With Benedict at the front of the line and Carl at the back, silence followed the group as they made their way to the east wing of the Willimas Museum. Students stare curiously at the men in black uniforms patrolling the premises with military-grade weapons. Just like their build, they all wore an intimidating aura, which made the students think twice and eradicated any thought of ever trespassing or breaking the rules. "Are those guns loaded?" a curious student inquired, his attention fixed on the M4 with one of the men. The girl walking next to him glanced in the direction of her friend before returning to the man, whose facial expression didn't give off a friendly vibe.“We better not find out,” the girl muttered, pulling at the boy's hand to catch up with the line.After a brief moment, they arrived at the building, which towered above their heads, holding the name and symbol of the Williams family. In front of the building were other museum staff who were also waiting for the ar

The atmosphere, which was once filled with enthusiasm and adventurous feelings from students, now lingered with silence and secret whispers, showing the groups' fears after discovering the value of most items in the museum. The student, not daring to go close, cautiously stepped away from the paintings and trailed behind their instructors, who led them to other sections of the building. Instructor Benedict noticed the students' suffocating mood, as they were unwilling to ask questions or go near any of the artifacts or displays. She stopped the tour in a section filled with delicate and fragile items, hoping to revive the student's lost eutheism. “I need someone to pick up that item,” she said, pointing to a transparent vase, which was displayed alongside other items. Her eyes scanned through the crowd, keeping a safe distance, and when none of the students were willing to step forward, she added. “There will be a reward at the end of today's event.” The student's eyes immediately

Mason, wearing a confused expression, glanced from the device on the security man’s hand to his pocket, where the detector was placed. He knew what the red light signified, but he didn't want to believe it. “What do you have there?” The man asked, in a cold tone, just like the expression on his face. Mason, not waiting for the security man to empty his pocket, slid his hand into it and pulled out a diamond earring, sending a series of gasps and whispering throughout the room. Mason raised his gaze to the man. “What the hell is this?!” his voice thundered, showcasing his anger and confusion. The security, not responding, glanced at him with a frown. “What is your name, kid?” The man asked, making Mason furrow his brows at him. ‘Kid!’ Mason scoffed, with a hint the man was among the recruits of security who didn't know he was their boss.“Is this some kind of joke?!” Mason's voice thundered and silenced the whispers that spread through the room."It won't be a joke if you don't start

A few minutes after Mason left the museum, the security staff was on high alert due to the incident, and every other activity like the tour was halted, and every student was instructed to make their way to the exit.“I can't believe that boy ruined my chance to explore the other part of the Williams Museum!” A girl grumbles, making her way to the exit. Her friend walking beside her shook her head with a disappointed expression.“Do you know people would kill to have the chance of exploring these walls, and yet ours was ruined by one greedy student?” “I wish he wasn't selected,” another girl said, showing her dissatisfaction. Fredrick, who was trailing behind the girls, wasn't interested in their conversation; rather, his attention was fixed on the figure ahead of him. He had been looking for an opportunity to get close to Cleopatra, and with Mason around, he couldn't get a chance with her. When he finally spotted Cleopatra, making her way out of the museum with the other students, h

Mason slid into the seat at the head of the table, and the medical staff waiting for him to sit first proceeded to mirror his actions. Mason adjusted his gaze to his assistants, who walked into the room holding some documents and nodded at him to proceed. Billy moved around each seat, dropping papers containing the impromptu reason for the meeting. When they all read through them, the aftermath of the information left a stunned gaze on their faces. The director, who was also a doctor, raised her hand and glanced from the file to Mason.“Excuse me, sir, but if I read it right, you intend on starting a clinical trial for a brain tumor?” she asked, and even when she already knew what the answer was, Mason nodded his head. "Sorry, Mr. Williams, but this brain tumor isn't just any tumor; it has been ruled incurable; where does it derive its nickname as the death angel?” She continued, glancing at the medical staff, their expressions mirroring hers.“Dr.Valerie I already know what kind of