Asher left his office with determined steps, catching Kailos off guard as he quickly followed behind. Asher’s mind was focused on one thing: David Sinclair. The glaring error in the earlier report was too significant to ignore, and Asher wanted to hear directly from Sinclair how it could have happened. He headed to the floor where Sinclair’s office was located, his eyes sharp like an eagle hunting its prey.Upon arriving at Sinclair’s office door, Asher knocked once, then opened the door and walked in without waiting for a response. Meanwhile, Kailos chose to wait outside, not daring to enter without Asher’s command.David Sinclair, a middle-aged man with hair graying at the temples, looked startled when Asher entered unannounced. He immediately stood up from his chair, his face showing a hint of confusion."Mr. Dixon," he greeted, trying to hide his nervousness behind a forced smile. "Is there something I can assist you with?"Asher looked at David Sinclair with cold eyes, wasting no

Asher stepped into the grand pavilion, his eyes widening as he saw the array of antiques carefully arranged throughout the room. This building was specifically designed to house the Dixon family's legacy—paintings by famous artists, statues with significant historical value, and antique vases that looked incredibly expensive and rare. Every corner of the room seemed to radiate an aura of luxury and prestige.Asher paused for a moment in front of a large painting that depicted him as a child, standing between his father and mother. He gazed at the painting with mixed emotions—pride and nostalgia. His childhood memories in this mansion slowly resurfaced, though much had faded and remained only as vague shadows.The Dixon family cherished not only their material wealth but also the value of art. For them, art was an inseparable part of the family identity, something to be preserved and appreciated with great respect. Asher walked further into the room, captivated by each piece of art dis

Asher stood in front of the mirror, admiring his neat appearance in a black, expensive suit, paired with a gray tie and a luxurious watch wrapped around his wrist. However, Asher's attention soon shifted to the silver ring encircling his left index finger—a ring he had found the day before in the family exhibition room. The ring’s sparkle reflected light in a strangely lively way, unlike any other jewelry he had ever seen.Asher tried to remove the ring, but as he pulled, it seemed to resist moving. He felt a slight oddness, but there was no pain or discomfort—just a strange sensation that this ring was not ordinary. Finally, Asher left the ring in place, a feeling inside him suggesting that there was something deeper about this object.A faint shadow from the past suddenly surfaced in his mind. Stories he had heard about his grandfather, a strong and authoritative yet mysterious figure, came to him. There were rumors in the family about a ring that his grandfather once possessed—a ri

Kailos sat silently, confusion enveloping his mind. He viewed Mr. Sterling, the man Asher had just met, as someone difficult to read. On one hand, Mr. Sterling appeared friendly and smiling, but on the other hand, Kailos sensed something inexplicable—like there was a mystery hidden behind that friendliness."You can’t answer, Kailos?" Asher’s calm and measured voice broke the silence in the car, jolting Kailos from his thoughts."Sorry, Sir," Kailos replied quietly, feeling a bit embarrassed for not having a definitive answer. "In my opinion, Mr. Sterling seemed very nice. However, I can’t judge someone from just a brief meeting."Asher offered a faint smile, a smile that revealed little emotion. He was well aware of how most people thought—what was seen on the surface was often taken as truth. His gaze shifted to the outside of the window, recalling the clamor of thoughts he had encountered during the meeting.What troubled him most was what he had picked up from Mr. Sterling’s thoug

The big day had finally arrived—the Dixon family exhibition and antique auction, which would attract the attention of the wealthy elite. The guests began to arrive, each dressed in elegant outfits by renowned designers, making the atmosphere of the event even more exclusive. The Dixon pavilion, where the exhibition was held, looked stunning with its classic and luxurious décor. The attendees were no ordinary people—they were individuals who held great influence in the business and social worlds.Asher stood on the upper floor, observing the guests from a balcony that overlooked the main exhibition area. From where he stood, he could see the graceful movement of the guests below, gliding under the light of a grand crystal chandelier that illuminated the room. His face showed calmness, but in his mind, he was busy using his newfound ability. His ears couldn’t hear, but his mind caught the silent thoughts of the guests below, like one who said, "I wonder what kind of luxurious items the