Building The Strongest Family

Chapter 413: Report [ 2 ]

"Please go on."

Evolon unveiled a fresh batch of holograms, their design softer and more refined than what had come before. The focus shifted from dealing with crises and political unrest to the subtle influence that permeated every corner of contemporary life.

The cure had completely changed the world, and now Osborn Industries was steering the course for what lay ahead.

Arthur found himself surrounded by a cluster of screens, each one displaying clips from the past month, news reports,

documentaries, interviews, short films, and animated public service announcements.

The unifying thread? Emily’s division was behind them all.

Evolon began, "Osborn Media & Entertainment Group has consolidated global viewership. Our documentary series on LUCEM-9 is currently the top-rated show across fourteen major streaming platforms."

Before Arthur, clips played that included a mother embracing her healed son, surgeons celebrating in an empty cancer ward, communities rejoicing alongside Osborn medical teams, scientists using visuals to clarify treatments, and crowds gathering for the opening of new Osborn hospitals.

The overall tone was heartfelt yet genuine, hopeful without being overly dramatic or exaggerated.

"How is the public responding?" Arthur inquired.

Evolon shifted some displays aside, revealing a sentiment graph,green waves rising with each new release.

"Ninety-eight percent positive," Evolon reported. "The documentaries have been labeled ’educational,’ ’inspirational,’ and ’nationally recommended’ in ninety-two countries."

Arthur’s gaze settled on a screen where Emily was directing a film crew outside a hospital wing.

"She kept the tone very straightforward," he remarked.

"Yes," Evolon affirmed. "Her productions avoid a propagandistic feel; yet, they shape public opinion more effectively than traditional methods."

Arthur nodded slowly in agreement; it all made sense. People were drawn to emotions and relatable stories,they connected with faces like their own,and Emily had harnessed this influence by allowing the world to speak for itself.

Evolon continued, "Our revenue has surpassed that of any other media company on Panterra. Two major global networks collapsed this week and are seeking acquisition."

Arthur set his wine glass down decisively. "Tell them to go ahead," he instructed.

Evolon bowed slightly. "Already done."

The holograms shifted again to showcase architectural models,sharp, futuristic designs rotating around Arthur.

"These are the Dominion-Style City Projects," Evolon reported. "Construction has commenced in four different countries."

Images flashed by: sky-gardens wrapping around towers, efficient transportation routes, Osborn hospitals at the heart of towns, energy-efficient homes, and guard towers inspired by Sanctum architecture.

Arthur tapped gently on the desk. "What’s the status on housing?"

"We’ve completed five hundred thousand homes built to Osborn’s smart design standards," Evolon replied. "The majority were constructed for those displaced by failing healthcare systems in their countries."

A map lit up to highlight Varenya, shining brightly among the others. "Varenya has become a reference point for city planners globally," Evolon added. "They refer to it as the ’New World Model.’"

Arthur leaned back in his chair, remembering the night he first arrived in Varenya, fueled only by ambition and a long list of adversaries. Now, nations were looking to replicate his capital city.

"What about strategic risks?" he asked.

"None," Evolon responded. "All designs follow the Sanctum template. Every monitoring system operates under Osborn Command."

Arthur nodded. The world wasn’t just following his blueprint; they were placing themselves under his vigilant watch,whether they realized it or not.

Evolon changed the display to show the sky-lanes,massive glowing arcs stretching across continents. "George’s division has reached full capacity," Evolon stated. "Usage has doubled."

The holograms displayed Osborn-branded aircraft, skybuses, mag-rail trains, and air-gliders,all moving thousands of people seamlessly. Arthur observed silently, taking in the progress.

"Traffic patterns?" he asked.

"Currently, sixty percent of long-distance travel relies on Osborn Transportation," Evolon replied. "Our logistics fleets lead the way across air, sea, and land routes." On smaller screens, interviews with travelers played.

Arthur shut his eyes for a moment at the sight of those clips. "You’ve made travel a necessity," he observed.

"It became essential on its own," Evolon countered.

With a deliberate gesture, Evolon projected three circles into the air, each representing one of the core pillars of Arthur’s empire.

Sleek prototype vehicles from Oscar filled the holograms,streamlined designs, whisper-quiet engines, adaptive bodywork, and intelligent interiors capable of detecting medical emergencies.

"These models are a hit among high-end markets," Evolon stated. "Demand far surpasses our production abilities."

Flashing images showed wealthy customers fighting for reservations, government officials seeking fleets, and celebrities inadvertently endorsing the vehicles through their social media posts.

Arthur’s attention sharpened on one detail as numbers climbed on the screens like a rising tide.

Safety Ranking : No.1 worldwide.

As expected.

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"Osborn Retail now controls sixty-three percent of Panterra’s e-commerce traffic," Evolon announced. "It’s the largest marketplace in history." The logos of former giants dwindled,some turning red while others completely disappeared.

"Two hundred and fourteen companies have either closed down or requested acquisitions," Evolon added, his tone even.

Arthur remained unfazed; it was merely a matter of survival of the fittest,the expected result.

The hologram shifted again to display models on runways, influencers showcasing Osborn-branded products, and cosmetic clinics promoting beauty and health packages.

"This sector has thrived thanks to health synergy," Evolon explained. "Consumers trust products associated with LUCEM-9." A new statistic appeared: Customer Trust: 99.2%.

Arthur lifted an eyebrow. "She capitalized on medical credibility," he observed.

"She leveraged the Osborn name," Evolon gently corrected,but both points were valid.

As the holograms faded, one projection lingered,a single figure: 61.7%.

"At this rate of growth, global dependence on Osborn Holdings is forecasted to reach sixty-two percent within just a year."

Arthur took a slow breath,not a sigh, not relief, not pride,just a steady inhalation, accepting the reality of the world he had molded.

He finished his wine in one fluid motion, set the glass down, and stepped over to the window. Below, Dominion Sanctum pulsed like a living organism,lights twinkling, drones soaring by, buildings glowing warmly.

Billions of people depended on the businesses under his control. Entire continents shifted in response to Evolon’s calculations. Arthur stared out at the horizon in silence.

Then he spoke the only words that seemed fitting: "That will be enough." His tone remained steady; there was no need for repetition or celebration. It was simply a statement of fact.

Evolon stood quietly behind him, almost reverently. The soft lights from the estate flickered across Arthur’s reflection in the glass.

The world beyond was expansive, but the empire he had built was even greater. Its weight didn’t crush him; it settled comfortably on his shoulders as if it had been destined to be there.

This wasn’t just ambition; it was part of a natural order.

Now, all that remained was to move forward.