silverio De Asis.

am is so confident in the safety of Formula X,” he added, his tone lowering just enough to carry weight, “that ne wheel to my sister–in–law.”

tion was unmistakable. It wasn’t just a statement of confidence.

omparison. A quiet, devastating one.

s expression hardened, the faint trace of a smile disappearing as something colder took its place.

is a formulation that only Petrov Petroleum could create,” he said.

Then, almost under his breath–but loud enough for the room to hear-

“Thieves and copycats reap nothing but tragedy.”

The words fell with chilling finality–less a warning, more a sentence already passed.

Every head in the room turned–slowly, deliberately toward President Silverio De Asis.

Not with sympathy. But with scrutiny.

Then-

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