Д°еџte Ben Polat Alemdar: Karеџд±ndayд±m

The man walked to the center of the room, stopping just before the desk. He didn't flinch. He looked Karahanlı straight in the eye—not as a subordinate, but as an equal. Or perhaps, as a judge.

Karahanlı leaned forward, his voice a low growl. "Who are you to enter my sanctuary? Do you know whose face you are looking at?" Д°Еџte ben Polat Alemdar karЕџД±ndayД±m

The room was cold, lit only by the flickering glow of a dozen monitors showing the chaos of the city outside. sat behind his heavy mahogany desk, his fingers steepled. He believed he had finally won. His enemies were silenced, his empire was secure, and the mysterious " Efe Karahanlı "—the son he lost decades ago—was nothing more than a ghost of the past. The man walked to the center of the