Incubus Living In A World Of Superpower Users - Chapter 104

Chapter 104: You All Failed
Meanwhile, in a different part of the city.

The Grayson Mansion stood tall on the northern ridge of the city, framed by stone walls, steel gates, and trimmed hedges pretending to be regal.

On the outside, it looked impressive—polished glass windows, imported tiles, heavy chandeliers.

But inside?

The tension was heavier than any decoration.

In the main study, the heavy doors closed with a soft click. Inside, five men stood in silence.

One was seated behind a dark wood desk, fingers steepled beneath his chin. The other four stood before him—his sons.

Mr. Grayson tapped the side of his chair once.

Then again.

And again.

His eyes were cold.

“Do any of you have anything to say for yourselves?”

No one answered.

The air was stiff. Dry. Uncomfortable.

The eldest son, Vincent Grayson, finally raised his chin slightly. His face was sharp, his suit tailored perfectly, and his presence once used to carry weight in the business world.

Now, not so much.

“You asked us to target them individually,” Vincent began. His tone was calm, maybe too calm. “And I did what I was told.”

“You failed,” Mr. Grayson snapped. “Don’t make it sound like a delayed success. You didn’t just fail—your actions cost the family nearly a quarter of our remaining stock leverage.”

Vincent’s jaw clenched. “I didn’t know she’d retaliate so hard.”

“Of course you didn’t,” Mr. Grayson said bitterly. “Because you underestimated who you were dealing with.”

Vincent looked away.

“I told you to get close to Seraphina Nocturne,” Mr. Grayson continued. “Not to challenge her authority, not to pressure her company, not to insult her employees.

You were supposed to build rapport. Gain trust, try to best get into her good books and then slowly corrupt the company she has built.”

“I tried.”

“You tried to buy her out.”

There was a pause.

Vincent didn’t deny it.

“You walked into her headquarters like some arrogant vulture, flashed your father’s name, and tried to acquire her logistics branch—without permission, without coordination, and without a legal team.

You tried to intimidate her board, and when that failed, you threatened to pull funding from her suppliers.”

“I thought we could pressure them—”

“You thought wrong,” Mr. Grayson snapped. “She didn’t just retaliate. She surgically tore through the back end of our funding network.

Three of our partner banks froze accounts the same week. Two of our suppliers pulled out, and one of them signed an exclusivity deal with her the next day, and all of this because you did not know your opponent well enough.”

The second eldest son flinched at that.

“She didn’t break our company,” Mr. Grayson said. “She exposed how fragile it already was. And you gave her the opening.”

Vincent stayed quiet.

“You’re the oldest,” Mr. Grayson said. “You were supposed to set the example. Instead, you walked into a match against a queen with a loaded gun and expected her to bow.”

“Her reputation—”

“It’s not just for show,” Mr. Grayson interrupted. “Seraphina Nocturne is not a celebrity puppet.

She is a business empress. She doesn’t posture. She executes. And you walked in thinking she was just a pretty face with a desk job.”

The room fell into silence again.

Mr. Grayson leaned back in his chair. “And for what? All because I told you to watch her? To find her weakness? You couldn’t even last a month. She saw through you in three days.”

Vincent’s hand curled into a fist, but he didn’t say anything.

“You embarrassed us,” Mr. Grayson said simply. “You didn’t just fail the mission. You marked our family. We were already a second-tier firm trying to climb. Now?”

He shook his head.

“Now, no one wants to associate with us. Not while Seraphina has us on her blacklist.”

Vincent’s jaw flexed.

“I’ll fix it,” he said quietly.

“You can’t,” Mr. Grayson said flatly. “It’s done. That door’s shut. You’re off this project.”

Vincent’s head snapped up. “What?”

“You heard me. You’re done. You’re not to contact her again. If she sees your face near one of her facilities, she’ll bury the rest of us just for the insult.”

Vincent looked like he wanted to argue, but one glance from his father silenced him.

“You got personal,” Mr. Grayson said. “You were supposed to infiltrate, not provoke. Now that she saw what you did, she will be on guard, and not in a good way.”

The second son shifted uncomfortably.

Mr. Grayson’s gaze turned to him.

“And you,” he said coldly, “you’re next.”

The second son stiffened. “What did I—”

“I’ll get to you in a moment. Right now, we’re going to unpack the fallout from your brother’s recklessness.”

He turned back to Vincent.

“I want a full list of every supplier we lost. Every contract Seraphina pulled out from under us. And I want it by tonight.”

Vincent gave a sharp nod.

“And after that,” Mr. Grayson said, his tone sharpening even further, “you’re going to fix what’s left.

Not by trying again. But by backing off. Restructure our internal operations, fix the public image, and stay out of the spotlight.”

Vincent looked down. “Yes, Father.”

“And one more thing.”

Mr. Grayson’s voice dropped low.

“You’re not the heir anymore.”

Vincent froze.

“What?”

“You heard me. The Grayson name needs someone who can navigate power with intelligence, not just bravado.

You’ve proven you’re not that person. I’ll be reviewing your brothers for the next successor. Your influence is suspended until further notice.”

Vincent’s face went pale, but he didn’t speak.

He bowed slightly, turned, and left the study without another word.

The door clicked shut behind him.

The silence that followed was colder than before.

Mr. Grayson rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“He had one job,” he muttered. “One.”

The remaining sons said nothing.

Not yet.

Because they knew their turn was coming.

And if Vincent’s failure had cost the family its standing in the corporate world, the others were about to find out just how much worse their own mistakes might have been.

Because, unlike Vincent?

They didn’t just fail to earn trust.

They’d failed to even make it into the room.