Building a Conglomerate in Another World-Chapter 264 : I Am Fed Up With This

The night was cold, and Matthew Hesh stood by the large window of his study, staring out at the dimly lit cityscape of Tokyo. A thin layer of fog rolled over the rooftops, and beyond the embassy walls, he could see the flickering lanterns of guards patrolling the streets.

His hands were clasped behind his back, his mind burdened by what had unfolded over the past few days. The attack on the succession ceremony, the capture of Orlov, and now, the chilling warning that they were already too late.

He had played this game before—facing unseen enemies, dealing with conspiracies that festered in the dark. And he had barely survived.

This time, though, it was different.

Amber and his children were here.

That changed everything.

A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. Collins entered, looking just as exhausted as he felt. He didn't need to say anything—they were both thinking the same thing.

"It's time to leave," Matthew said finally, breaking the silence.

Collins exhaled, nodding. "You're making the right call, sir. We don't know how deep this conspiracy runs. And with what Orlov said…" He hesitated before finishing, "We can't risk your family getting caught in the middle of whatever this is."

Matthew ran a hand through his hair. "I hate leaving unfinished business. But I won't make the same mistake twice, Collins. The moment they tried to assassinate multiple world leaders, this stopped being just Japan's problem. And yet, we're the most vulnerable targets here. If something happens to Amber, Maverick, or Sophia because of my choices…" He trailed off, shaking his head. "I wouldn't forgive myself."

Collins crossed his arms. "So what's the plan?"

Matthew turned to face him fully. "We leave by dawn. I'll appoint a special envoy to remain here and continue investigating on my behalf. Someone trustworthy, someone who won't get tangled up in Japan's political games. I want regular updates, and if we uncover solid proof of a larger operation, we'll deal with it from Amerathia."

Collins nodded, but his face remained serious. "Who do you have in mind?"

Matthew exhaled. "Ambassador Harrington. He's a career diplomat—ruthlessly efficient, doesn't let emotions cloud his judgment, and he's been stationed here long enough to understand the dynamics."

Collins smirked slightly. "You mean he's a bastard, but he's our bastard."

Matthew chuckled despite himself. "Exactly. He'll keep the pressure on Yoshihito's government without making it look like Amerathia is overstepping."

Collins rubbed his chin. "And Takamura? He's already pissed off enough as it is."

Matthew's expression darkened. "He can be pissed all he wants. Japan needs to understand this is bigger than their internal politics. If Takamura starts stonewalling Harrington, we'll handle it diplomatically."

Collins nodded, but the concern was still there. "And what if this isn't just about Japan? What if this really is part of something much larger?"

Matthew turned back to the window, staring out at the city again.

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"Then Amerathia will be ready for it."

Tokyo Bay – USS Amerathia

The pier was bustling with activity as Amerathian Marines secured the departure route. Soldiers stood in precise formation, their rifles slung over their shoulders, while naval officers prepared the USS Amerathia for departure.

Matthew, Amber, and the children arrived under heavy guard. Maverick, dressed in a navy-blue coat, clutched his father's hand, while Amber held baby Sophia close to her chest, wrapped in a soft woolen blanket.

"Why are we leaving so soon?" Maverick asked, his small face scrunched with confusion.

Matthew knelt down, resting a hand on his son's shoulder. "Because it's not safe here anymore, buddy."

Maverick frowned. "But what about the samurai? You said I'd see more of them."

Matthew chuckled softly. "You will, one day. But right now, I need to make sure we keep you safe."

Maverick studied his father's face for a long moment before nodding solemnly.

Amber, standing nearby, watched Matthew carefully. "You're doing the right thing," she whispered.

Matthew looked at her, his chest tightening. "I know. But it doesn't make it any easier."

She smiled softly, brushing her fingers against his. "We'll face whatever comes next. Together."

He squeezed her hand before turning toward the gangplank. Collins and Admiral Parker were already aboard, making final preparations.

Before stepping onto the ship, Matthew turned one last time toward the city. The Imperial Palace loomed in the distance, bathed in the morning light. He could feel the shadows lurking behind it, plotting, waiting.

They weren't finished here.

Not by a long shot.

As the massive warship pulled away from Tokyo Bay, Matthew stood at the railing, watching Japan shrink in the distance. The air was crisp, the ocean calm yet endless.

Collins approached, hands in his coat pockets. "Harrington has his orders?"

Matthew nodded. "He knows what to do. He'll keep us informed and apply pressure where needed. But if we want real answers… we might need to do some digging ourselves."

Collins raised an eyebrow. "Back in Amerathia?"

Matthew's grip on the railing tightened. "If Orlov is telling the truth—if we're already too late—then we need to be ready. I want to know who in our own country has been talking to Russia, funding movements like The Order, pulling the strings from behind the scenes."

Collins exhaled. "You think we have a leak?"

Matthew's eyes didn't leave the horizon. "I think we've had one all along."

The realization sent a chill through him.

The coup attempt back home. The attack in Japan. The pattern was too similar to ignore.

Someone was orchestrating all of this.

And when he got back to Amerathia, he was going to find out who.

No matter what it took.

As the Amerathian fleet disappeared beyond the horizon, Emperor Yoshihito sat in his private chambers, deep in thought. Across from him, Minister Takamura paced in frustration.

"We should never have allowed him to interfere," Takamura muttered. "Amerathians have no place in our affairs."

Yoshihito sipped his tea, his gaze unfocused. "And yet… he was right."

Takamura stopped, glaring at him. "Your Majesty—"

The Emperor set down his cup. "You saw the way Orlov spoke. That was not the voice of a man afraid of death. He knew something. Something far greater than just Japan's future."

Takamura clenched his fists. "Then we should handle this ourselves."

Yoshihito's expression darkened. "We will. But let us not deceive ourselves—this is no longer just about Japan."

Silence filled the room.

The Emperor stared out the window, watching the waves roll against the shore.

Something was coming.

And it would shake the world.